The Waterbury Democrat., 1943-03-19
NEW YORK PICTURE
 POSTCARDS


 The stone symphony of the statue of Liberty standing as Q monument to Americas dream Rheumatic trees in the park eagerly waiting for Spring to drape their Out- stretched arms with c green frock Leaden-lidded insomniacs in all-night eateries, idly snifflng faded conversational bouquets The forest fire of noise that blazes through the Main Stem ct mid. night Civilized people at the zoos, grabbing a little of the globes peace by gazing at the inhabitants of the jungle {. The rainbow fin- gers of dawn splashing the sky with a paradise of colors behind the slSyscraper panorama. A scenic knack for your memo.y to toy with The visual music of 5th Ave. shop windows making that thoro- fare Queen of the city's streets .. Sprays of laughter tumbling from throats of playing children, while blood and sweat decide the kind of world they live in.
 Stately silence cruising through the museums, in tune with the vel- vety whispers of the art lovers .. Tiny boats anchored in the Hudson, swaying like the flame of candle In the breeze Snoh-noxious man. ners of the mink-coat brigade, not impresSing anybody except fellow Snobs Newsreel fans relieving headline headaches, booing and ap- plauding their pets and pet hates. The midtown picket keeping up his morale by strolling up and down with a portable radio, play ing swing music {. Charwomen pinched with age lavishing on sky scrapers the care they should give themselves.
 Throbhing planes drilling their way through the air and blinking their landing lights as a signal to anti- aircraft gunners below The sassy imonologs of street saleSmen. 1m- agine having a master of ceremonies for ties or socks Empty-faced sandwich men and women walking through the streets like sleep-walk- CTS The many whacks who in- habit the Main Stem, and the nor nal people who have a tough time Keeping sane in 8 high-pressure business The pell-mellodrama of Wall Street at lunch time, so clogged there isn't even enough room to walk in the gutter.
 Twilight spreading its rosy glow over the city as the bright eyes of stars start to peep through the sky Sunshiny baseball gab start ing to relieve the dark clouds of war talk The baby fingers of SprinV beginning to patty-cake the cheeks and the spirit Torch carriers in joynts being pummled by the whip of remorse, making Cupid seem like a gargoyle '. Dowagers running after youth, while old age catches up with them Harried clerks at the information booths of the depotS, holding tight to the reinS of their patience and answer ing waves and queries with frozen smiles The gears of trucks clearing their throats in the early ayen and leaving the silence in tat ters as they rumble along.
 The bar-bores who stand over Q glass of beer for hours staring into nowhere Teeming Broadway standing as the heart of the most modern city in the world, where too many people act as if they were still in the Dark Ages |. War; minded humans dipping open their worries in nut-clubs and trying to lose them in the ocean of gaiety :. |. The syrupy mannerisms of headwait- CTS poured over each new patron. The most polite and well-be- haved people at the bejeweled first nights-pretty usherettes .. Work CTS pouring out of residential sec- tions in the morning, emptying the hush that night filled the streets with Health fiends strolling through the park in the morning, grabbing some antiseptic air before gas fumes stain 1t . . The sign in a Bronx grocery store: Having, points for rationing isn't as bad as dodging the points of bayonets" |. The shadowy hooks and alleys near the waterfront-a perfect spot for convention of nightmares.