The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1917-02-23
New York, Day by Day
By o. d. MCINTYRE.

SPECIAL Correspondent Of The Washington Herald
New York, Feb. s22.-The patriotic fun
mace which Germans in the United States
have been so assiduously tending since
the war began has either gone out Or
some one has shut the door to keep the
flames from scorching other persons
feeling.
AT least the street orator with the waist
line and the forehead where the eye
brows and hair struggle to keep from
overcrowding each other has disappeared
and with his many other visible and
vocal indications that the Kaiser still has
a few 'hochers" left this side of the
Rhine
For instance, there's a restaurant in
Broadway where the atmosphere, the
food and the language spoken by patrons
and walters reek of the "Vaderland."
Until few days ago the imperial eagle
of Germany hung outside the door. Now
the Stars and Stripes are there.
But worst bloc of all, the bust OF the
benign Wilhelm, the Kaiser of the Prus-
slams and the noblest Hohenzollern of
them all, has DISAPPEARED from its wonted
place in the restaurant. In the place of
wilhelm there is a statue of Liberty smil-
ing little at the incongruity of standing
where Wilhelm so lately stood.
And the German newsboys do not call
out their newspapers in the German any
more. They only yell German news
papers" instead of the Volksblatt. Zeltung
and the rest
After Rev William Sunday comes to
New York the seas of repentance may
wash New York as white as the driven
snow. but in the meantime the workmen
building the tabernacle on Upper Broad
way are going to consume quite a bit of
beer and whisky.
So far as the salOonkeepers in the
neiShbOrhoOd are concerned, it seems
Rev. Billy may come each year and
they'll pay the rent. Business has been
record making since the foundations for
the tabernacle were laid
Two hundred extra workmen are on the
job and the dens of alcohol are putting
on new bartenders.
grave tall quiet man with chiselled
face tucked a violin beneath his chin
the other evening in the concert room of
the Hotel Majestic He looked far beyond
the mlstry rows of faces and with finn
hand swept the bow across the strings
and the angels sang in their serenity.
! care little for music, but somehow II
touched me. II was Kreisler playing
Kreisler the master. The last note died
away in Il thin spun tone and with a
ghost smile on his face he waited for the
uphare OF the orchestra. Once more his
firm bow leaped and showered notes Of
bird song and June melody and always
the notes sank, as rapture sinks. into the
grave perfection of the hour when day
is done and stiffness folds the world
The great audience scarcely breatheG
until the end. And then a mighty sign
arose before six or seven hundred hands
smote in glad acclaim. Descending,
dazed. back into the common lay.
heard a woman in the seat behind re-
mark: DO you suppose. my dear. that
we can get that record for our phono-
graph"
1t was showing on Broadway and the
people were scurrying for the sui way
exits. A little puppy, lost in the Heart
of the city. whined at the curb ana
looked anXiOusly into the hurrying crwods
No one it seemed was interested in lost
puppy. In about a half hour a ragged
newsie blue from the cold ran out of a
doorway and put the canine under his
fTayed coat Then he dashed for drug
store and with ten cents purchased a
plate of hot milk for his founding. A
newspaper reporter was in the drug
store. He interviewed the boy. I'm an