The Washington herald., 1916-11-25
New York, Day by Day
By o. o. MCINTYRE.

Special Correspondent Of Ths Washington Hsrald.
New York, Nov. A-In a certain ali
night drug store on Eigth avenue vhers
the night birds Of the Tenderloin are
wont to flock there appeared the other
morning chalkish hued man-once q
famous jockey-but now slipping down
the range through the use OF drugs.
His eyes were dancing from the heavy
use Of cocaine and every nerve was Jump
ing. He Joined In the conversation and
finally monopolized II. A corner police
man drifted In to see that all was quiet
Everything is quiet along the Rialto, {"
said the cop cheerily.
The crowd. always In mortal fear Of
policemen, agreed. In fact they would
Rave sworn that black was white II the
officer had even intimated that he
thought so.
But the former Jockey was In a stub
born mood. ''Whadda you mean, all is
quiet?' he said nervously pulling at a
frayed necktie. The policeman shot him
a keen glance and remarked: Full OF
snow to the eyebrow again, eh7 Well.
you'd better have 'em mix you a run out
powder. Beat it,
slowly toward the door. "Lemme tell
you something" he said. They never
fly 20 high but what they have to light.
l never said I'd get a man yet that /
didn't make good. You are my next man,
you great big. flat-footed. pie-eyed, saus-
age headed"
By this time he thought he was near
the door and turned suddenly and started
TO run. Instead he rushed right through
big plate glass window. The oficer
rushed out expecting TO see the man
| badly cut II not killed by falling glass.
Instead he found him on the curb with
silly grin Illuminating his face. Off
cer." he said. II just did a back flip on
the Woolworth Building II didn't hurt
me bit" And he walked away arm in
arm with the cop.
The Herald and the Sun are having a
good-natured fling at each other edi-
torially. The Sun for years o. had un.
der its name plate: ''It shines for all" /"
The other day the Herald also ran a line
on the first page: TT shines for all"
The Sun says editoriaIIy: I'VE under.
stand that our contemporary is merely
advertising the fact that Il has now add
ed a well-eouipped and attractive boot.
black parlor."
Lee Kugel has put over a show on
Broadway. And It landed the walIop
too. When / was dramatic editor OF the
Evening Mail and Lee was the right
hand man of Henry B. Harris, he used
to send me paipitating pieces about hil
managers productions. And most OF
them printed because he was one OF the
few press agents who had news sense
j haven't seen his show yet, and when
do I'll pay at the box offIce Just as
do at all times. So this is not a free
pun. But Lees show must be a marvel
1t Is the story OF an old lady who goes
to the poorhouse. and IL is full Of sobs.
The idea Of dramatizing an inmate of a
poorhouse with all the scenes there
strikes me as novel The name Of the
play Is ''Old Lady a."
, kugel was born and raised in st
Joseph, Mo. During the tense hours
when 1t was not known whether Mr.. Har-
ris had gone down at sea. Rugel used to
call me up every i've minutes for infor-
nation. At last I had to tell him the
worst. And he sobbed like a child.
Somehow always have respect for a
big strong man who gives way 10 tears
when the occasion demands.
A man had the audacity TO open up a
shell game on a little stand on Broadway
the other afternoon He had collected a
good-sized crowd when a policeman came
along and gathered him in. why don't
you 60 down in Wall street and pinch
some OF those gannblers," he walled as he
stepped into the wagon.