The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-01-11

stand t h at point of view, but don't alto gether sympathize with it. If I were MT. Whalen I'd permit the Golden Gate people to set up an information booth, at least, on the grounds at Flushing Meadows, It would create good will, espe- cially in the West, toward the New York fair, and it would not take one visitor away from MT. Whalen's show.
 Sometimes good will pays divi- dends.
 Ray Weiss is a skilled potter, besides being the wife of lawyer and mother of Mary, John and William Weiss. In the interesting Weiss home, in an apartment house on 86th street, are more than a thousand pots, dishes, vases and bottle made by Mrs. Weiss during the IS years of her activity as a potter.
 She does all her pottery work at the potter's shop in Green wich Village. There are excellent facilities for the. work there. Mrs. Weiss learned in that shop. There are two fine kilns for firing the pots, one of them electrical. Mar shall Field> was one of the noted benefactors of Greenwich House, and that may help explain the facilities. Just now, some of the more interesting of Ray Weiss's items are on exhibition in one of the more distinguished uptown galleries.
 Beautiful pottery has always had strong appeal to me. My wife, also is an admirer of the unusual and original in pottery. Among the most attractive pieces in our home are two made by the Santa Clara Indians of the South west, given us by some good citi- zens of Phoenix a few years ago. Also, an unglazed head, dug out of the ruins of a pre-Inca temple in Peru. flew all the way from Lima to New York with that pre- cious pot in my hands, to avoid breakage.
 It's proposed to turn one of Manhattan's most embarrassing eyesores into 8 well-furnished in formation station for visitors. I don't know how the plan will work out, but it sounds fine.
 In Pershing Square, just oppo- site one of the entrances to Grand Central Terminal on 42d street, is a blot on the landscape called, for lack of better designation, the Park avenue tunnel Not much of tunnel, but not much of any, thing else, either, so they call it that.
 Trolley cars used to travel down the hill from 40th to 42d street, by way of this depression. A great causeway overhead leads vehicu- lar traffic over 42d street and around both sides of Grand Gen. tral on an elevated street.
 After trolley cars ceased to use this tunnel, certain city politi- clans decided to make a vehicular tunnel out of it. They spent fat sum tearing up the trolley tracks and re-paving the surface. This despite the published warnings of engineers that the tunnel would n't work for vehicles, due to the impossibility of routing the traffic.
 The engineers were right. The tunnel was flop, and has been in disuse since its rehabilitation.
 Now it's proposed to use one block of the tunnel as an in- formation station. Optimistic city politicians say they can rent out enough space in the big room thus created to pay all the city's ex- pense of operation. Just who will rent the space. don't know, but I hope the plan works. There are lots of visitors to New York who would like to know of even one place where they could get de- pendablc information about loca- tions and directions.
 William Soskin, formerly one of the best-known book critics in New York, is now in the publish ing business, and likes it. He is editor for the Stackpole Sons house, with headquarters in Har- risburg and New York. He was telling me the other day of his next big venture. publication of Hitler's My Battle" in the full, unexpurgated text. Therell be fireworks, since Hitler doesn't want that version printed in America. Some copyright compli- cations may be expected, and MT. Soskin will be having the time of his life.
 Personal report: The grip (grip- pc, la grippe, fiu-use your own favorite title) began letting up a little today. my fourth day of confinement to the house. I'm venturing downtown to see what the tall buildings look like, and to post this column, two days be- hind, to the angry proof printer. My wife warns me of over-exer- ton after fever. So we'll see whe- ther traffic on Broadway will pause for gaunt wreck, picking his way slowly over the ice.
 Copyright 1859, McNaught