The Washington herald., 1917-07-16
New York, Day by Day
By o. o. MCINTYRE,

Special Correspondent of The Washington Herald
New York, July 15.-There is no
use in talking the man who runs
Mrs. Biltmore's boarding house is
genius. He just thinks up ideas
right out of his own head every
day or so. 1t has long been an
axiom in New York that chickens,
speaking in the vernacular of
broadway. change their hours when
they come to the city. y
But that the contagion OF night
life would also affect canaries.
sweetest and gentles of trillers, was
not known until the Cascades. atop
the Biltmore. were opened for the
perspiring season.
1t was decided by some one that
fifty Orkney canaries would make
pleasing musical interIudes for the
orchestra. The manager said to go
ahead and tell old man Orkney to
send up fifty of his choice soloists.
And big problem arose after de-
livery.
1t consisted in the willingness of
the canaries to run the gamut all
day. but as soon as night and the
crowds arrived they tucked their
heads under their wings, poor
things, and went of to the canary
land of Nod.
The other day. however. the man.
ager thought of something. Early
in the morning he covered the
canaries' cages with black cloths,
SO that. being without ankle
watches that chickens wear. they
slept through the entire day.
At o'clock when the diners ar
rived, the cloths were removed and
the canaries lifting their heads in
thanksgiving at having lived
through one of the longest nights
they had ever experienced, greet
ed the effulgent CLEANS of the roof
garden with trills and runs that had
formerly been reserved for the
morning sun.
II was a little too old to he do
ing such things anyway. He was
one of a party of five-three girls
and young wrist watch wearer
and himself. Corks popped. the girls
toasted him and flushed with pretty
compliments and other things he
was apparently having the time of
his life.
When a khaki clad young cabaret
lieutenant in the full glare of the
spotlight sang "Good-by Broadway
Hello Francew he cheered the
loudest and insisted on singing the
chorus by himself until a waiter
tapped him on the shoulder and
shook his head.
After awhile the girls grew tired
of paying him all the attention and
they turned TO the young man and
made him the center of attraction.
The old boy sat glum for some
time mumbling to himself and final
ly excused himself TO go to the
phone. He never came back and
the young man had TO pay for the
check
And then the waiter told me:
Hes a wise old bird. About twice
week he runs into a young crowd
in some cafe and after falling in
with them brings them here and
runs up a big check and beats it,"
While the waiter didn't say so
suspect the old boy works for the
house.
A tenderloin detective was ex-
planning to the desk lieutenant that
ne lound the prisoner squatted IN
a subway kiosk stairway in Times
square and that his left sleeve was
hanging loose TO give the impress
sion that he had lost an arm. The
detective had given him a half dol
lar and then arrested him.
He didn't know me, of course" :"
explained the detective.
'Oh, don't worry. did know
you," said the prisoner suddenly.
Il used t'see you and a couple Of
other fly cops over at the subway
in Manhattan street when / was
workin' as a blind man"
A kitten shop is the latest con-
tribution to the commercial life of
Fifth avenue. An impoverished So
Ciety woman has opened the place
and the only customers are those