The Waterbury Democrat., 1941-02-18
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The patriotic bakery on Madi- son Ave. that decorates all Its cakes with tiny American flags. The flags are made in Japan, of course :. Then intelligentSia in theater bale comics discussing the drama with words that are seldom tawen out of the dictionary for an airing !. {. The down and cutters along the Main who can't afford meals-and the clicks who have nervous indiges- ton because of the swift tempo and can't eat.
 The curt and cynical sign in a Third Ave. beanery: '"The trouble with this world is people" The many shoeshine "boys" who are adults = @ tiny Big Town tragedy played to an audience that ignores it all The novel etched in the faces of the lady delrelicts who al- ways hang around City Hall park. Every wrinkle seems to be the re- suit of permanent tears The tardy commuters rushing to catch their train as they hear the en- zine give @ preliminary cought or two. A daily, cnlical race at the various terminals The fra1l trees along Riverside Drive curtsy- ing to each other in the wind, and the lovers who walk along there wrapped up in the warmth of their own dreams The chestnut salesmen keeping their wares warm in tiny little stoves, while they freeze The incongruity of that peddler in the Garment Center: He sells ear-muffs and surl-glasses.
 The silken hum of luxury filling the swanky eateries where people who have one million are enviouS of the person at the next table who has two million =. The gals who buy expensive fur coats to keep them warm and wear silk stockings and thin slippers that cause them to shiver The lasseS with the charge accounts ill the Fifth Ave. shops, with beauty plus homely nor- als, not hiding their secret from anyone and not caring .. The big clock atop the International Bldg. entrance stitching minute af- ter minute and sewing together the days The lights of the skyscrapers as seen from the water front, forming a blazing tapestry of a modern miracle. And the human zeros sleeping in dark corners of alleyways along the same water front.
 The army of crazy-quilt words that marches up and down the atmosphere of Union Square, emanating from a soap box, and making a fruitlesS search for some common sense The wind and sea-bitten docks along South street where jobless sailors just ist and look at the placid waters, deep in dream of repose .. The former clicks sitting in corners of Broad way spots like wet towels, eager to sop up little sympathy from friends, but being brushed off like crumbs Subway crowds oozing out of kiosks on their way to earn a living, but living at a nerve dangling pace that ruins the best part o ftheir lives The nifty odors existing from nut and candy shops that hold you smell-bound.
 The unhappy economic conditions in Harlem, but they have more dancehalls. nightspots and other joynts than any other residential area in the city The chill breezes playing with the skirts of lovely models along Lexington Ave, the lucky breezes Dark clouds racing across the moon, leaving only its petticoat showing Gigolos with dowagers and gray haired men with young gals all trying ito be- come infected with youth by staying close to it The fingertips of over-grown edifices toying with crooked clouds that seem to be refu- gees from a jig-saw puzzle .. The Times Bldg. flashing gloomy news over the Main Stem filled with peo- pie and places dedicated to having somersaults on the empty Coney Island beaches the steady roar of an ocean clearing its throat Relaxing twilight, time when the city calls off its fight for existence and leaves offices for home, where life has a little soft music :. The sleepy Plaza at 5 ayem where you can hear the satiny gown of silence being rustled by flirtatious wind The incomnolent Broad wayites decorating the chairs in this and that eatery. who think that topping the next guy with a wise crack Is more important than a British triumph-male Marie An