Another edition of miscellaneous items, not enough to build a post around, but certainly worth a mention.
For our first example, an advertisement from 1931. Here's the poem that accompanies it:
What it all means is, well, anyone's guess. Check out our earlier story of this ad campaign, here.When the Boss gets hard-boiled,Fires the clock-watchers, and won't listen toThe most truthful story of a traffic jam;When you turn up five minutes late ‒Then, if you work in the Grand Central zone, see ifYour friend in Tudor City can put you up.At least until the Old Man softens.It may save your job.
Another view of the Tudor Theatre; even at midday, it's hard to make out what is playing given how dark everything is because of the El. Named in honor of Tudor City, the theater was located one block over on Third Avenue and East 41st Street.
A photo shoot for Tory Burch yielded only this image on her website. Oh, well.