The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-02-15
In New York

New York, Feb. 16.-Yes, it's good tosget away from Manhattan. Good to get away from the daily din, the Broadway hurly-burly.
 Sometimes all the faces in the usual bypaths' and hangouts come to look the same. The crimson spire atop the Empire State build- ing becomes an eyesore in the ski. Tony's conversation at the corner cafe is Q bore, and besides, who cares if Gloria Swanson IS in the next high-chair?
 Central Park in mid-winter? A week ago, it occurred to you that the Casino is as beautiful as a Swiss chalet. Now, you avoid 1t as if it were quarantined for plague. The theaters offer no ale lure because the play Is probably the same as last nights, anyway. Then, that new menace, swing music
 And 50 the sated Broadwayite makes nasty exit from New York. By plane, perhaps, or by train or boat. It doesn't matter. Twelve miles out usually tax the limit of his patience. The scenery changes to the bucolic, the atmos-, phere to the Quiescent, and there is nothing much to do; no cur- tain time to catch, no celebrities to greet, no smoke-iilled rooms wherein to suffocate.
 The birch trees pass by swiftly and monotonously and the con- ductor calls out the names of towns at regular intervals. Be- fore one quarter of the journey is completed, visions, distant and attractive, of the traffic jostle at a first night. the desolateness of Times Square, the fake glamor of Fifth avenue at 1 a. m. come rap- idly to mind. Then, remorse about having shipped out at all.
 For New Workers are the most chronic sufferers from homesick- ness in the world. HS
 Music Depot
 And what a town to re-enter when the Grand Central Terminal is now ringing out with organ music. Trains may raise an awful, unsymphonic racket as they roll out on the tracks, but in that big mar bic and alabaster hall, the percus- sion pipes peel out "The Bells of St. Mary's" and schubert's "Unfin- ished Symphony"
 This service to soothe the cora- muter's savage breast was inau- gurated the other day and is turn- ing out to be 6 huge success. It kills the dull wait amiably for travellers who arrive too early and mollifies the train-catchers who arrive too late. Only one danger is anticipated. It is feared that some music lovers will hang around until the late note while sl the $40 pulls out on the dot. Only classical numbers, incident ally, are being played. The Grand Central Terminal is no place for jazz, and no place to blow the last valve down.
 CurBe'S on Him!
 The 1.-the dancer stepped out on the floor of the Fl Toreador, c Spanish cabaret, and performed Q wierd routine, with quivering body and Quaking hands. The tango orchestra was stilled and the acc compartment consisted only of 6 dull tom-tom on the drums. It waa not Q usual dance for a night club but fascinated the audience into watching 1t in grave silence. Bul the performer didn't even walt fol q bow when the applause began.
 Later, at our table, he confided that his name is Fermin Viniegra that he halls from the Aztec coun- try and that the dance he did ii an ancient rite of the tribes he halls from, direct and full-blood- cd descendants of the Mayans. II is the Death Dance of his people and c curse is vowed upon those who reveal 1t to the uninitiated He is the first man to have betray. ed the ceremonial ritual. Fol his living. Anyway. that's hil story.