The Washington herald., 1917-02-24
New York, Day by Day
BY O. q. MCINTYRE.

Special Correspondent Of The Washinston Herald
New York, Feb. 23.-As Samuel Pepys
would record in his diary: Aroused 10y
Olson, the man servant and he seems
fearful OF war, which depressed me great
ly, albeit Olson wears his hair as though
he thinks Corbett is still champion. and
he believes all in the Sabbath journals.
To morning cinema play with w.
Sheriff., whose son Jack is the star play
actor therein, and ] thought OF the time
just few years ago when Master Jack
was in knee breeches and deviled me for
lollypops, and now he is surfeited by
gushing mush notes from frivolous dam
sells all over the country.
To club where / call on R Moulton.
the Grand Rapids humorist. and ! marvel
at the reception editors hath given during
his short soJourns in Gotham. A talented
scrivener he is, and l rejoice in his sue
cess
In the afternoon TO a hotel TO see the
bride of z. Davis, the pamphleteer, and
nnd her charming. and she tells me of
the days when she and E. met in Paris
when he was a Rhodes scholar. and ]
marvel at his great learning, albeit he
takes delight in splitting the inhnitive.
But foresooth, as he says, what is gram
mar between friends?
This day cast my accounts and find a
deficit Of three pounds and what with
the high cost OF ytttles makes me churlish
and gloomy. With my wife to the opera
and hear E Caruso warble and my wife.
poor wretch. was thrilled, albeit / would
rather sleep at home. See V. Astor and
wife in a box looking very happy, but V.
noticed us not at all
To a haberdasher. where / purchase a
marvellous colored scarf. which my wife
calls horrendous and says il is fitting for
no one save those who gamble for hign
stakes and wear checkered clothing. To
an apothecary for beaker of lemon
juice and so home and TO bed.
Practically the only trouble John Deg
ner ever has had in the nine years he
has worked in the street cleaning de-
partment is that he does not seem to
realize his own strength. Frequently
when throwing an ash can onto his wagon
he throws II across the street into some
ones parlor
This always necessitates q long and eX-
tremely tiresome explanation. The other
day John was backing up his wagon
70 dump the contents into a scow at the
foot of East Forty-sixth street. He got
Gwendolyn, his horse. turned around on
the narrow pier and. discovering that
he was some distance from the string
piece. pulled en- the reins and yelled
Back"
As has been stated before. John doesn't
know his own strength. He pulled so
hard that the wagon. the horse and him
self somersaulted of the end OF the pier
into the scow. Upon coming up for
air after being submerged for some time.
John explained that he did not know he
was so near the end OF the pier Which,
on mature consideration. seems likely
enough.
Seen around the town: fat woman
with a white poodle in her mum. A Broad
way taxi driver driving a blind man home
free. 4 newsstand girl in The Plaza
reading the New Republic. A one-armed
man with goggles Just over from France
being led on Fifth avenue by a pretty
girl. A celebrated mans tailor with a
wrnkled. i'll fitting suit. A subway
shoveler at Herald Square weeping at q
war bulletin. A window cleaner at the
tenth floor trying to balance a pole
on his nose TO amuse a crowd in Forty
sixth street
Despite the rumors OF dynamite plots in
New York. II must be conceded that the
Teutonic tendency to blow up modern
music has lessened materially in these
grave times. Up on Washington Heights
where the German bands have been blow
ing the soul of contemporary symphony
for years there is not a tweet nowadays
The wind seems to have been shut OF
at Its source.