The Washington herald., 1917-02-01
New York. Day by Day
BY O. d, MCINTYRE.

Special Correspondent Of The Washington Herald.
New York, Jan. Si.-The blotter at the
East Fifty-first street station looks like
map OF Rhodesia and it is all because
there is a chap in town from Boston
who does not care what his name is. The
other day the Boston mystery walked out
OF the Plaza and entered a taxicab.
He told the driver to take him to the
Grand Central station for II he missed a
certain train the city of Boston would
shrivel up and blow away or sink six
feet. The chauffeur. who does not care
what any fare says as long as it isn't
personal. fairly leaped from trench TO
trench to get there on time.
The fare got out and upon hearing that
the meter showed 60 cents offered the
chauffeur a cigarette. The chauffeur re-
fused it. and the man offered him a
bunch Of grapes. tan glove and finally
case TO hold glasses. He was willing
TO give anything but money.
At the station house he said he was
Morris Muldoon. When that had been
carefully written he said he was Elmer
7. Cohen and after that was written said
he was Theodore Sabin He was engaged
in doing heavily censored Highland
Fling when a pretty chariot from the
Loose Nut department at Bellevue backed
up and gave him a ride.
It was stated at Bellevue that he could
think or say anything he wanted while
resting there and that the pads in the
cell were heavily reinforced.
I took a Behring Sea hack-the low
necked kind that George AIDE used to
write about-from in front of a hotel the
other evening and drove across the street
into Central Park. Along the west drive
several squirrels followed after the car
riage although that has no especial sig
nificance. They follow some Of the brain
lest people in town.
Well anyway at the sheep PASTURE a
flock or drove-whatever they call them
OF sheep were grazing. The dog that J.
P. Morgan gave the chief herder was
looking afeer the sheep. The dog at
tracted me and I called the drivers at
tention to his beauty.
It's a fine creature" he said. But he
got wrong start in life. His name is
Algy." 1t was indeed a shock but not
equal to the one I got when 1 reachet
Ken Beaton's apartment in WaverlF
place His janitor is named Percivsl shd
shortly after 1 arrived Percival came
around to collect the ga~baEr. Imagine
Percival collecting garoage!
Modern = IL at it again and this time
apparently T tn vengeance. Marcel
Duchamp's famous nude coming down
stairs. which looked like a lumber yard
after a cyclone. and proved a knockout
for artists at the first Cubist exhibition,
is mild in comparison with the invitation
just issued for the Modern Art School
Dance.
1t will be held in Leslie Hall and II
the police don't answer a hurry call with
plenty of robes It looks like right smart
time will be had. The clothes will cost
about cents each and be of extremely
expensive material.
All of the serious thinkers will be there
to expound their theories OF this life
and the gladsome next. One man, it is
intimated, it to come as a bronze statue,
although on account of the cold weather
he will have to wear something to and
from the hail.
c. NJ. Garrison. the Wall street broker,
received the following letter the other
day. The writer at a late hour was still
at large.
Dear Sir-Please let me know by re-
turn mail when the European war will
be over and what the price OF wheat
will be then. Also when wheat will reach
its highest level after the war. II it is not
too much trouble / would also like to
know what the price of hogs will be next
year.