Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-08-22
JOHNNY ON HIS YACHT
Everything is Nautical in
Dear Old Gotham.
HEAR IT EVERYWHERE
WILTON LACKAYE'S JOKE ON
RICHARD HARDING DAVIS.
East Side Loidies' Chowder Club Give
Picnic and Chowderfest at
South Beach.
HEAR IT EVERY WHERE
Special Correspondence Of The Evening Star.

Special Correspondence OF The Evening Star.
| NEW YORK. August 81. 1893
| They're shiverin their timbers. clewin
down the fore-peak haly'rds. belayin the
| mizzen cat-head ratlnes. marline-spikin'
the main hatch ridge-ropes, layin' aloft for
| pannikins o grog. spicin' the main brace
and executing sundry and divers other
| deep-water and Their stunts in
and around all New York just now The
veriest shoe-clerk walks with Bay of
Biscay roll he hikes for the quck-lunch
| room for his MONDAY regalement of pick
1 les and eclairs.
Even the foor-walkers in the department
stores have fallen into the way of hitchin'
EN- fore-and-aft. every little while, and
the ever initiative cash girls, although the
necessity would not seem to exist. follow
| suit. Bell-bottoms have broken out sporadl
cally even among men who profess to dress,
| and yachting caps are common sub
way explosions. They're ahoying and
| avasting all the way from the Battery to
High bridge, and pallid- looking bookkeepers
are weather-wise ancient shelibacks
| who to obtain slumber. have to sleep N
| hammOcks even when ashore.
Automobile scorchers are making and
| compiling their records in nautical Knots
| instead Of in land miles. In the prune-
| odoriferous boarding houses they're bawling
| for 'scouse. duff and salt horse. The be-
| lated fighters of the booze trust are now
| laying courses for their homes by dead
reckoning instead of essaying to regain
| their domiciles in the old-fashioned man.
| ner. Plugging street car motormen are
| reprimanded by the superintendent for not
| sticking to their logs-schedule Is already
| obsolete. "Hiawatha" has been smothered
| by Nancy Lee and ''Larboard Watch.
By the "Cut O. Their Jib."
When you request the waitress In your
D. xxifh
| bled eggs. the young woman makes fun
| mel of both Of her hands and yells at the
galley-cook aft "Shipwreck a couple O
| Shamrocksr' Electric fans are now called
wfnds'ls. Candidates for the great two
| year-old Futurity race are not judged by
| their conformation. but by the cut o their
| jib.
The midship seats In the L trains are at
A.! a premium Messenger boys are deserving
| their jobs by the score so as to snip Tor
| the raging Spanish Main and terr1fy the
seas The table hotes are serving dinners
| in triangular courses. The word leg is now
permissible even in polite society-the sec
| ond limb of the course would be idiotic
| You don't hail a cab now. You stand on
| your corner and bawl a the driver. ieaVe
| to till board yer
| The friend whom you formerly called pal
| is now matey You don't go to bed-you
| turn in. The barkeeps are not 'tendn bar
they're servin out grog t TIL hatfeet
| knots. When your wife sends you out to
| the fiat kitchen to chase the yowling cat
| off the rear fire escape she requests you to
LAY abaft to the Starboard side of the after
galley and kick that ships cat in the keel
SON." Your excuse to your wife for being
late for dinner is that your outfit being
short-handed. you had to stand an extra
anchor watch. ''' -..
You don't go downstairs, but below. You
don't say at table, Please pass me a
cracker but "Chuck US a biscuit" The
directors of the lead trust are happy be-
cause all of the girls going down the bay
have to buy pounds of the heavy metal to
weight their skirts at the bottom.
| The Shamrock squidge, drink calculated
| to make even a mild hammered man go
forth and break the arms of little girls, is
now the fashionable kink in the way of
| tipple. Your wife doesn't tearfully COM
plain to you that the fat janitor chased
| the young ones out of the fat entrance.
| She says that that buckle bo'sun's mate
bulldozed the BARNS out of the main gang
| way and threatened to take a ropes end to
| EN-. Nobody now bathes: all hands swab.
You don't go to the cashier for your sal
| airy; you lay below to the Jack-o e-Dust
| for liberty money. You don't say to the
barkeep. please give me a glass of light
beer, but you remark to him when you
roll In with a list to starboard. Man
handle me crock o suds, shipmate, and
be lively about it,
No. it isn't a little bit necessary to go
races are on.
A Knock at Richard Harding Davis
Richard Harding Davis was reading one
of his new plays the other afternoon for
a select company in the Office of a Broad
way theatrical manager. Wilton Lackaye
the Washington actor, was among those
present" Mr.. Davis Kissed through very
eloquent scene. and then looked around
for the tumuituous applause. He got it,
Mr.. Lackaye whistled shrilly and clapped
his hands
"Bravo!" he exclaimed. gazing admiring-
ly at the young man with the Gibson pic
tured square jaw. You ought to be a
writer!'
1t is stated on good authority that Mr.
Davis was feeling tentatively of his Psyche
knot for the remainder of the afternoon
trying to dope out just what the actor
meant.
There's no use in talking the New York
cops have little use for hard losers.
runner for ''phony' 42d street gam
bling house got hold of youth from Yon-
kers the other night and steered the good
thing to the establishment The Yonkers
boy lost all of his $500 at a faro game in
which there were almost as many splits as
there We're cards. Concluding then that
he had been victimized he set up plant
i've appeal for the return of his money He
was promptly tossed into the street He
picked himself up and raced over to a cop
standing across the street from the gam
bling house.
1--WE been cheated" he moaned to the
seven foot cop. "and 1 want you to arrest
those people," pointing to the gambling
house.
went away Ethel, or I'll give youse a
spank on de pulse" replied the guardian of
the law, out of the left-hand corner of his
facial orifice, and the Yonkers youth
promptly vanished in the darkness
They certainly do despise hard losers
these New York policemen.
There is no denying the fact that
mournfully large percentage of the perfec'
loidies of this community possess exceed
ingly hasty tempers. Take. for Instance
the recent case of Miss Liz Lonergan of the
East Side Loidies Chowder Club and her
steady, Mr.. Butch Mulvihill.
Loidies' Chowder Club Outing.
The East Side Loidies Chowder Club gave
a picnic and chovderfest down at South
Beach the other day, and among those who
attended were, Of course, Miss Lonergan
and Mr.. Mulvihill.
All hands went bathing as soon as the
boat arrived at the beach Mr.. Mulvihifl,
being naturally OF kittenish disposition,
rro Mt Nv lad to ,,clr loid fran