The Washington herald., 1916-12-26
TYPES
BY SARA MOORE.
The Padded Calling List.

Few really nice girls can boast of know
ing bartender. MAZDA insists that is So
cietys loss
Her enthusiastic discovery of this con-
ventional topic dated from her introduc-
ton to squinty McGrogan. Mr.. McGrogan
devoted his six feet two inches to peddling
trouble in Park Row. His hospitality is
described by a blackboard on the side
walk, which reads:
Fres Lunch.
Noodle Soup. Cabbage.
Pickles. Sourkrout.
Biggest glass OF beer in city, &c.
One dusk, early in the winter, found
MAZDA trying to drown fatigue in a bowl
of soup in the glitterywhite dairy lunch
room which seems to be the last stand
of sanitation before 1t gives up the strug-
gle with Park Row. She had been work
ing overtime in her office in the Munich
pal Building. She was so tired her spoon
dripped soup spots over the brief case
on her lap; SO Jagged only a strong sense
of duty made her trouble to take nourish-
ment at all. She felt worn, akin to the
snow-dusted stragglers who fingered on
the sidewalk to watch a cook drip PAN
cake batter on a hot griddle stove In the
window.
MAZDA liked to see the wheat spot siz-
Llt anu SpEGdu anu luI W OO-
serve little white paste-puddles on the
griddle pun miraculously into hot, seduc-
tive butter cakes. To her, as to the
tramps who hesitated at the window on
their way to 1O-cent lodgings, the public
baking process seemed a city dweller's
substitute for the privilege OF nosing into
ones own kitchen.
And then, against the crowd gazing in.
a mask Of wistfulness stood out
A white-haired man had pressed close
to the plate glass. Age or the snow
damp wind had bent him dejectedly and
4 stubble spread over his chin like a
frost of disbursement. II all the long
ings MAZDA had ever known for her first
kiss. for love fame and even maternity.
could be summarized. they might family
equal the passionate desire that found
expression in that faded gaze. He felt
her stare, and sank back. Before she
could gather her wraps and pay her
check he had vanished
MAZDA turned into Park Row instead
of toward the lights of Newspaper Row.
Wrecks drifted all about her and she had
Just admitted the futility Of her search
when she found the old man, flat on the
curb, near an elevated railway girder to
which he had tried to cling as he sank
down. A crowd of jeering boys surround
ed him. They stopped laughing as she
bent over the bundle of rags and they
listened open mouthed to her appeal for
one Of them to call policeman, amazed
that any reasonable being should suspect
one Of their gang of being on speaking
terms with any cop. Adults paused, COM
mented, stared, but no helping hand was
extended. Mazda was sobbing with help
lessness when an officer pushed his badge
through the crowd
Spilled" was hisN verdict.
Spilled" stormed MAZDA. Nonsense
He's tainted. He's starving Get
help"
The policeman bent over and shifted
His suspicious were not sustained. He
shook the man, lifted him partially
poked one eyelid open with an ungen-
tie finger and dumped the ragged fig
ure back on the pavement.
Guess I'll have to call the wagon
he grumbled.
But something should be done for
him Instantly" protested MAZDA.
! Cant we lift him into drug
store"
Drug stores amt heIpin' no. paupers
In this here neighborhood," volun-
teered a pulpy woman with a shawl
over her head. Besides, there ain't
none. Not fer blocks"
Maidda glanced up and down the
street. pawnbroker's shop and :
secondhand shoe basement showed
lights, but looked forbidding. A few
doors beyond the brilliance of a sa-