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Show NEW YORK NEWSREEL The theater at 23rd Street and 8th Avenue built by the fabulous Jim Fiske ... To display the talents of his adored one, Josie Mansfield . Her adjacent mansion was connected con-nected to the playhouse by an underground un-derground passage . . . "The Great White Way" nickname for Broadway coined-they say by O. J. Gude, the billboard advertising man . . . The Roxy Theatre's foyer which accommodates ac-commodates about 3,000 people . . . The swanky private park for Tudor City residents (42nd Street and East River), once the hideaway for the town's most desperate criminals . . . Historic Fraunces Tavern (where Gen. Washington used to imbibe and where he prepared his farewell address), ad-dress), now one of New York's better restaurants . . . Such is Fame: Tom Paine, the most eloquent voice of the Revolution, has a dusty tablet on a Grove St. house because he ! died there. Harlem's three square miles, In which nearly 500,000 people are packed like sardines . . . The church for mutes, where the pastor's sermon ser-mon is delivered with his fingers and where the choir "sings" with their i hands . . . The luxury of the Radio City Music Hall the lobby ceiling is made of gold leaf ... The Grand Central Deppo, where the number of people who pass through it in one year approximates the population of the nation ... The Sixth Avenue subway five stories down . . . The main building at New York Universitybuilt Univer-sitybuilt of stones cut by convicts at Sing Sing . . . MacDougal Alley In Greenwich Village a privately owned street lit by gas lamps . . . The residential belt (between 8th and 10th) from the 20s through to the 50s the rotting core of the town's shameful slums. The Greenwich Village delicatessen delicates-sen with a sensayuma. Its sign reads: "Our pickles are dill-icious" . . . The Chinese laundryman on 181st Street with the sassiest name of all: "Tip Want" . . . The elegant doorman of a midtown night club, who softly says to passersby: "Good evening. Seen our show lately?" . . . The high-toned Madison Avenue grocery gro-cery which features fancy dog food with "Sniff Appeal" . . . The closed employment agency because it couldn't get any help . . . The 55th Street eatery which burlesks restaurants restau-rants that name sandwiches after celebs. It names sandwiches after chorines who dine there . . . The coffee Joynt on Lexington In the 58s where the latest headline (in cinnamon cinna-mon print) comes with your rice pudding. Gay 90s Stuff: The beer truck, rumbling along 6th Avenue pulled by horses the drivers with long mustechios . . . The weary, worn-out worn-out women sign-carriers advertising advertis-ing the beauty they probably had ... The pet shop with the sign that doesn't mean what" it says: "Free French Poodles" . . . The pretty barmaids at the Waldorf . . . The tugboat chugging up the East River at, dawn with its anonymous cargo of unclaimed dead. On the way to burial in Potter's Field . . . The down and outers (many are counterfeits) whose beat is Broadway, Broad-way, where they become "famed" as characters. If they were down on the Bowery they'd be ignored . . . The haunting stillness of Fifth Avenue Ave-nue (or Broadway) on a Sunday morning. That husky guy who startles you in front of the swanky Pierre Hotel with a request for the price of a meal. With the want ads screaming scream-ing for men . . . The Lighthouse for The Blind (on 59th) where the pavement pave-ment in front has imbedded iron bars to guide the tapping canes . . . The bowling alleys in the midtown arena where you can't always get an alley to play in around 4 in the morning . . . The colyum's influence on an East 59th Street stationery store's sign: "Are you keeping up with your letterature?" . . . The nifty canteen for servicemen in Chinatown which has entertained American-born Japanese soldiers. The wisecracking panhandler who asks you to stake him to a nickel until he gets his checkbook outta hock . . . Midtown's gaudiest block 50th between Radio City and Broadway where nearly everything is a hawker's hole-in-the-wall . . . The powerful-appearing Soviet sailorsnever sail-orsnever before permitted to wear their uniforms on shore leave here until a few months ago . . . The charming cafe in the Museum of Modern Art garden . . . The melodrama melo-drama and misery in The Family Court on E. 57th St. if you think you have troubles. The understanding policemen who turn the other way when they come across embracing couples (usually servicemen and their dates) in dark-ened dark-ened doorways of midtown shops The 48th Street spaghetti place where the headwaiter is a midget . . The Western Union "boy" in the Radio City district a woman ol about 70. And she knows her war news, if you get her started The blind man ho peddles pencils on 34th Street. Wears a swallowtail coat to his ankles, knee pants and a straw skimmer. |