The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-05-31

ElbOWed by
TenenentS
Interesting Little Homes
in New York Occupied
by French.
BY HELEN WORDEN
Times Special Writer

down TO see Mr.. Paul kochan-
ski. widow of the Polish violinist,
leave for Europe. She sailed with
Ruth Draper, the monologist, on
the Champlain. Long lines Of cars,
flower vendors selling gardenias and
roses, and souvenir peddlers hawk
ing French flags congested traffic IN
front of Pier 81. The boat itself was
seething with farewell parties.
Mill:rg around the main deck
gangplank were the Marquis de la
Falaise, Constance Benefits hand
some husband; Mrs. Raymond Ives,
fashion editor of Vogue, wearing a
white daisy hat and black taffeta
suit: the Due de ARGOS, cousin OF
Alphonso former King of Spain;
amiable Ludwig Marcousis, fiery eX-
ponent of Cubism; the Countess
Tamara Swiskaya, leading lady OF
Roberta; Mrs. Ernest Peixotto,
wife of the famous architect, and
Herbert May, from Pittsburgh, life
member of the Council of the League
Of Nations.
Pier 80, the New York port Of the
French Lines gigantic new flagship,
the Normandie, looms up like some
huge orange -cOlored prehistoric
skeleton at the foot Of 49th-st and
the North River.
Workmen are busy night and day,
hammering last minute rivets into
the network of steel. They hope to
have the main portion Of the pier
finished when the Normandie steams
up the bay next Monday
Forty-ninth-st, west of 9th-av,
fringes the north end of Hells
Kitchen. Cold water tenements,
streets Squirming with children and
windows full of gossiping women
will greet the incoming Normandie
passengers.
drove through 49th-st on my
way to the Champlain and made a
note on my cuff of quaint row of
old frame cottages hedged in by the
less picturesque tenementS. Front
yards, a picket fence and shade trees
gave a small-town touch to the
dreary block
do you know the history of these
houseS?" 1 inquired of man lean
ing on the gate at All.
Non, madame, I am only a
French rooming house keeper! Ny
name is Paul Dreau and I've just
been here nine months" The little |
man waved hand in the direction
of his home. Il wish the landlord |
would do more to fix it up-no run
ming water-nothing have to rent
my rooms veree cheap!"
Who owns the hOuSeS?"
"A MeeSter Bhoan-but I can |
never find heem. Chris Schierloh is
the AGENT"
Chris Schierloh was surrounded |
by paint pots, scaffolds, moving |
men and restless clients when l
trailed him to his new office on SD
st between 9th and 8th-aVS.
Cdn YOU btI1 IllC GIlS 4l1obOl VI
the old rear-house cottages at AL |
w. 49th-st?" I shouted, raising my |
voice above the din of the elevat-
ed railroad and the hammering of
carpenters.
Whats that?" yelled Mr. Schier-
lob, pushing his old straw hat back
on his head. 1 began all over
again. Il wouldn't attempt to tell
you the history of ALL" he said. Its
long, hard-luck story. The less
said about it, the better!"
We'll, can you give me the his
tory of the neighborhood?" 1 per-
sisted
Lady, I was born here. I lived
where the goats used to eat the to-
mato cans!"
"On 49th-st?"
Nope, a little farther west. Just
about opposite Pier 88, where the
new Normandie's going to dock" A
quartet of moving men, carrying a
desk, separated us. Come back
another dayl" shouted Mr.. Schier-
loh," and I'll tell you some real
stories! This is The headquarters of
the Ninth Avenue Association.
Well give you the history of that
street,"