In 1978, I was new to New York City. As an aspiring actor, I worked a variety of jobs, including for several months for Sam Swerdloff, an old man who was lobbying for the City, which had recently been told by Gerald Ford to drop dead (according to the Daily News). Sam had been a WPA painter in the 1930's, and I worked together with this ancient man in an ancient-seeming office somewhere on the lower floors of the Helmsley Building at 46th and Park. All gold and glitz on the outside, the interior seemed preserved but degraded from the days of The Front Page.
In 1978, I was new to New York City. As an aspiring actor, I worked a variety of jobs, including for several months for Sam Swerdloff, an old man who was lobbying for the City, which had recently been told by Gerald Ford to drop dead (according to the Daily News). Sam had been a WPA painter in the 1930's, and I worked together with this ancient man in an ancient-seeming office somewhere on the lower floors of the Helmsley Building at 46th and Park. All gold and glitz on the outside, the interior seemed preserved but degraded from the days of The Front Page.
By the way, I just google'd Sam, and he was more famous than I had thought. Here's a link to one of his works on the National Gallery of Art website. https://www.nga.gov/collection/artist-info.34055.html
What's that clarinetist wearing, leotards? In the '30s?
Where's the editor? I may be mistaken, but I think it's spelled "caster".
I have actually seen it both ways. And decades ago, who knows?
But cool sentiment and insight.