Word: 42nd
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Last week motion and sound definitely entered the displays of Fifth Avenue stores below 42nd Street. At Altman's big toys revolved in the windows. In each window at Franklin Simon's a cute white angel stood at a cute white organ under changing colored lights while organ music breathed from lofty loudspeakers. Lord & Taylor had windows full of its famed big, swinging golden bells with chime accompaniment, the same as last Christmas-the first "repeat" in recent Fifth Avenue history...
TAPPIN' THE COMMODORE TILL (Bud Freeman; Commodore Music Shop. 144 E. 42nd St., Manhattan). Some extraordinary if derivative (from Beiderbecke) trumpet playing by Bobby Hackett distinguishes this record...
Artists had been speaking to the board for 40 years. In the late 1890s, when John Carrere and Thomas Hastings designed the big building at the corner of 42nd St. and Fifth Ave. in Manhattan, they had ambitious plans for the upstairs panels. They thought of John Singer Sargent, whose gaudy Triumph of Religion in the Boston Public Library they admired. They thought of James Abbott McNeill Whistler. Whistler died in 1903. The library, privately endowed (only the building is public property), was too poor to pay Sargent's price, too proud to give the job to anyone...
...Sunday department, assistant Sunday editor, Sunday editor, women's editor of Liberty when it was owned by the McCormick-Patterson interests. She and Publisher Patterson are old, old friends. Three of her four broth ers fought through the World War in the 149th Field Artillery of the 42nd (Rain bow) Division, in which her husband was a captain. By his first wife, Mrs. Alice Higinbotham Patterson, who divorced him five weeks ago, Bridegroom Patterson has four children: Elinor, Alicia, Josephine, James...
...spring of 1912 an English-born stripling named Alfred E. Lyon took a train from Canada to Manhattan to look for a job. Getting off at Grand Central Station with no knowledge of the city, no specific job in mind, he turned right on 42nd Street, presently reached Sixth Avenue. There he saw a handsome store with a large display of Melachrino cigarets in the window. He asked the clerk inside about Melachrino. "Sure," said the clerk, "that's a swell company. It's run by Mac McKitterick and Rube Ellis.'' A. E. Lyon went...