The Waterbury Democrat., 1941-12-03
THE NEW YORK SCENE

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 The Big Town-where khousands come t0 make themselves better known and remain stranRerg to their nextsdOor nelghbors The dummy In the store window with ehis card dangling from lts neck: T Don't Care Who Wins the War; So Long AS It Amt fzltlerlp The 2,0Q0, year old coins In the shop window at B3rd and Broadway s... The Bellevue psyehopathlc Ward entrance, on which is scrlb- bled: "Nuts to you, and you and you. From mo Co you and youl" The fur coats being removed from store windows to make room for Palm Beach displays Il. Tho darkened windows of the Italian Line In Ra- dio City. The ciearest summation of the European situation . OhFbach'B blunt ad: 'If You've Got the 0uy-We'vo Got the oownl"
 The star who carries his profile like Q flag and his liquor like . Jerk The dowaRer who spends her life trying to recapture her youth and fools nobody but herself Tie estranged husband whose wife TiBked her career for him. He beats her regularly, but one Of these naid- nights some fellows who like her very much are going to even things ID . The press agent who says that he doesn't need to sleep SO much--he has work to do. And then walks around the streets ct all hours of the night TI1umbllng to himself The deb who knows what fork to uBo, but can curse like Q trouper after she's had seven drinks too many The Romeo who thinks he's wonderful because many gals fall for him. He foFgets they'd fall for anybody
 The d tycoon who sits In The damecock tavern afternoons, drink. ing and building little EsklmU igloos out Of Jumps of sugar. Clever con- struction, too The deserted alr Of the Hudson river steamers tied ID ct the West 42nd street docks until Spring ... The sensayumR of the workers down at the whole- safe meat market on the East side where they call the section devoted to hams and turkeys: "Shubert Al- ley" The bus boy over at the Wiyel, whose newborn was just chFistened Don Ameche Svendson Tho familieF sight in front of Daly'B Theater on w. 63Fd Street. The ragged guy, who looks like he could use some soap and hot water, using q bar of soap to carve fig- ures Of animals for the amusement of indifferent passeFsby <. The lonely men on Central Park benches looking Up at the swaiik hotels along b0th Street, where all sorts Of gaiety and wnoopee allegedly 90 on,
 The pIaybOy with money instead of anything else; brandy instead of brains and love-nests instead of love The intellectual who can tell you what Is wrong with the world, but must sec a psychiatrIst 10 find out what's wrong with himself The Greenwich VillageT who never falls to remind you of the evil of rnoney-but never foggets to ask you to lend him some The radical writers whose hearts bleed for the world until they start raking in Hollywood dollaFs-then they start gnubbing people who earn less The actress who is brilliant on the stage and It Up iF1 the joynts Tho Wall stFeeter who throws his coin away in night spots, in order to impress some chlorine, but treats his employees like peons |. The gal who thinks she's a s0phisticate because nothing can make her blush,
 The bitter bolt 8 guy with Q 'Torch" swallows every time some happy twosome's laughter rings out in harmony The little dramas in the Times Square cafeteTias: Tired, pretty waitresses waiting. on tired, pretty actresses The paWnshop on the lower East Side with the iFonic name: Paradise, Inc" !. The novelty stFoes along sixth Avenue which are still selling Worlds Fair souvenirs The aged actor who wanders along Chor- inc Canyon spouting excerpts from Shakespeare to anyone who'll lis- ten. He once had bright future in the drama-untii drink fuddled his brain The City Hall pretzel peddler who had to raise prices, he says, because of the defense program Anzacs, just before showing off for Tobruk. dancing in the Stork Club The Lexington Avenue perfume store sign: My Sin is practically yours for the asking"
 The musicians who are always swinging the classics, as if the clas- sics once tried to hard them The serious student of current af- fairs who thinks that fl you forget the troubles of the world for min- ute you're forgetting your duty to humanity The magazine editor whose mag satirizes everybody, but whose own life Is the funniest cari- cature of all The glamour gals who think that looking sleepy is @ substitute for charm The man about town you can find in ali Broadway places and in a few Broadway pockets The fake nobility set who look down on the rest Of the people as peasants-in- cluding those who pay for their drinks and rent The show-off who tries to get attention--and makes a three-act production out