The Washington herald., 1916-09-27
NEW YORK, DAY BY DAY
BY o. o. MCINTYRE.

Special Correspondent q Tbe Washington Herald
New York, Sept. M am very fond of
DR.. Guy Campbell. He sings like CarusO,
and the women applaud, and we used to
go barefoot together in the West and
both hated soap. and loved corn-silk
cigarettes. I like him so wen that II
there is anything I've got he wants he
can have it-right in the neck
I dropped into his place the other day
and opened my mouth and revealed to
him my fangs. He looked wise and then
jabbed a nutpick into a miniature Nam
moth Cave and then I began romping
through fields OF clover with wood
nymphs dressed in golden spangles. and
when I came to a young woman was
bathing my wrists and DR.. Campbell was
pouring ice down my back.
And then I grew cheerful and almost
facetious and we talked about old times
and he admired a gold watch that my
father gave me for quitting cigarettes
and I gave It to him and I gave the
young woman my pearl scarfpIn and took
her telephone number, and when I left we
all shook hands ell around
Going out I slapped the elevator boy on
the back and told him how much
thought Of him and went out to the
newsstand and bought q worth OF maya
zines.
And this is Just written to let DR..
Campbell and his attendant and the ele-
vator boy and the newsstand man know
that all OF that bull I peddled doesn't
go. I want my watch and my scarfpin.
And the next time they give me gas
they'll have to hit me in the head with
an ak first.
They buried Charles Becker the other
day-Becker. the bank thief. whose GRIM
inal career won international fame. He
was an artist. His work approached per-
fection and he was known and feared in
France, England and Turkey, as we'll as
in Baltimore and New York
So clever was he that the Bankers AS
sociatIon pensioned him on condition that
he should not use his skill as a counter
feiter. He passed on while serving as
an employe with private detective
agency.
He died in poverty, a living example
Of the saying that crime never paws.
When he was in Sing Sing a delegation
called on the warden and asked him not
to set Becker at rough work that might
impair his dellcacy OF touch" and jeopar-
die his future livelihood.
That gurgling noise you hear is the
death rattle OF the Hat Snatchers' Union.
For years inoffensive and lamb-like cfti-
zens have had their hats snatched out of
their hands and then paid to get them
back again in Brodway cafes and hotels.
They submitted to it.
The man who has most of the privileges
and supplies the hat checkers is a mil
ltonaire. At some of the larger hotels
he pays as high as $4,000 a year. The
hat checkers do not get the money They
get $ a week and they are searched every
night before they leave.
Most Of the hat checkers are irnpudent
II they are not tipped and many patrons
have been lost by hotels employing them,
The first man to abolish the tipping for
taking care Of hats and wraps was Cope-
land Townsend. Of the Majestic, and many
other hotels are to follow his lead.
Coney Island has had the worst sea-
son in It's history. The weather has had
something to do with It, but that is not
the chief reason. Coney Island has got
to get rid Of its hoodlums. The worst
element in New York makes Coney It's
rendezvous. There are car rowdies. gun
men, street walkers and the scum of the
underworld who make 1t their playground
when they leave New York. The police
will have to use their clubs more freeIv
before Coney Island will enjoy the nat
ronage Of former years.