Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-05-31
GOSSIP FROM GOTHAM,
BY HERBERT COREY

D.
is visiting here from San Francisco.
When he was thirty-one years old Kyne
was the keeper of a grocery store on
the Barbarv Coast. in San Francisco
He had been a grocer all his life. and
most Of the time on the water front
Trade was chronicaIly depressed. Now
and then a period Of acute weakness de.
veloped. During one of these periods
Mr.. kyne found himself unable to settle
with the wholesale house for the canned
beans.
Now said Mr. kyne to himself,
what shall I do next?
In order to kill time he wrote a short
story and sent it to magazine. He
had never written before. He had never
worked on a newspaper. He had taken
no correspondence courses in the art of
writing fiction. nor had he ever studied
the works of the masters. But he put it
over with a bang. He's been writing
ever since. at an increasing rate per
word. Now. as he puts 1t, he has come
east Ito call on the trade
Every real man." says kyne. has
either written a play or at some time
believed there is money in the chicken
business.
This is report On plutocrack versus
proverty. without a moral
A New York banker lives in a nearby
Long Island town. He owns three
tomubiles The other morning his wife
had one ar in use and his ten-year-old
son had the other one In use and the
banker took the third car to go to the
depot on his way to New York It broke
down half way.
"Confound it!'' snapped the banker.
Come with me, jerks.
With his chauffeur at his heels. he
trotted half a block to the establishment
oil an automobile sales agent
al hot III ao1p +, vaad
Fiji the tanks with gas and oil. Here's
a check
At the depot he paused just long
enough to tell jerks to engage a fourth
chauffeur
After this he said, 1.-The new car is
to accompany us when we start for the
depot so that l can use it if this
breaks down"
The same day a little woman who has
been at work among the mountaineers
Of the south lectured before body Of
sympathetic New York women. She
spoke of the difficulty she had expert
enced in getting used to the diet in some
portions of the hills.
over and over again.. said she. But
didn't mind that. 1t was the total lack
of salt in the food that bothered me-
You have idea how repulsive uhs1
sailed food becomes when 1t is. served
to you day after day. Finally / spoke
to one of my hostesses.
why don't you use salt?' ! asked.
"'Well.' she drawled. 1t costs too
much. You see. you can only use it
once.
Remember the days of too many years
ago. when you went fishing of May
morning with an alder rod and bent
pin. and the toe with the stone bruise
curled stiffly up out of the dust? And
how soft the grass of the pasture felt
to your bare feet. and how deep was the
shade of the oak at the fshin hole?
Maybe mother had spread a thick layer
of sugar between two slices Of buttered
| bread which you ate as you watched
the minnows in the clear, brown water
| back wari1y away from your threatening
| pin.
The city boys idol of May morning
| is badly stated in this excerpt from the
days news:
BERNARD Armour. fourteen years old,
of 1874 Park avenue was arrested on a
| charge of fishing in the pond al 10th
street in the park The police say he
was equipped with a birch rod a line.
| a bent pin and bottle. in which he had
| his catch-two small fish
Ever walk through the thronsed tene-
| men district of Summer afternoon?
The children at play overflow the pave
ments into the street. Later one recalls
/ A certain surplusaSe of watermelon rind.
After the edible portions have disap-
| peared one suspects that the rind be-
comes a playthng. Little girls hopping
| happily through certain games played
| i'm chalhed squares. and little boys chas-
| ing other little boys. each clutch a slip
| perry hit From time to time they gain
/ from 1t a reminiscent pleesu
/ Pauline used 20 draw pictures on the
pavement with her watermelon rind.'
/ said Pauline Margulic's mother. When
she began going to school she drew
| things with her chalk Epo1 the faaging.
For the last four years she has taken
every prize possible and every medal
and every money award al Cooper
Union Now she is nineteen years old
and her studies of the East Side types.
with which she is familiar. have at
| tracted the attention of competent crit
les One of these days they hope she
will go toa Paris to study. The thinsss
| they say of her do not seem exaggerated
when one views her Little Mother or
her "Sweatshop Worker"-an old man
staggering under load of cloaks They
believe her future will be very brilliant.
Think OF her next time YOU see q
grubby little girl with a dirty water
melon rind in one hand playing between
the passing wagons in a crowded street.
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