The Washington herald., 1916-06-17
NEW YORK
DAY BY DAY
BY o. o. MCINTYRE

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Special Correspondent Of The Washington Her.ld
New York. June l6.-Morgan Kingston.
the Metropolitan tenor. was warbling an
aria from "Pagliacci" in his suite in the
Majestic the other morning Down in
the street group OF red-shlrted. over
allied Italians were putting down a new
roadway.
AS the golden notes foated down to
them, one stocky little man of Sunny
It," with a mustache that would have
won fame for a melodrsma william. cup
ped his ear and listened. Then he LAID
down his pipe on the fresh earth. cleared
his throat and Joined in the song.
His voice carried above the traffic din
and brought diners to the windows
while the corner policeman stopped traf-
&c. All the while the laborer sang ohliv-
iOus TO his surroundings and evidently
dreaming OF Venice.
When he finished he was applauded.
and blushing he returned to his digging
while the great tenor leaned out his win
dow and waved to him. The foreman
came along and glowered savagely
Them CHIMES" he said know all the
opera airs. Sometimes this runt sings
and the rest of them stop and tears come
to their eyes. Funny guys-these dagoes." ."
What's the use OF staying on the water
wagon? The New York bacteriologists
who devote themselves to soaring the
daylights out of the ultimate bacteria
consumer. have announced that soda
water, as it is now drunk, is a menace
They declare that every time a sundae
gourmand dips spoon into his favorlte
waistline exploder he is on the we'll
known brink OF the eternal with one
spoon in the grave in the manner Of
speaking.
The danger lies in the fact that the
clerks. as discovered by the bacteria
hounds, very frequently do not rinse the
glass or dish in cold water. then In hot
water with cleansing powder.
As a result the monument workers are
chipping away gaily at their tasks night
and day and Coffin & Hearse, preferred.
has become a soda water baby. In fact
the safest way for the soda water tippler
is to boil himself in OIL fry the utensils
and inject the delcacy into his arm.
When the shooting gallery was opened
on Broadway. near Longacre Square
everybody laughed at the poor boob pro-
prletor. What did he think New York
was anyway-Keokuk? The proprietor is
having his little private Chortle de luxe
row.
His business hns so ftourishcd that un-
less you are his friend you have to stand
In line. 1t is not preparedness stuff-its
Just rubes. The same kind of a gallery
wouldn't make gaslight expenses out in
the Corn Belt-and on Broadway it Is
making millionaire. Ho hum!
In the crowd at the Stadium to witness
the Shakespeare masque the other even
ing distinguished looking stranger
tainted.
who is he?" was the question on
every side.
F.. F. Bitner. the music publisher, who
had been reading the text of the mssoue
with the aid of a pocket electric light,
overheard the question.
Probably William Shakespeare" was
his answer.
Nellie Revelle. queen Of Broadway
press agents, has written a play and not
only that, 1t will be produced with seem
cry and everything. For some time Miss
Revele has been planning a knockout
drama. Between writing pieces for city
editors about other plays. she found ma
terial and believes the new endeavor will
be a dramatic wallop-the kind that
makes EN- hold to the chairs and swal.
low their chewing gum.
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