Show WHEN MASEFIELD FIRST SANG author of many songs as a youngster olten often lulled his bose BOBS bab baby to sleep in the hidden recesses of paradise alley you may see a service flag with one star rut but how are you to see paradise alley it Is in greenwich village the entrance Is through a hole in the wall in sixth avenue between jefter jeffer son market jail and eleventh street recalls a writer in the new york mall in paradise alley there Is a row ot of quaint dwellings that seem to slant in outrageous fashion in filet fact everything in paradise alley Is strange to the point of il but once within the alley you forget the world and its bustle you are in a land far away around the corner corne r from paradise alley Is place if memory does doea not serve III it was in this queer back water spot that john at ate and slept and rocked the cradle of a man child in the days when he tended bar in new york tork town A queer la lad I 1 was john mansefield manse field A thousand songs struggled for birth in his brain the world knows many of these songs today for he ranks in t tho h e second flight of living poets but when john d tended bar in greenwich village and ate and slept at the boss home in place the only part of the public that got the benefit of his poems was v as the boss bosa baby for masefield while he be waited for the boss wife to cook a meal or set the table had to rock tho the cradle and sing to keep the child from raising the root roof with his walls wails the babe never cried when john masefield sang it Is the testimony of that good wife of the boss that she never could make head or tall out of the songs the queer youth sang the they y neither had rhyme nor reason nor things that songs should have they were like chants she says but the baby seemed to make them out even if his mother could not N never L ever a wall came from him while john masefield sang |