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Show i By L. L. STEVENSON ' Meanderings and Meditations: Ac ! ancient with a fluff of silky whit i hair hiding his ears and shirt collai j and whose face resembles that of ; saint, sitting on a bench over the ; subway grating at Eighty-sixth anc ; Broadway and poring over a hug i Bible spread open on his knees. . . A well-dressed middle-aged mac , catching his toe in a sidewalk de ; feet, falling forward and his heac ; striking the sidewalk. Getting up, he announces to the one and only inter ested passerby that he is not hurl though blood is streaming from hii forehead. But he does seem concerned con-cerned because his fall has forced one knee through the leg of his trousers. ... A flower peddler in forming a fussy woman purchase! that dry weather and heat have sc Increased the cost of his wares thai he's forced to charge 35 cents instead in-stead of a quarter a bunch foi ' posies. . . . But she goes on hei way without making a purchase. ... A flock of young girls holding some sort of a conference at Broadway Broad-way and Fiftieth street, their bis floppy hats making them look like old-fashioned pictures of milkmaids. milk-maids. But if one of those milkmaids milk-maids had worn make-up whal would have happened to her reputa' tion would have been too terrible to contemplate. . . . Big goldfish swimming swim-ming lazily in a tank in the window of a seafood restaurant. ... A sailoi with an overall length of about si feet and with plenty of beam, walking' walk-ing' along with his arm around a girl so small she seems like a dolj but who nevertheless gazes up a) him with eyes full of love. At Forty-sixth Forty-sixth street, he meets a shipmate and proudly introduces "the kid sister." ... A writer for pulp paper magazines whose specialty is yarns of the wide open spaces of the far West, standing at Forty-second and Broadway as if picking up inspiration inspira-tion for stories of the clatter ol hoofs from the rattle and bang of traffic. . A big truck loaded heavily with bunches of bright green bananas making a traffic stop at Thirty-eighth Thirty-eighth street. And into my mind popping pop-ping that inane old song, "Yes, We Have No Bananas," which was true in these parts for quite some time. . . . Women clustered about the window win-dow of a store in which is the sign, "Going out of business All hats $1.95." And there isn't any "and up" after the $1.95 either. . . . An ice truck blocking Forty-second street with Irate taxi drivers blowing blow-ing their horns furiously. Isn't there ome kind of a law against such noise? . . . That big store on Sixth avenue In which the most fascinating fascinat-ing gadgets are sold. Being a gadget fancier, I don't dare go in there because be-cause I'd surely come out broke, and my purchases wouldn't help my home standing either, our apartment already being too well gadgeted. ... A big artists' supplies store where neither the customers nor the clerks ever seem to be in a hurry. . . . Hotel sign: "Rooms for servicemen 65 cents a night." Seems like the last time I saw that, it read 60 cents. ... A leather goods store with various articles of merchandise in the window bearing big price tags on which, in very small letters, is printed, "plus 20 per cent government govern-ment tax." . . . Strains of music coming from a third floor hall, where various acts go to do their rehearsing rehears-ing before exhibiting their talents or lack of them to the public. . . . A marine, with plenty of service on his chest, inspecting a display of wicked looking knives in the window win-dow of one of those army and navy stores. And announcing with a shake of his head, "One of them wouldn't last two minutes in real action." ... A big white steamer churning the Hudson into foam as it makes its way swiftly downstream . . . and that reminds me that I should thank my old friend, Ollie Dustin, for sending me a copy of "The Lake Erie Breeze." Liked the article by Capt. Frank E. Hamilton titled, "Confederate Spies Seize Great Lakes Vessel," a bit of Civil war history I'd forgotten completely. . . . My thanks also to Miss Seroun Araxie Mesrobian, Detroit, for her gift of tasty cookies and chocolate choco-late candy of a make I like best of alL . . . Back to Riverside drive: A pretty little nurse girl looking admiringly ad-miringly at a white-clad petty officer offi-cer whose attention, alas, is firmly firm-ly held by a chic blonde. Bell Syndicate. WNU Feature. |
