Judge — February 1934 — page 11: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

AR Aunt Florissinda: Getting your letter asking me where an unattached young girl of 44 with a little money and a com- fortable chassis could take her aging mother for a pleasure flyer to New York, I immediately set to work soaking up the desired information. Knowing that you girls like to look at things thru glasses I got out my holler legs and my bicycle and I toured the entire circumference of pleasure on this Island of Manhattan Cocktails. accordingly, charted every damp (no swearing pliz) spot in town right down to the sort of floor you land on under the table. Incidentally, I will make no mention of the outlay I made on this sacred mission and I cer- tainly want to deny that I did this work with an eye on being mentioned in somebody's will. Most certainly not! As for the hangover I accumulated it ought to disappear by July 4th but what of it! All people who do great things for humanity must suffer. Anyway here is the information. I give it with the suggestion that if a girl looks around a little bit she ought have no difficulty getting herself into trouble. I have First, | want to warn you that things in New York are no longer what they were when Uncle Murgatroy: went to college. There is very little drinking from slippers so don’t bother having a few extra in your handbag. You won't need them. As for kicking off high hats, they don’t do it any more. Who dares wear a silk hat with all these blue eagles flying about! Drinking has become more conservative (possibly a little stunned) but there is more restraint, less whoopee and probably fewer headaches. 'Cidently, the swing of hotcha has gone over to the hotels completely. They are the hottest spots in town—much to the chagrin of all the income tax evading Tonyses of pre-repeal days Having dished you this sterling sermon let’s get on with the lesson. All right. Let’s say you and grandmaw N_ re FCA, slip out of bed about 11. You dash around in your peignoirs for a minute or two, pop into your streeties and drop downstairs for a builder-uppe Naturally you are staying at the St. Regis possibly for the reason that it makes it easy to get down to its Palm Room Cafe—all laundry chutes lead to it. In its cheerful, quiet atmosphere you order up a quickie—a sherry flip. While you are working on this, your scrambled eggs and coffee ought to arri nd in no time you will be feeling like someone again. You'll like the St. Regis mornings, there is a complete sunniness about it and nothing in the wall decorations to jar the jangled nerves. After drinking breakfast I would suggest a matinee if there is one. Or you might do the sights. I warn you that the Museum of Art and the Ameri Museum of Nat- ural History have no bars installed so it’s up to you. Any- way, the idea is I don’t want you on my hands during the afternoon, Do those mystertous things lady visitors always do in New York afternoons. But I do want you to be around at 4:30 to break a bottle launching the cocktail hour. You'll launch well at Longchamps and find that the cocktails there are the largest and about the best in tow From there we'll take in the Weylin. This is an old-fashioned place veddy quiet and veddy small and veddy cherce. There is a Union League tone to this leathery smelling place so be careful you don’t doze in it. The Scotch is marvelous and expensive, I don't know, you may not like the (Page 24, please) comicbooks.com