The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-02-09

are rare. T h e '''a's t h ief who snatches a bag from under a woman's arm knows that he must make a fast getaway, pursued by screams. Only dope addicts are willing to take the risk.
 It cost me $75 to learn that the worst way to carry money is in a wallet in your hip pocket. had carried currency that way so long, in so many cities, that I thought I had developed a sixth sense that would protect me against pick pockets anywhere. I had 8 habit of putting my left hand on the hip pocket to make sure the poe ketbook was still there.
 In subway jam the pickpockets taught this Kansas boy his ex- pensive lesson. As usual, there was no policemen within sight or hearing. And 1t is difficult to prove anything on skilled pick pockets anyway. They discard everything except the cash imme- diately. If you happen to be lucky enough to find a policeman just as the slicker is pocketing your money, you may cause the criminal to get 8 good beating, but you don't stand much of a chance of getting your money back. The regular pickpockets are known to police, and if accused are assumed to be guilty. Experi- enced detectives consider a couple of black eyes better medicine for these brethren than a month in jail.
 Earl Wyatt, St. Louis utilities man. in town for 8 weekend, con- fessed he was lonesome for the home town. He lured me to some excellent food at a Swedish place called the Garbo. A MT. Soder- strom, in charge, was extremely polite. As soon as he heard that I have Swedish-American wife, he turned out the whole enter tainment force, to make us happy. Most interesting was a trio of colored entertainers, singing a Swedish sentimental song, in the original. l won't vouch for the accent or intonation. but the sum of the evening was satisfaction on the part of everybody.
 There are several areas in Man. haitian where the old livery stables and the carriage houses" that used to be part of the scene at homes of the wealthy, have sur- vived, in one form or another. One of the most prominent of these patches of oldtime memories is in the vicinity of Murray Hill. In fact, I should say that a good barn-recognizer could find more horse houses between 30th and 40th streets, between Sd and 5th avenues, than elsewhere in New York.
 The barns were of brick, two stories high. You can spot them now by the wide arched entrance, where the carriage and team were driven in. Upstairs, there was the customary hay mow and, in many cases, living quarters for those who tended the horses.
 A few of these places are service garages today, but most of them in the Murray Hill neighborhood are dwellings. The old hay mows make grand studios for artists, or high-jinks halls for those who are less artistic.
 hear that Number Ten, Down. ing Street, London, where policies are made for the Empire upon which the sun never tires of set- ting, is much exercised over the advice freely offered by Josef Israels in Scribner's Magazine. Joe, who publicized the Emperor of what used to be Ethiopia, writes detailed suggestions for making the King and Queen of England popular in America. Doubtless, some of the more prac- tical ideas will be used during the forthcoming visit of Their Majesties to this country. But as to the King and Queen holding press conferences daily, submitting to the same sort of photographic barrage that Is inflicted upon our American public people, and chat ting over the radio, I'm afraid there1l be much shaking of heads at the Foreign Office and in the Councils of the Prime Minister.
 I talked with Frank, my Times Square barber, about the coming royal visit and how 1t should be handled. and had, as usual, some rather appropriate thoughts from him. If the King comes in here to get a shave or a haircut from me, MT. Driscoll," he said, I'll treat him just as good as I do you, and what more could I do? As far as l know, he's a good Christian, and he minds his own business. But about photographs and all that, don't know. A king has got to be a king. just like I've got to be barber. Maybe he can't be bothered with photo- graphers all the time like com- mon man could"
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