The Waterbury Democrat., 1946-01-22
PORTRAIT or A CITY

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 New York at dawn s Q sea of silence with only the throb of a passing car rippling the placid hush
 Vivid hues powder the sly,s tAce Stone and stel sentinels stand guard over the quiet streets A foghorn occasionally plucks its bass strings along the water front The sun pokes It's rosy brow over the horizon, and alarm clocks cry lilce famished infants Workers struggle out of bed and prepare their morning trans alleion of coffee ., Busy fingers of sunlight brush the darkness out eg rooms Weary charwomen head for home lugging their bodies @ though they were heavy trunks.
 By eight ayem humanity has wrested the city from its cradle of silence The city's transporta- ton network is choked with humans Crowded subways roar into sta- sions dragging a serpent of trains behind them Buses roll along mechanical dowagers ... Trolleys ~Imble from corner to corner, swal- lowing a batch of humans at each stop. This is the overture for the towns swift tempo.
 While the clock nibbies at eter- nity the massive business structure of the metropolis begins to breathe
 Typewriters go into their .r metallic jig Machines start their raucous rhythm Office buildings bulge with activity -. .. Executives squat in plush offices matching business deals Ambi- tions, heartaches, sweat and brains all play @ part in the daily struggle.
 As time tick-tocks toward noon most people are too busy to watch the sun carrying a torch for the sky Bargain basement fullbacks plunge into action in department stores Mink-coated females sweep into uppity beauty salons the battlefield of their war against age. Time Marches off . School children sit in class rooms and quietly absorb knowledge .. Housewives accomplish their daily tasks-the routine is like a we'll worn habit. If you listen closely, you can pick up the steady moan of vacuum cleaners.
 The lunch-hour pell-melody .. A human avalanche pourS out Of of- flee skyscrapers, floods the sidewalks and overtlows into the gutter Batteries are blazing with excite xnent The sharp chatter of dishes mingles with the babble of conversation Pert secretaries polka-dot their words with dimples as they discuss current romances: .. Mattresses move through the hulla- baloo balancing empty expressions on their frozen smiles Sand wiches are devoured-via gtllpS Office coolies tell each other what they told the boss!' .. Some peo- ule shovel food into their mouths with one paw while clutching newspaper with the other Strangers sit at the same table and make an art of ignoring each other
 By mid-afternoon the Broadway colyumist awakens after few hours of restless slumber Youngsters bubble out of schools <. Work CTS gaze at their watches and won- der why time seems to dawdle. Tine Main Stem patiently waits to slip into it's shimmering neon neg lgee Showfolks make the rounds of producers offices search ing for the reality of their dreams
 Wall Street tickers provide the beat for the nations financial heart
 The Stock Echange is seeth- ing with action as it reaches its closing hour.
 Twilight ignites the heavens with its vari-colored beauties. A magical glow casts it's spell over the city Commuters rush to catch theil trains. Subwayites are pushed around like people while battling through the rush hour jungle Lights flip on its various skyscrap- CTS, and a graph of mazdas out lines against the sky Broadway gets on its mark, ready for the nightly sprint Chorines' high heels tattoo the sidewalks en route to their jobs.
 When seven-tairty makes its ap- pearance the Main Stem is giving Q Rlow-by-glow description of itseii
 Families in residential sections are having their dinner and set ting down to enjoy the soft music of life The cast of new show attempt to tame their jittery nerves In a few hours they could zoon into Paradise of fame and fortune or stumble in the maze of oblivion There aren't many shows that car match the thrill of this real-lifG drama Two hours later a cav airy of noise tramples Bright Light Valley. But most Of the burg's busi. ness areas offer 6 playground fol echoes Moonlight polishes win dows of darkened offices. A tomb like quiet seals the streets wher industries hummed just a few hours