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 The Traffic snarl in New York especially in midtown, on the west side of Broadway and Broadway itself, is certainly something to worry about. There's so much trouble up there that something has to be done to ameliorate it. We have been trying to get a hearing with the new Traffic Commissioner for a long time now, and maybe as this goes to press we may have succeeded. At least we have a promise that such a session will be arranged. The boys are hot under the collar about it, and we can't blame them. If it isn't fixed up soon there's going to be a lot of unnecessary losses up there and some of our major companies are going to be out of pocket of more than enough dough.
It's a hot July as we write this, and as usual it being midsummer, there's nothing much to report in the way of news. Of course there could be, if we made all -Grapevine rumors, as for instance we hear that there's a new linen supply company in New Jersey —with a laundry in some Jersey town named Hacketstown — and whatever they are doing they are causing quite a stir in New York. They also say that one battle doesn't make a victory in a war, and so there may be quite a war over this matter before its over. Some people tell us, that it won't be localized to New jersey either—but will be brought right into New York. Hymie Klausner of the w. k. Klausner family who has been threatened with serious eye trouble for years finally was sent to Johns Hopkins for treatment. Whatever that treatment was, Hyme tells us that he is very much improved, but he has to go back there again, for a final checkup. Of course Hymie will never be entirely cured. His myopia and astigmatism is so bad, that if he can be made to see just enough to get around freely and read a bit, its a miracle enough. Milt Kalins of Uneeda, was operated for something or other, within, that has had him terribly ill for a long, long time. He's convalescing at Mt. Sinai Hospital, so if any of you fellers want to send him a good cheer message I'm sure he'll appreciate it very much. Since we've been in 19 Hudson St., the best fun we've had is working with Mrs. Minnie Rogers of the Independent. She's a remarkable lady, that lady, in every way, and her cheerfulness, good will and cooperation in many ways have made life much more bearable for us, than ever before in the business world. The Independent is a small company, and an ancient and honorable one. Is been in existence since the '80's and Mrs. Rogers has worked hard there we can tell you; with an understandable pride in it. As she works hard—and it's only in the interims of the day, that she likes to reminisce. Maybe we'll find time to write a special story about her for one of the forthcoming issues of this paper. What a tale that will make. It will be one of the most interesting we have ever written, because so much of New York City and of the State too of those dear dead days of yore, goes into it. Since we have been in our new place, we have had quite a number of visitors, and all of them praised the new offices very much. Ray Maurice, Jack Berman, Al Russell, Al Wood, Dick Boffey, Marty Teitelbaum, and Ed. Farrell (Union) have all been in to say hello. We hope when we write our column next month, that we shall be able to report many other visitors. Open house boys for you and that means everybody in the trade, towel supply or linen supply. Happy to show you around—and by way of an extra, we'll let you meet Mrs. Rogers too. Bob Weiner was in to see us too. He's of the Criterion. Bob has mellowed over the years—experience did that—and he knows that everybody is not out to eat him up. He was in to see us about that traffic snarl. Lost, strayed or stolen—one Jimmie Graynor. We've tried to contact him, so many times, that we've lost count. How do you catch up with a guy like that, and where does he go? Not even his office at 26 Court Street seems to he able to tell you that. We have a tale to tell and its quite fantastic too, but the funny part of it is its true. On Saturday, July 15th, we found it necessary to come to our office. Now don't get us wrong; we didn't want to come in, we had to get off some credit letters, which we should have done on Friday night— and we wouldn't dare hold them over until Monday. So, as we say we came in. The elevator is shut down in our building on Saturdays. That means we had to "puff" five flights up, which we did without any casualties. But, we noticed when we came to our door, that the glass was shattered. At first we shrugged that off, thinking that someone perhaps had moved a heavy case and thus broken it accidentally. Were we ever wrong! We were typing away merrily for about fifteen minutes, when lo and behold, in walked two of New York's finest, one behind.; the other, the one in front (a Sergeant we learned later) pointing a gun barrel at our innocent head. Now we "ain't" no hero, but innocent people (10 not have to be afraid of pointed guns — and we weren't. In fact we laughed—and said "Oh, oh, guess we had visitors last night" and then the reason for that shattered glass in our door flashed through our slow moving mind. So after the Sergeant was convinced that this man was not a denizen of the underworld, and put his pointing rod back in its holster, we went on an inspection tour. Whatever the boys were after—we don't know. They didn't take a thing in our office, or in the office of the Independent. But, as we remarked to someone — if anyone of them ever found anything of value in our office, we'd go fifty-fifty with them. We never have much cash there; hardly any — sometimes there are holdover checks—but what can burglars do with checks; and as for the rest, they could not hock anything we have for more than a dollar or so. Hey, we have a little penny bank, and at this time it hasn't got more than a dollar in it—but they even forgot to take that. Well sir, beginning now,' we vow we are NOT coming in on Saturdays any more. If anybody wants a job done before that time, well we'll stay until 5 P.M. on Friday hereafter. We have always been, like Caesar's wife, BEYOND SUSPICION and we always will be—and while it may have been fun once, we don't particularly like the idea of have the experience of looking down the barrell of a gun— because the next time, the cop may not be as careful as the 'Sergeant was—and shoot first and ask questions afterward. We had a nice visit from Jack Ernst, a few weeks ago. He told us that his mother, Harry's widow, was vacationing at the Greenbrier Inn, White Sulphur Springs, W. Va. Jack liked our new office very much. Like his dad, he took us to the Downtown Athletic Club for lunch. After a long, long time of watching and waiting, we finally got that appointment with Traffic Commissioner Reid, and our Delegation comprised of Earl Holomew of Union; James L. Cunningham, of Peerless and Robert Weiner of Criterion spent a long time with him, discussing that disagreeable problem in mid-town. Not much could be done for us, but it seems that he pointed the way. to a possible solution. The Commissioner is a fine gentleman and an able one. Is this news? We received a special wire from Jonas Mayer, in Los Angeles, stating that PARAMOUNT PICTURES WAS INTERESTED IN YORXVILLE YANKEE — and requesting us to send a copy to one of the BIGGIES at PARAMOUNT. Joe said he would try to close the DEAL upon his return on August 5th from Honolulu. Don't 'jump to conclusions friends, it ain't on the dotted line yet, BUT, the very fact that PARAMOUNT was interested made us tingle all over, even if' nothing happens. Yes and by the way—the German 1 a n g u a g e newspaper Staats Zeitung reviewed our book—and their criticism was most friendly — in fact we felt happy about it, because it was generally good. In the meantime we have been receiving orders steadily, several of them from bookstores and libraries. The Staats-Zeitung Review (June 3rd) elicited severa1 inquiries from the Yorkville section of New York and some resulted in. orders too. Well here's a couple from the "Now it can be told Department," Several years ago Willie Ruther bought out the old Phoenix Towel Supply Co.. but recently he sold it with a few more accounts roughly about $1,000 in towel business (monthly) to the Empire Towel Supply Co. Also, the Hamilton Towel Suppy Co., of Brooklyn, was sold to the Peerless Towel, Supply Co., of Brooklyn. This totaled about $575 per month. Al Russell, general sales department head of the Peerless Towel Supply Company has gone on his vacation, and will forget his troubles for two blessed weeks, way up the State somewhere. Maybe when this goes to press we shall have gone on our vacation too. We won't take much time, maybe a week or so—but we are going to get out of town. Not to Tupper Lake this year though and not to any resort of any kind. We shall probably wind up with some dear friends in WilkesBarre, Pa., if and when we can get our good spouse to leave our puppy Buddy for .that long. To tell the truth we are a bit stultified right now; 'dry, arid, mentally somewhat despairing and blue; not because of business but because of general world conditions. At this time we just can't see a happy ending ahead and it makes us very misanthropic; so maybe new scenes a couple of ball games, and being surrounded by some dear friends might work a miracle on us. We need it believe you us. |