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Show Lights of New York by L L. STEVENSON Bamblings and Ruminations: A robot bomb in Times Square but merely an exhibit rather than a missile mis-sile of death. ... A very young blond sailor and a very young brown-eyed girl walking up Broadway Broad-way with their arms about one another an-other and their expressions that of two persons who have just passed through the gates of heaven. . . . Long lines of squealing bobby-socks wearers waiting to get into the Para-' Para-' mount to see and listen to, as well as swoon over, a skinny crooner known as "The Voice." . . . Bet the cops will be glad when his engagement en-gagement there ends and he goes back to Hollywood. ... A young man in a hunting outfit, complete even to boots, but Instead of carrying car-rying a gun, he's carrying a cane. . . . Would like to ask him what it's all about but sometimes it doesn't pay to be too inquisitive. ... A couple of grimy little shoe shine boys in a hot argument over the coming Presidential election. The little old lady on the Fifth avemn No. 4 bus who totes in her handSag an alarm clock with a 6:30 a. re sounding that startles fellow passengers. . . . The Riverside Drive pamde that starts about 8 a. m. workers who sit at their Jobs all day and who want a little exercise and fresh air. . . . The muted chimes of Riverside church which always seem to sound as if they were far away. . . . Street cleaners still busily gathering up dead leaves. . . . Sleepy-looking doormen standing at the portals of apartment houses. . . . Well-filled garbage cans and ashcans lined up in front of big buildings waiting for the arrival of collectors. . . . Grim war craft steaming up the Hudson and finally coming to anchor. ... A tall, well dressed man reading a newspaper as he strides along briskly and avoiding other pedestrians without raising his eyes from the page. At Broadway and 45th street, two statuesque blondes in a hot argument with a distressed-looking gentleman standing uneasily in the background. . . . My guess is that he Is the topic under discussion. ... A pitchman, setting up his tripod and opening his little grip only to close it and go on his way before he even starts his spiel a confederate has tipped him that a cop is approaching. . . . A seedy talent agent, whose office is a pay telephone booth, informing a friend that he's just signed an act that's so sensational he'll soon open a suite of offices . . . and the friend moving on with haste because he suspects that ground is being broken for a heavy touch. . . . Grape fruit, and not canteloupes, now in the windows of restaurants. . . . Thought: Wish someone would bring out a necktie in a shade that matches soup. A tall thin cowboy, a gaudy yellow yel-low handkerchief about his neck, looking thoughtfully into a restaurant restau-rant window. . . . Probably he's been left behind by the Rodeo and is shy on eatin' money. . . . Eight very attractively attired and very easy to look at girls entering the stage door of the Shubert, where they will don hoopskirts for the "Bloomer Girl" matinee. ... A dirty-faced little tad diligently picking pick-ing up match book covers in Shubert Shu-bert alley. . . . Two lithe young servicemen springing to the assistance assist-ance of a gray-haired woman who tripped and who would have fallen heavily had it not been for their agility . . . and how embarrassed the lads become when she tries to thank them! ! . . . A black-clad man passing out tracts and carefully picking up those recipients throw on the sidewalk. A greeting and a wave of the hand from Gene Buck, whom I haven't seen in some time, as he crosses Broadway at 46th street. . . . British Brit-ish merchant marine officers making heavy purchases in a candy store. . . . Two Free French sailors with their gay red pompons, chatting with two pretty girls in their own language and getting decidedly lame replies in same. ... A pleasant, pleas-ant, but too short chat with Miss Dorothy Anderson of Springfield, Ohio. . . . The next time, I buy a railroad ticket there, I hope she sells it to me. . . . Lines in the lobbies lob-bies of every inn I pass. . . . The hotel situation in New York now is said to be even worse than that in Washington. . . . One manager declares de-clares that he would put rubber walls in all his rooms if he could get the rubber. Bob Hawk opines that on Broadway, Broad-way, or anywhere else for that matter, mat-ter, it's hard for a girl to be a hot number without a good figure. . . . Joseph Curtin, of "Mr. and Mrs. North," says it's hard to keep a wife supplied with clothes but harder to keep her if she isn't supplied. Bell Syndicate. WNU Features. |