The Waterbury Democrat., 1942-02-12
Walter WincllelI
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out by a cabbie and smiling be-
cause he doesn't understand a word
OF 1t Poverty that you can
almost smell along Tenth Ave.-a
section that seems to be dying in its
sleep Begrimed jobless warm
ing themselves on the benches that
line the luxurious looking STAIR
way in the Fifth Ave. library :.
Duffy So, little Broadway island,
where you can watch the inspiring
show Of the Main Stem.
The cops stationed inside many
OF the midtown bars to make GER
tain soldiers and sailors aren't
gypped The burlesk doormen
urging passersby to 60 inside and
warm their hearts over strip
tease The midget Roxy usher
standing in the center of its gigantic
lobby, looking lost in its vastness
The Plaza, yawny with silence
at A ayem listening to the winds
hum lullaby The large clock
on the International Bldg. ticking
its monotonous tale of eternity
Subwayites holding strap with one
hand and paper with the other,
being pushed and mauled, yet calm
ly continuing to read Noon
light silvering the scalp Of the Hud-
son River People standing
at bars trying desperately to drown
that 10th Century ache In their
souls !. Z. The daredevil cabbies,
who drive their cars as if they're
trying to murder the empty spaces in
front.
Pot-bellied commuters running to
make trains, looking as graceful as
a seal doing q tap-dance i.
The pretty little blond girl who
takes a huge st. Bernard walking
along Sixth avenue. Reminds you
OF Red Riding Hood and the wolf.
-. The cabby who keeps map
of the warning fronts in the back
Of the car for the benefit of pas
sengers who want to spend their
time on the military situation 4.
The Celebs in joynts who act as
though they're sitting at the head
of the table - no matter where
they're seated The gamblers
In this and that corner eatery who
are deeply engaged in discussing
nothing as if it were something {. !.
The two dopes on 55th and 5th who
got into fist fight because of an
argument about the Brooklyn Dodg-
ers. OF all things to fight about
at this time.
Sleepy-eyed insomniacs sitting in
all-night restaurants idly finger
ing stubs of conversation dropped
in their conversational laps :. The
startling feeling you have when you
suddenly find your nose attacked
by foul odors after midnight on
lifted-pinky Fifth Ave. The cause:
Trucks picking up garbage from the
eateries SWank-yankees in
the silk and satin spots boring every
body by showing off roman candles
of sound. A scene that the out-of-
towner finds exciting and the ma
tive finds nerve-jangling.
The one compensation for Arctic
breezes: They grow beautiful red
roses on the cheeks of children and
pretty girls :. Majestic silence that
hangs as anotheH masterpiece In the
musems. Everybody speaks in vel
vet whispers as If In Difference to
the great works Of art Torch
carriers sitting around joynts look
ing like lifeless zombies. A bad
advertisement for the glory which
is supposed to be love The gal
in 47th st. bar thumbing her nose
at all the Winking males passing
by The pretzel salesman who
stands near the Metopera. He once
had operatic ambitions, and it
makes him happy just being so close
to the Paradise for songbirds :.
The loafers standing on this and
that corner numbering the most
precious possession the world has to
Offer-time DoWagers trying
so hard to run after youth they allow
old age to catch up to them.
New Workers suffering from
chronic excitement, anxious for the
peace OF home, while visitors eagerly
drink in all the TODD Of the city.
Broadwayites who seldom get
into your heart but always find a
way into your pockets +. The
health fiends walking in the park
in the early morning, seeming to
enjoy themselves by just breathing
deeply :. People of every race
and creed in the subways, peace
fully reading about war that was
started because different races and
creeds couldn't get along =.
The sudden rain OF snow that causes
hundreds of umbrellas to suddenly
mushroom lin the hands Of people
f.. The human dollar signs In
night clubs who can afford to do
anything, including ruin their lives
Tiny boats anchored in the
Hudson curtSying in the brrrreezes
The Bowery where the Dark
Ages come to the most civilized city
in the world People who get
all slicked up In the evening gowns
and tuxedos, in order to see radio
broadcasts The rumble and
gust of stale air that announce a
subway train is coming New
York: A gigantic monument to the
Goth Century.
POWELL, BARNET
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