Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1916-09-12

waiter serves the cheese before the
dessert.
And 80 up and on with the quest,
perhaps this time to Washington
! Square and Greenwich village, that
storied section where genius buds and
the carefree intellectuals live their
harum scarum lives (see any book on
the subject.) This Is where Tom
Paine starved and Poe wrote the
Fall of the House of Usher" Robert
Louis Stevenson and Mark Twain used
to sit here in the Square and discuss
| all things under the sun with incon,.
parable brilliancy. They would md
| strange company there now. It swarms
with Italians and Jews and hordes of
the offspring of both of those. and a
number of other races fill 1t with d
shrill babble.
! But few blocks away Is Gonfar.
ones which We. mention BY name be.
cause 0. Henry did 80, remarking that
the place was a literary landmark. 1t
| has thereby become literary land.
! mark by reputation at least, and the
fact Is abundantly set forth in Its ad.
| vertisements. Beyond doubt, 1t Is
| calculated to give the wandering pro.
vineial q considerable impression OF
. the unusual The place has q look OF
time stained age. The orchestra con.
sists of three Italian women and a
songstress who renders classical selec'
'tions, but gets most of her applause
when she answers an encore with
Where The River Shannon Flows"
| A good many patrons are obviously
For oi<yy, ~ L. III
OF long haired. querr looking chaps,
but you can tell at glance that the
/ buyer from Kokomo has penetrated
even into this retreat. These Philis.
/ tines may be easily selected from
among he true habitues when the
vermicellf Is served. There are some
present who do, the real Italian sword
! swallowing stunt. as though they had
been raised on the stuff Others who
are experienced but not skillful, care.
fully and conservatively cut 1t into
little bits. But watch the man from,
| somewhere else. who never before
| saw the sinuous Italian dainty served
full length. but whose self confidence
is equal to any task. With some diff.
fculty he winds 1t around his fork.
lifts 1t on high and strives to engulf
1t at a swoop like bass after min.
now. But almost invariably, one or
perhaps two of the supple strands
| about eighteen inches long. become
! disengaged. and the rash Adventures
maneuvers for the next thirty seconds
draw grave and disappearing consider.
alton from three tables on either
hand. Disill,isioned but not discour.
aged, for your next meal you pene.
trate still farther into the wilderne ss
of Greenwich, up the famous Mac.
Dougall alley, locally known as the
Rabbit Hole. Almost by accident you
! discover weather worn sign over an
| ancient basement door and daringly
| with sense OF adventure, you enter
Through dark and narrow hallway
you reach little three cornered nicha
between tall buildings. On one side
you see through opened windows into
row Of studios. On the. other you
get glimpse of the inner workings OF
a pickle factory. This sequestered
spot has been made shady by the
spreading of great striped awning,
and Is furnished with bare deal tables
and kitchen chairs. IT looks like a
hangout of thieves But those who
come here are OF a most respectable
appearance = young ladies armed
with immense portfolios, wearing
square toed shoes and last years hats
and expressions Of abstract contempla-
ton, and thoughtful young men with
bow ties and manuscript cases. Pres
emily there enters tall, stoop shout.
dered chap, who looks about, hangs
his hat and stick on rusty nail in the
wall, sinks into chair and lights q
cigarette. He has lined and care.
worn countenance; his eyes are con
cealed by dark glasses and above them
towers brow as shining and con.
spicuOus as boarding house door
! knob. Hiss,expression IL one of deep
meditation-or perchance of boredom.
He fairly radiates an atmosphere OF
lofty cerebration. At last, you feel,
you are in the haunts Of the truly In.
tellectual. .
Toward the end of your meal in
comes a short. blonde happy looking
person. who approaches this mental
giant and daringly smites him on the
back,
Hello. Bill" he almost shouts,
What in the dickens are you doing
in this queer joint?" Bill exhales q
cloud Of smoke and turns upward a
look of green. goggled ennui.
20. just trying to And something
amusing in this blame town. BY tho
way, Jake are you buying misses
skirts long or short for the fall trade
-?"
Truly, the type and symbol of the
New York crowd is the Guy From
Somewhere Else!