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I IVEW YORK LETTER
By LUCIE INGRAM
Traffic in New York has never been mother's Httle joy and now it has developed into a real problem child. With gas back to its old status everything on wheels is out and about. A four-block ride may take anywhere from ten minutes to half an hour depending on the breaks or whose fenders one scrapes. Language used in traffic jams definitely is not constructed
for frail ears . . . and refSHOCKS erences about one's social FOR EMIOstanding don't come under
the heading of brotherly love.
It is best not to try to compete with these postgraduate mud slingers . . . you're likely to be down for the count before you can remember your favorite back alley retort. Also you can't talk through your nose. So, be patient, give yourself plenty of time to make that date and wear a hat that will stay on if your hair suddenly curls. There is a little improvement in the courtesy of taxi drivers and waiters but there is a long way to go before they get Mrs. Post's okay.
The hotel situation is worse than ever. Everyone expected that the end of the war would bring relief to the harassed hotel managers but this is not so. The crowds don't seem to be particularly the result of anything. Just crowds. Outgoing luggage is immediately replaced by incoming luggage just as it has been for the past two years. This is just the same old warning . . . have a verified reservation in advance. It's no fun spending the day in a pay telephone booth trying to find a little nook for the night.
Under the clock at the Biltmore is still the favorite meeting place of college and boarding school students although the Waldorf is beginning to run it a close second. "Messing around" seems to be the most fitting expression to describe these young hopefuls. They meet any' where within an hour or two of the time previously planned and seem to have not the slightest concern about any direct course of action, the time of day or what
to do with it. Their favorite dancing spot is LaRue's, their favorite shows Bloomer Girl, Harvey and 0\lahoma and their favorite eating places vary from a corner drug store to Hamburger Heaven to Gallagher's Steak House on West Fiftysecond. Their vagueness and indefinite plans which change completely by the minute are far beyond the comprehension of adults; but they have a wonderful time and are very well behaved. Just as in the old home town they usually move about in gang fashion and mothers of daughters who live in New York have that old, familiar condition of the drawing room . . . empty coke bottles, spilled peanuts, scratched victrola records and general litter. It all seems to be a part of growing up.
The Twenty-One Club on West Fiftysecond, one of Kansas City visitors' pre