The Washington herald., 1916-10-26
NEW YORK, DAY BY DAY
BY o. o, 1fcTNTYnK.

SPECIAL Correspondent Of The washington HersH.
New York, Oct. 81 always thought
until recently that a bookmsker was a
person who is skilled in binding volumes
de luxe, talked in highbrowish terms and
was one OF the various groups Of serious
little thinkers. have found out the re-
verse. The bookmSler is very uncouth,
unsenumental, and has 10 do with race
horses.
also have friend who talks nothing
but race horse Jsrgon. He never says Il
won" or Il lost" He SAYS I win" or
I lose" whatever the amount may be
And he calls race horses dogs" and he
knows 50 much about them that one
might well imagine that he slept right
In the stalls with them nightly.
After the theater the other night met
him and he began his talk about racing
he told me how much he had won on
lunches" He is an impressive fellow
and very tdealistic He told me about a
dream he had and the next day he won a
small fortune on horse called ''slumber-
land"
That night. after a Welsh rsrebit. I
dreamed OF hats. / was standing in the
middle Of Longacre square with Just
about enough clothes TO cover q flute
People were running toward me Offering
me hats There wore green hats, yellow
hats. white hats and purple hats.
And the next morning chAnced 70 look
over the racing charts in the Morning
Telegraph. In one race was a horse
named HatteraS. Instantly the talk about
dream lunches came 70 me Dreaming
all night Of hats and seeing a horse
named "HGtterss" Surely there was the
hUnch sublime.
And so called up my friend and told
him to wager for me a modest sum on
Hatteras. All the afternoon I stood at
the ticker while the cold Precipitation
poured from me. Finally the race was
announced.
Letter by letter I watched It spelled
out the winning horse It's name was
| 'Sombrero."
The young man who put his stamp on
the back Of letter and was rebuked for
It by the postmsster-ss the story goes
explained that he wss a correspondence
school student and that was his coIlers
yell. But there is a real correspondents
school yell. heard group OF young
men yelling Il on Riverside Drive Here
it is and isn't It Just too cute!
/ Pooh, Pooh, Harvard,
Pooh, Pooh, Yale,
| We get our learning through the mail
We're not stupid,
We're not fools,
J Rsh! Rah! Correspondence schools
I Copeland Townsend the hotel man, at
tended a private banquet one night rc-
Gently at the home OF a prominent lawyer
on Fifth avenue. After the dinner. the
gentlemen retired to smoke and chat
! The host, after all were seated. got VI
and took down a sword which formed
part Of a trophy and brAndishinE 1t IN the
air exclaimed dramatically: All, gentle
men, I shall never forget the day when
/ I drew this blade for the first time
Pray, where did you draw It ," inquired
! Mr.. Townsend.
At rafhe" was the hosts simple re-
toinder.
The growth Of the Tea Habit in Goths m
/ is something terrible to contemplate. Big
Nstrong men-men with red necks and hair
on their chest-Rre sinking into tea rooms
every afternoon at ( o'clock TO guam the
I oolonE and devoUr hot mufins
AS a result nearly every old home IN
the down town district is being turned
into tea rooms. There is one thing pleas
ing about them. There are no he walters.
Pretty girls wait on customers and DO not
stand around snIiOusly awaiting tips