The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-09-07
In New York
By PAUL HARRISON

way sidewalks is milling, shuf- fling, dawdling, jostling, gaping. perspiring, panting throng.
 A pretty girl steps from the curb by the Palace, sinks a spiked heel into the melting asphalt, loses . slipper, and swears. She hops on one foot to retrieve 1t while loaf CTS look on and laugh, making no move to help.. Jobless music fans stroll back and forth under the marquees of. air-cooled thea ters,- now and then warned by scowling. wilting policemen to keep moving. Tickets, fern- ployed by this or that gang of racketeefs, have an easier time of it. Chill draughts comfort them az they carry signs protest ing the theaters' unfairness to va rious rival unions.
 George Jean Nathan, seldom seen in daylight, hops from a cab into an office building. "Whe-w-w-w!' puffs MT. Nathan. "It's hot" May I quote you on that?' inquiries your correspond ent. also slightly touched by the heat. "No!" growls MT. Nathan as he ducks into an elevator. A drunken midget reels around the corner, and passersby stop to grin. Lucky guy" observes a cabby. "Cockeyed on a thimble- fuiw But wiser driver corrects him; says this particular midget guzzles more than five normal men. |. .4. Anz,ambulance shrieks down Seventh avenue. Just another pros- tration. Stockingless, petticoat- less show-giris trip along in trim white dresses and picture hats. One lass has weird lavender hair. A dyeingl accident, someone chuckles -she was dyeing to meet a gentle man who preferred blondes.
 "B-b-b-boy, 1t s-s-sure is h-h-ho- ho-- s-w-w-warm!" shutters Joe Frisco. "T-t-t-too w-w-warm to t-t-t-talls," agrees your correspond ent, and goes away from there. ... Tickets in front of the cafe- terias, the strip-and-grind mills. some of the stores. "We got this strike on ice," says one of them, mapping his sunburned face. .. t. wears moth-eat- en fur coat and signs announcing: "30 Degrees Cooler Inside"
 Here you are--red hot!" bel- lows a scarlet-visaged hot-dog man. '"Going. right in now for the hottest show in town" drones a barker before a girlesque house. .'. Many people right here on Broadway Is going to be condemn l ed to the eternal fires!" shrieks Q bearded evangelist at Times Square. #. Summer Bargains in Fprs," announces a sign. Boy, oh, boy!" gasps n lovely young thing at a soda fountain. you know what they had me doin' all day? Modelin' winter coats!"
 lsreezing Around Al
 Gladys George. powdering her nose. Erskine Grynn, whom you'd think would be on somebody's yacht these days. Stanley Walker. just an author now, but sweating over another book. Fannie Brice. without fan. Phil Baker. wish ing he had his accordion to help raise a breeze. Beryl Wallace, most frequently glorified by the Earl of Carroll, smiling cooly and asking whether it's hot enough for me. Gr-r-r.
 1 And here's Sir Joseph Ginsberg, quaint character of the Main Stem who for years has been the proud butt of many jokes. He's crazy about reciting little verses that don't rhyme, crazy about Willie Howard (whom he admits is the greatest living comedian next to Sir Jpseph) i, crazy about the med aIs and badges which have been awarded him, crazy--"Is 1t hot enough for you7" he asks with . sly grin. But I wouldn't strike an old man.
 Hot Ideas l A couple of stage dancers wear ing pajamas duck out of the Capi- tois side door and skip into a res. taurant. A vaudeville agent who probably hasn't the fare tc Coney Island tells of plans for 2 vacation In Canada. A gambler passes the word that he has new penthouse in. the Sixties, with . cooling system. Cold decks, too, probably. .D I wander into the business officc of tho Paradise and am startled to see two stenograph. CTS wearing skimpy romper suits borrowed from the wardrobe mis. treas.