Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-12-31
THE NEW YORK WAY

'swhile was over in New York recently"
remarked well-known Washington corre-
spondent, ST took 1t into my head to dig up
an old pal Of mine who, had heard. was
doing remarkably well in the big town.
Way back hundred and fourteen
years ago, SO to speak, we used to be police
court reporters together in Chicago. He.
in those times. had generally been up
against it. on account of his hnprovident
nature. In fact, the last time I had seen
him I'd loaned him half dollar to get
his shoes half-soled while he waited. or
something of that sort.
THAT was nearly fifteen years ago. 1
knew that he was employed on one OF the
big burnt-orange papers over in New York,
but I didn't know what a heap-much he
had become.
II observed when I got into this news
paper building that all Of the shines COM
ing in and going out looked at me pretty
haughtily. and wondered what had done.
when l got into the elevator there were
a lot of men and a couple of ladies in the
lift and / took off my hat. The men all
gave me the open sheer for that. 1t was
palpable that they viewed me as a CLEAN
with a penchant for putting on lugs.'
II asked the boy sitting outside one OF
the doors on the steenth floor of the build
ing if Jim Whoosh, my friend-that not be-
ing his name-WaS in.
THE kid looked me over from the top OF
my hat to the soies of my shoes three times,
spat leisurely and said:
Mister James Whoosh, de managin
sportin' editor. is in. but he hain't givin'
out no work t. no one desc days.
II got by that kid somehow or another.
but as soon as I got inside the door went
up against another of the same general spe-
cies. He was sitting within wooden rail-
ing with his legs cooked up on small desk
messenger boy.
ut seemed that this messenger boy had
narrowly missed making million dollars
on the day before by playing a 500 to
He looked at me resentfuliy out of the
SAINTS of his eyes when l entered.
'Wot choo havin!?' he asked me.
~ am looking for man by the name
of Jim Whoosh. little one.' said I.
Aw. say. cut out dat little one" gag.
will youse? said the kid dsgustedly. OATS
not in yer part. WOt chOo want wit Mis-
ter James Whoosh. de managin' sportin
editor?'
II humbly explained to the young man
that I had no evil design upon Mister
Nhoosh: that merely desired to take Mr..
Whoosh out and purchase food and drink
for him.
g. 'Aw. de same Of bunc' the ki6 replied,
craftily. Den wen he comes out youse' II
spring some bum story or odder on him or
hit him up FIR job. Say. git a new yen
hok. Dat one youse is usin boins de DOPE.
Well. you'll take my card in, anyhow,
won't you" l asked the kid. mildly.
'Jes scribble yer name an biz on dis
he said. showing a printed form-pad at me.
I tell youse right now, dough, dat he don't
see no skates at all no more. He's in de
symposium room wit de boss. anyhow.
well. 1 wrote my name. antecedents,
previous condition of servitude, whether
white or black. married or single. ever
arrested before. etc. on the form-pad. and
N hny r1o
appeared with it. and in about five min
utes tall. overpowering young man with
large diamond ring and diamond links in
his cuffs came out with my record in his
hand.
'Ah.' he said. you are the man, are
you" and he examined me carefully. You
say the object of your call upon Mr..
Whoosh is to make a social visit is it?'
Il said, yep.
"'Of course. you know that Mr.. whoosh's
time is very much taken up?' he said, lack
adaisically. Now, could you not state the
exact purport of your business to me? I
am the second assistant managing sporting
editor, and. as such, delegated to receive
Mr.. Whooshs callers
That SOP said I, getting pink around
the ears. We'll, you may go to the devil.
and 1 turned and started to go, when
heard voice calling after me.
Hey, there. Jack. are they holding you
up?' the voice said, and / wheeled and saw
Whoosh, done up in purple and fine linen.
He was just coming out Tor luncn
"'You, Also may go to the devil I said
to him, for a top-lofty. flummery-manu-
featuring imbecile,' but he drew his arm
through mine and we went out and got
went out and had a six-hour dinner, that is.
Down here, when 1 want to have a talk
with Mr. William Loeb about things, go
to my telephone and ring him up.
How about an exclusive half an hour
all by my lonesome, tonight, Mr.. Loeb?' I
ask him, and it's all right. / go up to the
White House and walk upstairs and see the
secretary to the President. or the President
himself, for the matter of that, without
any flubdub whatever.
1.-The whole New York game, from soup
to nuts, is cheap and noxious bluff"