The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-01-29

Karl K. Kitchen in the New York World. Follow on, follow on
 The Light that you may seel
 But they never proceed to follow that
 Light
 They always follow me t.s Co sang Edna May in 'The Belle of
 New York; in the old Casino days. o Miss May was the belle of New York then, and the male portion of New York. at least were willing to suit their actions to her words.
 But the other night 1t was I who sang Follow On," and what is more remark able, Miss Mayor rather Mrs. oscar Lewisohn-not only listened to my song but actually suited her actions to my words, l had asked her if the Metropoh- tan section could have the pleasure or showing her New York-the Metropolitan section being personified in me.
 And she accepted.
 Shortly before o'clock I met MT. and Mrs Lewisohn at the St. Regis. Mrs. Lewisohn looked radiantly beautiful. Was this the demure little Salvation Army las- sic of the "The Belle of New York;" As' SuTGQlY IL Wds TIOlll Oht tiC NAAtC W. lar of her gorgeous ermine coat peeped the flower like face that made It's owner the most famous beauty on two continents a decade ago. Time has touched lightly on her brow. Her figure Is little fuller than 1t was when she was the reignins musical comedy star of America, but her face and its sweet expression are un- changed
 She greeted me with the most demo- cratic of handshakes, and her words or greeting were without the slightest Eng fish accent.
 There's only one New York, isn't there?" she said naively as we left the porte-cochere of the St. Regis in a cloud of dust-metapho speaking. A few minutes later we were dining at the Ritz tone never calls it the Ritz-Carlton in our set you know).
 It was a fashionable crowd of stalwart men and handsomely gowned women in the main dining room that night. At the Ritz you can't get a table unless you are in evening clothes. 1t is a place where pikers can't pike. And of course it was new to Miss Edna May-pardon. I mean Mrs. Oscar Lewisohn. When she left our shores after her last appearance here the Ritz wasn't even hole in the ground. Smoking by women in a public restaurant was unheard of
 The smoke rings blown by the beauti- full women at the tables all around us interested her as much as she did the other diners. Much has been printed about women smoking in New York hotels and restaurants, but the Ritz is the only place where you really see it. I know, for I have been on the scent of the per- fumed cigarette.
 We're to have our coffee and liquors in the womans barroom at the Wander bilt hotel" I reminded as I prepared my self for the adder's sting after our ice. (This is joke about the waiter)
 So to the Vanderbilt we taxied and found our way into the Chinese buffet. as the womans barroom is called by the hotel management. Here had the pleas ure of showing the belle of New York the newest innovation in little old New York-a barroom where women can mix their own drinks
 There isn't anything like this in Lon don. is there?" l asked.
 There isn't anything like this in all the world" she answered enthusiastically. But then there isn't anything in the world like New York. Two years is long time to be away from ones native land. especially If ones native land IS America, for the most incredible changes take place here over night"
 What do you think of the way In which old wo, dfess lise surg sarls?" asked.
 'I like it," sH replied eiii istically. "A woman is TO oiahf than feels. If she feels you Hsfs ehevcnt he dress