Lights of NewYork By L. L. STEVENSON Close Cal: At Forty-third streel and Eighth avenue, a young man sat in a second-story window watching watch-ing the streams of vehicles and pedestrians. Suddenly he fell from his perch and struck on the cement sidewalk. A crowd collected immediately im-mediately of course and there was confusion until two policemen, who seemed to spring up from nowhere, took charge. Then an ambulance gonged up and a brisk, white-coated interne hopped out. The doctor made a quick, but thorough examination examina-tion of the one who had taken the tumble and who by that time was sitting up. The only injury found was a minor cut over one eye. So the doctor took some stitches, taped on a bandage, hopped into the ambulance ambu-lance and was whisked away. The cause of the excitement went back upstairs and as he did so, he was followed by assertions of bystanders that he surely must be made of rubber. Industry: A writing man who early this year bought a large farm in Connecticut, came to town the other night to see "Anne of England." In the theater lobby between acts he was surrounded by a group of friends, most of whom had dreams of some day becoming farm owners. Quite naturally his rural holdings were the subject of discussion, and there were assertions that, in addition addi-tion to doing farm work, he must have been quite busy turning out words to support his acres. The reply was that he had spent the entire summer writing, yet the farm had returned a net profit of $125. There were numerous expressions of disbelief since even city dwellers know that farms mean toil, especially espe-cially if there is a cash return. But a simple explanation silenced the scoffers. The writer had derived his revenue by renting the pasture to the owner of a herd of cows. Open Space: Speaking of a pasture, pas-ture, brings Battery park to mind. Before the Brooklyn tunnel operations opera-tions were started, the park was a smoothly clipped, wide expanse of lawn. But when the digging began, be-gan, the park department gave up cutting the grass with the result that by the time fall finally came, the park looked much like a hay field. Derelicts found the long, tangled tan-gled grass a boon since, with nothing noth-ing to hinder them, they had merely to stretch out and snooze away sunny sun-ny hours. Young lovers also used the long grass as a hand-holding place, there being a certain amount of concealment while the romance of the situation was increased by looking out to sea. Taxes: The government increase in the liquor levy has brought additional addi-tional business to New York glass-1 ware dealers. Not only did most dispensers hoist the price a nickel or more a drink, but they also decreased de-creased the size of the shot, those who in the past served an ounce and a half cutting down to an ounce and a quarter while those who served an ounce and a quarter dropped to an ounce. That, of course, made it necessary to purchase pur-chase new supplies of glasses. Incidentally, In-cidentally, the tax increase is . 25 cents a quart or 20 cents a fifth. So while the drinker gets less, the dealer gets more. And that caused a candid tavern keeper to remark that there was more money in selling sell-ing taxes than in selling wet merchandise. mer-chandise. , Absent-minded: That New Yorkers York-ers are indeed forgetful was shown by the recent auction of articles that had been found in Interborough subway trains and had remained unclaimed. un-claimed. Among them were 25 sets of false teeth which went to a bidder for $11, though what use he would make of them was not disclosed. dis-closed. There were 5,000 umbrellas, enough books for a branch library, keys, 335 suit cases, 150 bags, four footballs, several mirrors (one quite large), guitars and other musical instruments as well as bird cages and crutches. The explanation for the crutches was that supposedly crippled beggars shed them hastily when a cop came along. ... They Say: Richard Kollmar points out that some gals use a pill to get rid of a headache, but smart ones use a headache to get rid of a pill ... Hi Brown declares the marriage mar-riage altar is nothing more than a term invented by an Englishman who dropped his "h's." . End Piece: The acme of something some-thing or other is the story of the son of rich parents who had inherited inherit-ed none of his parents' brains and who had been brought up on the theory that anything worth while costs money. So when he went to the information booth in Grand Central Cen-tral Terminal to get a timetable, he asked how much it was.