Secretary of State Lazansky refused to incorporate the Hell Cafe of New York.
“New York’s cafes are singular enough,” said Mr. Lazansky, “without the addition of such a queerly named institution as the Hell.”
He smiled and added:
“Is there anything quite so queerly cosmopolitan as a New York cafe? In the last one I visited, I saw a Portuguese, a German and an Italian, dressed in English clothes and seated at a table of Spanish walnut, lunching on Russian caviar, French rolls, Scotch salmon, Welsh rabbit, Swiss cheese, Dutch cake and Malaga raisins. They drank China tea and Irish whisky.”
