The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-10-10
In New York
BY GEORGE ROSS

us girl takes to reading Schopen- hauer and guest-starring at the La- dies Day Nursery, it is the custom to look for 8 press agent in the woodpile. A wise policy, but some times that dizzy blonde, brunette or what-have-you, amazingly ungarbed in Broadway musical, is not so dizzy after all.
 Exhibit A: Five times day, Gyp- sy Rose Lee, highest-paid chassis demonstrator on the burlesque run ways, lowers her shoulder straps to her ankles in an atmosphere of mild sin and vicarious iniquity. When her art modelling is done, Gypsy goes home to tasteful studio and continues her researches in Hume ker, Dreiser, O'Neill and the modern painters. And she knows a Van Gogh and a Cezanne when she sees one.
 Exhibit B: Over at the Hollywood Cabaret where Broadway is paying its respects and minimum charges to a new floorshow, four famous chorus girls are seriously consider ing retirement on the income of their savings. They are the Misses Marion Martin, Cackles O'Neill, Brownie Walsh and Dorothy Chil- ton, bodies beautiful. For exhibit ing their handsome torsoes to countless customers during the past six years, these shapely ladies not only contribute art for arts sake but get big money for it. Two are married happily and all four have bank accounts exceeding $15,000, money they saved out of their pay envelopes and not out of breach of promise suits. The unwad pair want to marry shortly; their fiances aren't flighty playboys or senile ba- chelors but suitors who have been long time sweethearts.
 Quiet, Please!
 Now that Mayor LaGuardia has the city silenced, and the Noise Abatement Commission says so, it is time to tell one on the Little Flower"
 When he broAched the matter of less noise to his constituents over the municipal radio station last week, the mayor was unaware, per- haps, that he was up against 8 case of self-defeatism. Because across the courtyard from this department, 8 receiving set, tuned high, rent the air with the mayors rasping plea for quiet. For Pete's sake" came a shrill yell from the upper story, twill va shut that blasted thing offp
 Dea heads
 Only the other night came the gruesome realization that 8 once- popular night club, Le Boeuf Sur Le Toit, adjoins a hospital morgue. And that the ragtime we tapped our toes to disturbed the peace of the next-door corpses.
 Reflecting about the Baer-Louis fracas, one cab driver in town can only wag his head while telling about two last-minute-men he picked up in an of Broadway tic ket office, after they had purchas- ed a couple of $25 ducats for $250. This was an hour and a half before the massacre and they ordered the hack to step on it. The meter read $1S5 when he rushed them to the front gate of the Stadium. They handed him a two-dollar bill and beat 1t. Before me is come-on letter from Belle Levy, woman de- tective, offering me her services. Women" the lady snoop explains in her salestalk, make the best de- tectiyes because they are born no- seybodies, gossipers and naturally inquisitive." I'd rather be trailed by G-Man. ...
 The current Maharajah epidemic in the city is breaking out on num- erous corners. Turbaned fakers - not fakirs-set their stands up on the curb, look furtively around for any enemy blue uniforms and mumbo- jumbo their crowds togeth- CT with line of utter gibberish Their racket consists of dipping a piece of plain papyrus, inscribed with invisible ink, into 8 moist glass cylinder, incanting phoney hocus- pocus and extracting message o1 personal importance for any gullible pedestrian. It's the old sideshov gag; but the suckers are biting Destiny for dime.
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 Interest FIickered Out
 Manhattan has been experiencing hectic social life, what with cock tail parties being tossed left anc right for Leslie Howard, Joan Craw- ford, FranclsOt Tone and other wis