Word: 42nd
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Noontime and bankers knew that the public was taking cash out of New York banks, savings banks in particular. A savings bank in Newark had already been besieged. Now in 42nd Street opposite Grand Central Station a crowd gathered in the magnificent Byzantine banking hall of the Bowery Savings Bank, largest private savings bank in the world, one of the oldest mutual savings banks in the U. S., famed for its conservatism and strength. Good natured but eager, bootblacks. Jewish matrons, silk-stockinged stenographers and shawled immigrants carried off cash from the paying windows. Three o'clock...
...Isham Memorial Organ is the gift of Ralph Isham '89, of Santa Barbara, California, in memory of his son, A. K. Isham '15, who served in the world war as a captain of Field Artillery in the 42nd Division...
...given by Ralph Isham '89, in memory of his son, A. K. Isham '15, who served in the World War as captain of the field artillery in the 42nd division. The instrument represents a return to traditional English and Continental design in that it is voiced as an ensemble rather than as an aggregation of solo effects. At one time the organ degenerated into a theatre instrument, but the Isham instrument is, to date, one of the most thorough-going attempts to treat the organ as an independent musical medium...
Habitual patrons of Maestro Heckler's West 42nd Street establishment well knew the star performer who jumped through hoops, pushed a toy train, danced, juggled, kicked a ball and ended every performance by waving the flag of the Irish Free State in the manner of George Michael Cohan waving the U. S. flag. He was a bright red flea with black, roguish eyes, much larger than most male fleas. Few of his admirers knew that Paddy was not an Irish flea: he was found on a German sailor in Hoboken. Last week Dr. Heckler exhibited his fleas in Carbondale...
NOBODY STARVES-Catharine Brody- Longmans, Green ($2).* No proletarian, no Communist, nobody has yet written a first-class proletarian novel. Nearest so far is John Dos Passos' The 42nd Parallel. Nobody Starves starts out as though it might ring a new bull's-eye but it turns out to be just another ricochet. Though proletarian authors and capitalist critics would never agree on what makes a good novel, even a proletarian would want a novel to be more than a case history. Nobody Starves is a painstaking, truthful-sounding case history...