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Show A'eto York Picture Postcards: Crowds rnshing away from the Main Stem after curfew as if it were a pal who could no longer do any favors. ... An all-night beanery s electric eye peering into the early ayem darkness-showing that one part of the town has insomnia. A ballet of spring breezes dancing through the streets The parks trees sprouting tiny buds clenched like a baby's fist. . . . Tips of skyscrapers sky-scrapers providing exclamation points for the city's exciting scenic story. . . . Torch-carriers suffering from high-blonde pressure, attempting attempt-ing to kill a heartache with a hangover. hang-over. . . . The sign in a bar: "Time Tells on a Man Especially a Good Time." . . . The warm poetry of Broadway friendship which can turn into the cold prose of enmity overnight. over-night. An interesting and disheartening disheart-ening phenomenon. . . . Dawn coming com-ing out into the sky to put the stars to sleep. Among the town's little heroes: Civilian defense workers who are still carrying on their duties. . . . Gigantic fingers of silence gripping the city at dawn. So quiet you can hear the click of traffic lights as they switch colors. . . . The touching touch-ing goodbyes between soldiers and their loved ones at depots. "I'll write you every day, honey!" . . . Sabbath morning church-belloquence which seems to fit the silence rather than break it. ... A scoop of afternoon after-noon sun being served on a platter of whipped cream clouds. . . . Broadwayites clogging all-night cafeterias caf-eterias sipping coffee while nibbling nib-bling on a side-dish of conversation. . . . Rockefeller Center gal guides who are more arresting than any of the sights they point out. Regal Fifth Ave. shopwindows crowned with luxuries a fitting tribute for the Queen of Big Town streets. . . . The hams who are walking showcases for their own personalities. , . . Garments arrayed on 10th Ave. clothes lines swaying to the tune of breezes humming by. . . . The sky coated with glowing twilight, exhibiting a visual wink which brings out the smile in anybody's spirit. . . . The enameled self-assurance self-assurance of Main Stem movie ushers who have all the dignity dig-nity of generals. . . . Hushed conversations con-versations which cushion the velvety vel-vety atmosphere of the sumptuous sumptu-ous Music Hall lounge. ... A gay wind holding on tight to the dress of a chorine as it goes around her curves. Comely Travelers' Aid ladies who greet strangers with a bouquet of bright smiles. . , . The Hudson River Riv-er cob-webbed with streaks of moonlight moon-light a view that tattoos itself into your memory. . . . Sunrise tinting the sky with a Paradise of colors as the world hands people its most priceless gift: A new day. . . . The theater's best-dressed man: The ticket collector garbed in a tux. . . . A rustle of silk heralding the approach ap-proach of first-nighters coming down the aisle and leaving a trail of perfume. per-fume. . . . The Empire State Building Build-ing at noon cellophaned with sunshine. sun-shine. . . . Midtown canyons at dawn filled to the brim with hush. . . . The smell-binding aroma of roasting roast-ing coffee tickling nostrils as you ride over the Brooklyn Bridge. Mountains of clouds cruising over the city and making mammoth buildings insignificant. . . . Headlines Head-lines on newsstands gleaming with bright war news which lights up the dimout. ... The Flying Fortress whizzing over the Statue of Liberty and dipping its wings in a salute to the grand lady who carries a torch for Uncle Sam. Train announcers' voices yawning out their remarks as if they wished they were elsewhere. . . . Workers gulping a quick breakfast of oran-juice, oran-juice, coffee and doughnuts like bitter bit-ter medicine they didn't want to taste. . . . Broadwayites straining talk through their cigars as they stand on street corners tossing away precious minutes they can never hope to retrieve. . . . Movie stars rushing around town convoyed by a fleet of press agents. The slanty penmanship of rain scribbling its unruly signature on wmdow panes. . . . Darkened skyscrapers sky-scrapers putting shadows on stilts as they stand guard over the streets all through the night. A Cool, clear nights when you can even see baby stars staying out all night. . . . Agonized cries of foghorns fog-horns along the waterfront sandpapering sandpa-pering the hush of the night The lady garbed in a flowing white gown who strolls along Sixth Ave distributing religious pamphlets A decade ago she was a well-known actress. . . . Mobs rushing to stores (where ciggies are being sold) as if it were a gold rush Feminuis- ances chin deep in mink lolling m swanky eateries where they turn the private lives of friends inside out ... The hackrobatics of cabbies jeeping their way through traffic . . . Table-sitting orators in cafes trymg to breathe the life of an idea into a mouthful of dead words. |