The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-11-18

Suddenly out of nowhere, a child's voice shattered the still- ness. Get off my foot please, thank youl" Startled, I jumped from my perch. So did everybody else. There being no child in evi- dence, we all uttered mild epithets and went back to our matutinal reading. A moment later, the cry was heard again. "RoSs, please read your own paperl"
 We'll, don't know child who would be bound to recognize me at Il o'clock in the morning in @ Radio City apothecary's and be- sides, I don't know an invisible one. Then the man next to me started to laugh and as he low cred the paper, Tommy Riggs greeetd me with that well-knoWn etherized Betty Lou voice. There ought to be a law!
 OH, GO BACK
 TO SLEEP!
 At the International Casino they were telling the loony yarn of the poor nut who complained he couldn't sleep nights because he woke himself up with his snoring. "It's terrible" he told @ friend, "every time doze off, I start to snore and every time I snore, I wake up"
 After a few weeks of this, the cerebrally feeble one suddenly stopped complaining, so friend asked if he had solved his prob- lem. "Oh, everything's fine now" he said, T sleep in another room" OPERA MAKES
 TROTSKY SEE RED
 Ramon Armengod, the Mexican singer, used to be an apprentice painter under Diego Riversa in Mexico City. I asked Armengod if he ever had encountered Leon Trotsky when the latter was stay- ing in Rivera's home.
 "Oniy once," replied the re- formed warbler. T used to sing while I painted. I sang mostly Spanish love songs. One after noon, though, began to practice a couple of arlas from Bizet's Carmen Trotsky sent a note to me via his secretary to say that If I was going to sing, I was to stick to Spanish love songs.
 "Trotsky, he cannot concentrate on his work when you sing grand opera" said the secretary, 'he hates opera!"
 "SELF-DEFENSE" IS
 STILL GOOD ALIBI
 It wasn't long ago that Sherman Billingsley, the pacitiist proprietor of the Stork club, issued an edict barring all belligerents from the premises and declared his neutral ity in no uncertain terms. What MT. B. in effect said was that no one who could be charged with having swapped punches In any cafe in New York would gain en- trance into the Stork Club again.
 Well. that was rash decree and Mir Billingsley has seen the un- wisdom of 1t. In fact, he has con- cluded that If his ultimatum were to be observed to the letter, his clientele would dwindle danger ously. So concessions were made.
 Now, if the headwaiter observes that the would-be patron was on the defensive side of @ previous encounetr, he will waive the code and let him in. Those who always have played the offensive still find the Stork Club barred to them. That's why New York's most prominent cafe has been such an innocently peaceful and unevent- ful place lately.
 UNDERGROUND
 WHIMSY
 The subway rush hour is one of those institutions which New York never will give up, even if Father Knickerbocker decides to tunnel very street with underground transportation. There never will be enough trains to insure com- fortable travel.
 But at least one bruised Man. hattanite has decided to appeal to his fellow citizens sympathies when he gets into the rush hour each night. He embarks at Four teenth Street, where the load really becomes heavy. On front and back he wears e little sign that says:
 CAREFUL IN HANDLING. FRAGILE. DON'T PUSH, DROP OR, BEND.