The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-07-02
In New York
. som N.Y.
Ry GEORGE ROSS

New York, July 2.--Broadway has gaped this June ct innumerable tfailers, hitched to dusty petrol wagons, rolling smoothly down the Main Stem, turning into Q sidestreet and encamping against less con- gested curbg. There, increduious pedestrians have watched grimy, perspiring drivers leave the front seat of tho auto, go into the rear compartment and emerge with re. freshed appearance, sliclsly dressed and ready for the Big Town.
 For this is the first summer that the Tin Can Tourist has invaded the heart of Manhattan. The inc fiux hasn't grown large enough yet, however, to strike terror into the hearts of hotel men.
 But if the popularity of the trailer continues, hotel men may get anxiouss Especially after the other evenings incident in Q midtown parking space. Toward dusk, Q couple drove through the gate in Q two-seater dragging e homely house on wheels behind them. After settling into . spot, the man stepped out, said he'd be back soon. His female compan- ion went into the trailer, pulled the curtains down.
 A quarter of an hour later, the parking space attendants whiffed the succulent aroma of corned beef and cabbage and coffee on the fire. They went around to investigate and one eavesdropped through a window of the. rolling residence. There, the spy saw the lady of the itinerant house, busy at small but going stove, fixing dinner for her man and herself.
 When he came back, they both sat down at c low, comfortable table, dined heartily on the homemade meal. Overhead. blinked the myriad Times Square lights and the bea- cons of Radio City shone down. High above was the Rainbow Room, too high for the corned beef and cabbage exhalations to reach and haughtily aloof with It's converts, a Ia cartes and table d'hotes.
 Nelsed About
 Now that summer Is here, inci- dentally, and windows are ajar, the, city's noises seem to have increased million fold. The grating gears, the screeching brakes, horn honks and boat whistles. fog horns and a cacaphony of radio programs. Trol- leys hurtling along steel tracks and odd shouts. The chug of the rail- road freight train and the barking in chorale of every dog in the neigh b0rhood. Police and fire sirens ca- reening wildly up and down the streets. And above it ali, the unin- telligible murmur of the crowd.
 Who was 1t who wisely said that a city man vacationing in the coun- try would like to exchange croaking frogs for automobile honkers, raoo- ing COWS for fire department sirens, bleating sheep for yelling newsboys, boot owls for night Iub sounds, rain batter for lunch club jokes2 Never mind. It's true. A city mans ears are attuned to the ceaselees din of the big town.
 Contslng . snub
 Variety, the Broadway ''trade journal" has been tampering with k1n Frfmnsn WsaaifRh mRnfn Tk,a nnW name for an outdoor musical concert Is s6hirtsleeve Eymph."
 When Q Broadway habitue has been away for . long time and wants to know if the buyB reEnem- her him. his favorite trick consists in stepping up and asking tor q loan Of 60 cents. if granted, then his face is sslll familiar. l. # not then his friends must be broke.
 Thrss years ago. four real estats operators hy names of Jack 6ha- plro. L'oais Blumenthal and Charles % Henry Haring were building homes in Wastchegser. cniivlolis tc tho Rlalto. Then they ven1ured into show business with the French ! Casino that successfully nranehed out to AGinml. Paris end London Nov they are 60 cngroesed 10 1 the theatrical trade lkat they hnV1 discardod their hIueprlnlg and arE investing big bankEelis for dramas sn which the leading lady can even Hs Ia ..M.