The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1944-08-25
It's all yours, Stranger.

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You can spend your two weeks
here in the vast quiet dimness OF
the Public Library at 42nd and
Fifth Ave, or strolling the halls OF
the New York Historical Society
and the Metropolitan Museum OF
Art, and you'll go home bursting
with new found facts and the mem
DRY OF wondrous beauty.
You can cover Swing Street (that
noisy neon.lighted block between
Fifth and Sixth AYES, on Sind ST.
from Art Tatum to Erskine Haw.
kins TO Cozy Cole and rock TO the
beat OF boogie woogie or sigh to the
heartbreak strains OF blues.
You can rumba at La Conga and
conga at the Havana Madrid and
samba at Ell Morocco; you can
waltz at the Waldorf Roof and fox
trot at the Stork. Roam the town
and you'll have entertainment
hurled at you by tap dancers, torch
singers, sister trios, adagio teams,
Acrobats, burlesque shippers and
Ice skaters, by Frank Fay and Mary
Martin and Dennis King.
Roam around. Take your time.
You'll love it.
Drop into Toots Shor's pine.pan.
elled tap room and see the baseball
players cutting into their roast
beef. rare. Catch the show at the
Music Hall around the corner.
When you come out, cross over
to the southeast corner OF 50th and
9Th and bend your ear 10 the patter
Of the little guy who sells the morn
ing papers there at midnight He
looks like an elderly urchin, and he
is wise in the ways OF city slickers
and he knows how TO sell them mic.
KEEL papers as IL they were pass
ports TO heaven.
He is cynical and funny. He
makes up headlines. He sends up
his muezZin cry of Here you are,
good news, the Yanks have got the
(censored) on the run, our boys are
dom great; here you are, the Naz.
zys are licked, read all about it,"
in a continuous thin cracked wall
punctuated by, "Whatd you say,
lady? No, amt got single Mirror
left"
In a snide. realistic commentary
on the reading tastes OF his public
he interrupts his recitals about the
Mays and the Yanks and things
military TO reassure the passerby
with Plenty of murders and sui
cides. Big suicide, right on page
four. Dame jumped out Of a win
dow. Come n get II"
Walk up Broadway in the Forties
and Fifties, keeping TO the east side
Of the street. You'll pass the Aqua
rum mot the place where the fish
are kept. but a restauranD and ths
Cafe Metropole-and you don't
have 10 go inside either place TO be
entertained. Just look through the
big plate glass windows and you'll
see the singers, comics, dancers, or
whatever's on the menu, perform.
ing on a platform above the middle
OF the giant bar.
Outside the windows, noses
pressed against the glass. eyes
looking in wonderment, envy or
amusement, are legless beggars,
tourists, victory girls" doughboys.
dance hall hostesses and French
sailors with their little red pom
pons bobbing as they laugh at this
strange sight in a fascinating town.
Perhaps you are a gourmet. Then
HE 10 a little restaurant on 55th
St, near Madison, called FL Bora.
cho. No music, no entertainment.
except the unearthly calls OF dus-
ky nina bird in a cage over the
oar-nothing but sensational food
II Is divided into two sections, the
regular restaurant and the Kiss
Room (papered with the lip prints