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Show HIM m III KM m About AVit York: Wall Street begins with a graveyard, grave-yard, ends in a river and once was a sheep pasture . . . Make your own wisecrack . . . One of the best food spots is the Telephone Company's cafeteria on West Street For the convenience of phone workers, but common folks like the rest of us are admitted . . For a whiff of British Brit-ish atmosphere take a walk along Thames Street. It is where ye olde chop houses and taverns are located, locat-ed, as well as architecture patterned after London's side streets. (And don't forget to bring your monocle, Mr. Jessel) . . . The green door at the top of the left-hand stairway on the mezzanine in Madison Square Garden leads to the most exclusive club in town for the Garden's owners, own-ers, stockholders and friends . . . It also has a library, a taproom and a cocktail lounge . . . The large pew in St. Paul's Church on lower Broadway has the coat of arms of the U. S., because it once was occupied occu-pied by General Washington and his family. But you may. sit in it. Our town doesn't produce one thing to feed, clothe or warm us. Everything we use is shipped in . . . You can get the best view of the majestic steel poetry of the G. Washington Wash-ington Bridge from the Cloisters at Fort Tryon along the Drive. Leaves you breathless. (You must see it, Cong. Hoffman) . . . Pitman's, a pub on South Street, contains all the lusty flavor that you see in Western movies ... A New Yorker need not travel far to find natural wonders. He may enjoy them by simply walking walk-ing along the Hudson more beautiful, beau-tiful, we are told, than the Rhine or Danube . . . The clientele at the Hotel Taft is so cosmopolitan, many of the maids and clerks there are required to speak several languages . . . The false walls to be found in Chinatown cellars were erected tc mark dividing lines between different differ-ent Tongs. For some unknown reason, women wom-en are admitted to the men's bar at the Plaza only after the Stock Exchange Ex-change closes . . . Those caves in. Central Park were once homes of Indians . . . Some of the most valuable valu-able property in town is in Harlem, where poverty is king ... J. P. Morgan buys his coffee on Maiden. Lane, with his ration card, of course ... He prefers the green bean and roasts it himself . . . The Bowery Jewel Market (near Canal and Hester) Hes-ter) resells gems containing loving inscriptions. Mementoes of dead romances ro-mances . . . The Siamese Consulate Consu-late has the softest snap. Never has to take care of more than a half dozen Siamese nationals . . . The Hapsburg Restaurant on 55th Street, until recently, featured a hat-check girl who gave you a dime with your hat . . . It's an interesting city, Our Town . . . Which out-of-towners allege al-lege is a nice place to visit, but not to live in . . . But more people live in New York City than anywhere any-where in the world. It happened during the recent FBI raid on Tough Touhy and Basil Banghart in Chicago . . . John Edgar Ed-gar Hoover, leading the raid in the pitch black night, gun in hand, accidentally acci-dentally stepped on a sleeping cat . . . The G-Man's surprise you can well imagine was as startling as the pussy's! But what we started out to report was a comment of Banghart, who aid: "Mr. Hoover, please send me to Alcatraz. I hate where I was!" . . . Mr. Hoover asked: "What's wrong with it? It has a nice, big, stone wall, to keep out the riff-raff!"' ... To which Banghart whined: "I don't like it there. Too many thieves. They are the worst card-cheats card-cheats of all!" You've probably read It before-That's before-That's how we got it. But it belongs here, we think. It's too good for the opposition, anyhow. It's the one about the cook on a destroyer, who was sooooo seasick. The Captain, on the bridge, was cold and hungry. He sent a Lt. below be-low to bring back a couple of ham-and-egg sandwiches . . . The officer of-ficer found the cook prostrate across a table ... "A couple of ham-and-egg sandwiches for the Captain, pronto!" he barked. "Ohhhhh!" groaned the agonized cook. "I'm sooooo sick. I just couldn't look at food. Please go awaaaaaaaay!" "Don't you know what will happen if you don't?" asked the Lt. "What can happen what can happen?" hap-pen?" groaned the cook. "The Captain will come down here and shoot you!" "Ohhhhh," was the retort, "I WISH HE WOULD!" The reason the National Press Club again did not hold its annual dinner for FDR was that the Secret Service nixed it. Tradition demands it be held in that building . . . Several Sev-eral newspapers are offering fancy salaries to scribes over 38, but require re-quire signing of a waiver to all job rights 60 days after the Armistice . OPA men are visiting swank spots to inspect food stocks and "hoarding, if any" . . . Averell Harriman may inherit Winnnt's London post if Winant enters the Cabinet. |