The Washington herald., 1917-02-19
New York, Day by Day
BY o. o. MCINTYRE.

Special Correspondent of The Washington Hcrald
New York. Feb. lS.-As Samuel Pepys
would record in his diary: Up betimes to
read the public prints of the rumors of
war and laugh heartily at Ding's cartoon
of Uncle Sam trying to wash out his only
shirt while Mars knocks at the front door.
SO feeble is my intellect that can under
stand nothing of diplomatic relations al
belt have one diplomatic relation-a
cousin-who stays at a hotel when he
comes to town instead of coming to my
house
To an inn for breakfast and become
greatly angered because the serving per-
son gave me only one tiny syrup cup to
moisten three large cakes and l make a
display of temper which seemed foolish
and left the place shamefacedly R.
Brinkerhoff. the sketcher, calls to tell me
OF his approaching marriage in March to
Miss Patterson. although he did not bid
me to the wedding which seemed inhos-
pitable, although I held my tongue when
l reflected on the high cost of wedding
gifts and other things.
For a stroll on Broadway and see I
Cobb, the chronicler. and he tells me Of
the new cigar named after him down
Paducah way. hut withheld any samples
he might have had concealed about his
person. With my wife to Michael's
where see the new spring fashions. hut
became so fascinated by the beauty OF a
pretty model wearing a purple gown thar
was loath to leave
In the evening by tram to a CAV party
at Sheepshead Bay, where I hear MANY
droll tayles and listen to a harmonIca
solo, very sweet and inspiring See
Mistress Mary Pickford and her husband
owen. and many others whose salaries
make my pittance seem even more in
intestinal albeit would not trade places
GO ha1v
bed N ~
An old woman moved YEARLY along
broadway at night. The bitter wind ont
ner thlh clothing. She no longer CLAIMED
her hands for warmth, but STUNNED ~,
with her head down as IL ready TO give
up the fight
Near Astor place girl stepped from
restaurant. She invited the WOMAN ~
enter and have food She began ~
words could not be understood
A man inside stepped to the door ano
humble between her chapped lips. The
barre the entrance. He was stout
heavy checks and long mustaches,
only respectable people come in here
he said coldly
The old woman without a word or
remonstrance turned resignedly awav.
The girl paused to protest. Then she
Il.
her dollar and the woman dropped 70
her knees on the sidewalk and mumh1ed
prayer. All of this happened on Broad
Way-that gay street where all is light
and laughter.
The uptown tide OF business continues
to sweep away those theaters of the last
generation that still cling to what was
once the heart of New York's Rialto.
Wallack's has gone. the Bijou has gone
and now Weber's Theater, at Broadway
and Twenty-ninth street is about to dis
appear.
A syndicate will erect an office build
ing on the site. Profane house wreckers
with hammer and chisel will frighten
away the ghosts of dead and bygone
plays that still linger about the old stage
Lillian Russell in "Fiddle-dee-dee,"
'Whoop-dee-dee" and other productions
Of similar depth; Fay Templeton in
Onions" "The sickness of Gelatine."
and other problem plays and Weber and
F1elds-NIike and Myer-in their fore
runner of the movie comedy.
The theatrical belt is now about Forty
second street and will soon be at Column
bus Circle.