The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1939-1949, 1941-07-31
Liehts Of NewXork
by L. L. STEVENSON
Ramblings and nominations:

Rankings and nominations: A
vacant store with the windows, in
stead of being dirty as to be prac-
italy opaque, scrubbed to shining
brightness The interior also
Immaculate A sign in the WIN
dow, Your store. Why not?" &.
and it's my guess the real-estate
broker handling that property has
brains and uses them A short
man, so obese as to be almost
round, waiting until revolving door
comes to stop before risking an
entrance into one of the compart-
ments An astrologer who has
Broadwayites and social luminaries
as her clientele, putting cent in
one of those penny arcade machines
to get a card telling her fortune
Wonder what those who con-
suit her regularly would think of
that.
A man with white mustache and
Vandyke jogging along Central park
pathways clad in track outfit
And a youngster on a bench remark
ing, Daniel Boone must think he's
a Boy Scout" Two pretty and
demure misses suddenly becoming
interested in magazines as two
sailors approach But neglect
ing their reading when the young
men of the sea pass on their way
without backward glance
Lads with balls, bats, gloves and
other baseball equipment making
their way toward an unused dia-
mond Maybe among them is
another Ty Cobb or Babe Ruth .
Mothers wheeling their babies in
the sunshine and gossiping
with other mothers as they stop to
wait the change of traffic light
Squirrels begging for food but
streaking away when move is
made in their direction.
The window of an Eighth avenue
pawnshop filed with fishing tackle
that looks as if it had been used
I still have trout rod Hubert
M. Long of the Grand Rapids Press
gave me in Traverse City years and
years ago and though it
has seen a lot of use, it still brings
them to the creel That is, when
I get chance to 60 fishing -. A
lottery old man, walking with the
aid of cane, threading his way
through traffic at Forty-second
street rather than wait for the light
to change -. and despite his handi-
caps, reaching the other curb in
safety Wonder what he'll do
with that minute he saved A
smart miss with hat decorated
with what looks like celery stalks
. :. Can't get excited any more
about women's hats I've be-
come numb.
A huge truck loaded with paste
board boxes stopping in front of
dress establishment on
Thirty-eighth street Wonder
what the garment center would do
If there were no more pasteboard
A young man shifting big
bundle from his right to his left
shoulder and thus exposing
to those who care to look the fact
that he is carrying dozen women's
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with button displays still int It
me Hard to believe there could
be so many different styles, sizes
and shapes and my tailor
couldn't match the one I lost off
my coat sleeve the other day.
A red-headed lass of 10 or so slap
ping the face of big boy who jog
gled her elbow as she was about
to bite into an ice-cream cone
and the lad sneaking away with face
more fiery than the girls hair
At Seventh avenue and Thirty-fourth
street, a song sheet peddler attract
ing attention by playing bits of popu-
lar airs on a harmonica A
bearded ancient leaning against a
building front, filling his pipe and
then scratching match on his
wooden leg Which reminds me
that on that recent trip to Littleton,
N. H., I noted that some New Eng
landers still strike matches on their
trousers.
Remarks: Harry Salter says it's
amazing how much talent leaves
New York for Hollywood-and how
little gets there Xavier Cugat
ayers that theaters in Chicago are
so large that if an egg is thrown
from the balcony it matches before
it reaches the stage Orchestra
leader Mark Warnow's observation:
A dictator is a guy who signs a
pledge with invisible ink James
Snyder, photographer, overheard
one of his models confide to an
other: He told me he was bridge
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