When fireworks were still allowed on the streets of New York City, Firecracker Lane was the place to go for all your pyrotechnic needs.

By 1931, however, fireworks had been banned across the greater New York City area, so customers visiting Firecracker Lane — a short row of sellers on Park Place between Broadway and Church Street — had to find a friendly burg beyond the metropolis to shoot off their Independence Day arsenals.
Before the city clamped down on the fun, Firecracker Lane did a bustling trade, and fireworks were even manufactured at sites around the metro area. But after a number of explosions and fires, the city closed down the fireworks factories, and by 1931 Fireworks Lane itself was on its last leg. “The Talk of the Town” visited what remained, and reminisced about the glory days.




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Not Mum on Mumford
In the previous post we were introduced to critic Lewis Mumford, who excoriated plans for the new Radio City, now known as Rockefeller Center. In his “Notes and Comment,” E.B. White added his own two cents:

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New Yorkers who wanted to get away from the steamy streets of Manhattan (almost no one had air conditioning in 1931) could catch the cooling breezes of the Atlantic on any number of cruise lines that plied the Eastern Seaboard and Canadian Maritimes during the summer…here the French Line offered a six-day “Triangle Cruise”…
…while Cunard offered a similar excursion (employing the cartooning skills of H.O. Hofman) that allowed passengers to “do the ocean” in just four days…
…to earn the ever-shrinking travel dollar during the Depression, both the Red Star and White Star lines offered their giant ocean liners for half- and full-week cruises to the Maritimes, Red Star even throwing in some on-board entertainment, claiming to be the first to do so “on any ocean”…

…I’m not sure where this pair is headed, but the angle suggests they just drove off a cliff…
…if cliff diving wasn’t your thing, you could tool around in a bright red Dodge boat…
…or be easily amused like this guy on the right, who gets his jollies from the abundance of ice cubes in his fridge…
…over at Essex House we find a more reserved scene, the “well-born” father and son gloating over their Central Park view…
…the Essex House might have been “all that,” but Dad and Junior would have to reconsider their social rank against a newcomer — the Waldorf-Astoria, reborn on Park Avenue…
…on to our cartoons, this couple illustrated by Garrett Price might consider something with a larger balcony…
…Otto Soglow’s Little King took his Little Prince out for some air…
…Kemp Starrett showed us a chap who contemplated the passing of time along with the passing of his timepiece…
…I. Klein updated the theme of a damsel in distress…
…the growing popularity of Ping-Pong gave James Thurber some material to explore the battle of the sexes…
…and Barbara Shermund left us poolside with a couple of eggheads…
…on to our July 11, 1931 issue…

…we find E.B. White taking his sweetheart, Katharine Angell White (referred to here as his “best girl”) out for a date at Coney Island…



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On the Waterfront
The 1954 film by the same name featured the murderous mob boss Johnny Friendly (Lee J. Cobb) who ruled the waterfront’s stevedores with an iron fist. The reality was just as brutal, if not more so along the Brooklyn waterfront in the early 20th century, where the reign of a crime boss was as short as his life span. Alva Johnston reports:

Dinnie Meehan’s widow, Anna Lonergan, had the distinction of being shot at the side of two successive husbands; after Meehan was murdered, Anna married “White Hand” gangster Harry Reynolds. Johnston, who referred to Anna Lonergan as “the Brunhild of the longshore cycle,” concluded his piece with a look at the “last of the great leaders,” Red Donnelly, also known as “Cute Charlie”…

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The Show Must Go On
With the glory days of vaudeville quickly receding into the past, Flo Ziegfeld was nevertheless determined to keep his “Follies” alive at his eponymous theatre. Robert Benchley stopped by for a look at the Ziegfeld Follies of 1931.


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Gross
Back in the day some entrepreneurial types would kill a large whale, stuff it full of sawdust and formaldehyde, and then take it on the road to parade in front of gawkers with spare nickels in their pockets. E.B. White observed the fate of one such specimen:

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This small back page ad invited New Yorkers to the cooling breezes atop the Hotel Bossert in Brooklyn Heights, once referred to as the “Waldorf-Astoria of Brooklyn”…
Its rooftop restaurant — the Marine Roof — was a famous hangout. When the Brooklyn Dodgers won the World Series in 1955, this is where they celebrated…

…Dr. Seuss was still making a living illustrating advertisements for Flit insecticide…
…”my eyes are up here”…says the woman who uses Coty brand lipstick…
…on to our cartoonists, we have Garrett Price also examining the challenges of playing Ping-Pong…
…Perry Barlow was at the seaside with a precocious beach-goer…
…Carl Rose showed us a Boy Scout after his encounter with the Red Menace…
…Kemp Starrett weighed the advantages of air travel…
…Otto Soglow surprised us with this undercover operation…
…and we end with James Thurber, and the price of literary fame…
Next Time: The Black Eagle…