Show U new yorks black magic there Is a vibrant hush along side streets when midnight puts on its negligee the canyons are packed tight with silence extending as far as the ear can reach restless breezes hold id a whis whispered zee tete a tete as they hum around corners darkened windows are whitewashed with moonshine and the luminous buildings stand like frozen ghosts street lamps poke fingers ol of light through th the inky night stillness grips too the atmosphere in a lovers embrace the sinister sin lster beauty of ebony silence prowls the streets searching tor for the dreams ot of po poets ets central park spius spills its scenic trea treasure a ure in the dark daik fallen I 1 leaves eaves frolic with balmy winds m la dulling in their i trees idrees drip with greenery winding roads are disturbed only by the metallic gargle of passing cars I 1 sometimes its so quiet you can n hear the castanets cas tenets of 0 crickets spacious lawns are patches ol of natural beauty in the stone a and nd steel landscape zith the e surrounding skyline Is coated c jc with flashlights of patrol ing park police turn on and off like giant fireflies the main alain stem during the predawn hours settles down to a paralytic pace its bonfire ol of activity has been quenched and only tiny fl ickers of energy remain when the mazda display Is snuffed 0 out ut the streets shallow gayety gaiety vanishes like dreams the grandest canyon is Is cushioned with calm while it patiently waits for or the soundless crack of dawn there are always humans haunting f the town from midnight to sunrise many of of them ay are a rootless people withering and waiting for or zeros many are sinful and shameless most are the homeless and the lonely who have aund found life lie a continual war the serenity of 0 night seems to offer them a little peace its so quiet gulet you can hear bear the crisp rustle 0 of newspaper pages being tur turned curried ried or your cars motor purr night workers gaze through leaden lidded orbs arbs and swap empty stares A gust of 0 wind heralds the approach 0 of a bus or trolley as they wreck the wall I 1 ot of silence cleaners sweep the littered pavements the swish swish swish ol of brooms and hose providing an accompaniment tor for a symphony of 01 boredom harlem usually is brimming with excitement that sector never stops to catch its breath some of 01 its streets are as busy during the middle oi of the night as they are at noon though harlem is plagued by poverty there are more amusement tent spots here than in any other part ot of town troublemakers trouble makers pour from bars police cars snake in and out of the precinct where poverty stricken peo pie are bunched in a square mile night clobbers clubbers who swept into places like squirts of seltzer now exit with all the fizz taken out of them the doorman appears to be the only one whose face ace smudged with fatigue and there Is always the glum sight ot of a lady lush looking as though she had stepped out of a nightmare people trying to clutch a little merriment with noisy desperation throughout the night there are odd who are starring in their own tawdry sideshow unfortunates unfortunate s taking an inventory of garbage c cans a ns trying to find something that might be of value the soft chill of early morning is ignored by lovers as they wrap themselves in the warmth of their romance herek is paradise in action peace Is here and life is a waltz their personal fortress ol of blue skies and stars shuts out the grim headlines castles in the air are furnished with bright hopes whispers unfold the old but thrilling tale in a world where hate famine and violence are common disasters lovers engaged in a lingering goodnight in the quiet streets of a big city represent a miniature miracle when the city is drowsy with dawn the sky Is jubilant with vivid hues stars fade and the rouged gouged toes of sunrise start to pull themselves over the horizon this s is the serene ansta instant nt when light end and darkness wed the marriage marks the start of a priceless heritage the birth of a new day overheard at a washington gIon party we well 11 be at war within six man months the man who will deny that he said it was aUt alit gedly major general groves in charge of the jr ghys that not one allied war veteran Is helping make the peace at paris pails of those at the conference are over 60 prices may be going down in wall st but they keep going up on main st we asked lord beaverbrook Beaver brook Is there going to be another war he replied no gatior can lick the U S |