The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-11-14
In New York
By GEORGE ROSS

New York, Nov 14-Broadway the aters open and close with the same precision as swinging doors, but two Manhattan auditoriums that keep going day and night, year in and year out, are Madison Square Garden and Town Hall.
 In the Garden, the big house of brawn, the crew can clear away 8 hockey rink for a six day bike race in six hours. At Town Hall, the big brain house, a single days program can include a lecture by Rear Admiral Byrd in the morning, 8 tango trot exhibition in the after noon and symphony concert at night. They never get mixed up.
 A ladies club, weary of knitting and hemstitching at home, started Town Hall over forty years ago and the place has been utilized since then by Hindu poets, pianists, European noblemen, dancers, or chestras, child prodigies, monologists Presidents of the United States, singers, dictators and violinists. But no herb doctors and no jazz bands. Jazz is taboo despite the one evening when a musician slipped Dancing in the Dark" across. Among the world-famed who have occupied the stage at one time or another, there've been Paderewski, Calvin Coolidge, General Jan Smut, Lady Astor, Prince William of Sweden, Abbe Dimnet, Evangeline Booth and many more.
 
 Open Forum.
 Anybody, except cranks, confidence men or high pressure salesmen, can hire the Hall. Once your cor respondent dropped in to hear his barber. no mean tonsorial artist with razor or larynx, making his debut as a concert Casanova. The next day, Guisippe was back at the barbershop, in a father. Already 12 o'clock, he complained as I cringed under the blade, and Signor Gatti- Cassasza had not yet sent for him! And it had cost him $150 just to get himself heard.
 Pianists, George v. Denny, Jr., who runs the Hall, tells me, are the most nervous musicians in the place. They will hold up @ concert for half hour while arguing with a stagehand about the right height of @ piano stool. He remembers one ivory -tickler who wouldn't start playing until they brought him the stool Paderewski used. Two stagehands tossed their hands up in despair, carried the piano stool off, stage, brought the same one back again and deposited 1t at the tem- peramental artists feet. He was satisfied.
 Town Hall goes on the air once each week from coast to coast with a political debate in which anyone attending the broadcast can speak his piece. This program has been getting the etherized Town Meet ing into several delicate jams. They can't shut the microphones of on the hecklers since hecklers are guests of the house. At a recent broadcast, one heckler in alcoholic ally high spirits, drew himself up to his full height near the mike" and began by saying, T am the nephew of-". The mikes" stood by to transmit his Identification from the rim of the Atlantic to the coast lines of the Pacific. T am the nephew" he repeated, "of a red- headed woman." And then sat down. Town Hall just can't dc anything about this sort of thing, without putting a check on free speech.
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