The Birmingham age-herald., 1910-04-29
Julian Street in May Everybody's.

sns sns stsDs sSs sod.on o6 1os arssaeoo n1ss %s O eist, halted me, while he cast ruminative. fshy eye over the riotous tri- angle of asphalt which marks the cross ing of Broadway and Seventh avenue.
 sThe historical name of it. he said, lis Longacre Square. George Washing .on stopped at the old Longacre farm house which used to stand here. But what does the Tenderloin care for his- tory? It remembers nothing but the last theatrical divorce, s100O0 dinner, or New Years eve headache. When that news paper skyscraper was built they changed the name to Times Square, That's the official name. But the only official things that count in this part of town are traffic policemen and head walters. So the Tenderlon has rechristened it's capital again: now it is Eating House Square.
 The revolving glass doors of the hotel were spinning like millwheels under the pressure of a steady stream of people, flowing in from the 20 theatres Of the neighborhood. We followed them down the corridor toward the large supper room. whence came mellow light and gay music. About the wide doorway of this room stood a knot of 20 or 30 men and women, all in evening dress and eager to get ina comic sort of bread line, held back by a plush rope and young head waiter. who, St. Peterlike, examined the candidates with a critical eye and looked them up in a tome containing the names
 cd tn n a d. vance. The head walters book Is the social register of the Tenderloin.
 Watching the sitting process, we saw a couple elbow their way through the crowd The mans eye caught that of the head waiter. He raised two fingers.
 The head waiter bowed, with: An, good evening, MT. Feldman." He did not look up MT. Feldman in his book, but said to an assistant: "Table 26 for MT. Feldman," and hastily unlocked the rope. MT. Feldman passed in. Behind him trailed a lady wearing staccato scents and an alarmingly diminuendo dress. ln- stinctively you knew she had little, yipprng woolly dog in flat somewhere not very far away also plenty of siphons
  Meredith or Henry James.
 Clearly, in MT. Feldman we had seen man who really knew the ropes. He was not made of common clay but, to all ap- pearances. Of pate de foie gras and truf- | fies. He never had to reserve tables in advance. No matter what a crush there was. he always sailed majestically in and found a place. If the regular tables were occupied. a special one was carried in and
 laid for him.
 | The MT. Feldman' kind of man dis tributes largesse with plump and law ish hand He has cocktails named for him, drinks vintage champagnes,>' >'sends for the head waiter, calls him Max or Lewis" dresses him down, and gives him soO bill MT. Feldman" does not nav spot cash in the lobster palaces. lie
 merely tips his waiter with a bill ana signs his name across the check. Check' | signing is one of the most impressive rites l of the Tenderloin. It signifies not only | that MT Feldman'' runs an account ano settlestby tine month but that he always has aisle seats, down in front, for the first night of each new "girl show anc can play on credit in the roulette "cluns. So it is natural that, as MT Feldman,
 with a, a,superbly unconscious air, signs and
 rises from the table, people gaze at hln in awe, and whisper, "Who is that?'
 MT Feldman" is sometimes young, but
 usually he is middle-aged and just little bald. His complexion is Of either
 A pasty cream color. or an apoplectit purple. shading off to a lighter tone about
 the prominently upholstered neck. There
 are deep wrinkles beside the nose, feshy pouches beneath the eyes. diamonds or