New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-05-22
Registry Office for Barred
Area Looks Like Con-
centration Camp
Teuton Brings Album
To Prove Identity
Sad.Eyed Mother Pleads
with Deputy Marshal
for Her Son


The third floor of tho Federal Build
inc looked lik, German concentration
camp yesterday
More than $500 unnaturalized Ger
mans rushed &c the Marshal's office TO
sake advantage Of the announcement
that applications for permits to pass
through the armory zones must DC
Gled By all enemy aliens. despite the
fact that they rei:her lived nor worked
in the "verboten' areas. The Mar
shal's Office opened at s IN the morn
ing. and until almost II last night
thirty special equities in charge Of the
registration were pushed 70 the limit
To-day Marshal Thomas d. Mccarthy
will put on twenty-five additional men,
lie announced last night that his Office
would be open "twcnty-four hours
dav. If necessary" to look after the
unnaturalized Germans who want per
mits.
MAY Get Permits This Week
Thirty other deputies yesterday
started Investigations of the applica-
tions. Their reports will begin to come
in within p few days. and Marshal
Mccarthy announced that he would
then start granting permits. He ex-
poets his new order will result in the
registration Of fully 80 ger cent Of the
unnaturalized Germans in the South
oru District OF New York. which in
cludes Manhattan Island.
All day the elevators shot up and
down loaded with Germans. There was
no let-up at noon. At 1880 the depu-
ties were swallowing their lunches as
they worked.
Despite its size. the crowd in the
rooms adjoining the Marshal's office
was quiet and orderly. The Germans
filed their applications, scattered
around the halls and corridors, and
ohatted volubly. and then went away.
There was no war talk. The crowds
temper on that point could be gagged
by its attitude toward bewhiskered
individual who thought Captain Rim
telen ought 20 have gone scot free"
and told the world so in loud voice
A chorus of Kisses went up from the
Germans around him and he made for
an elevator
ltinerant Photographer Busy
An itinerant tintype photographer
made preparations 20 cash in on the
fac. that every applicant for a permit
must file three small photographs of
himself with the Marshal. He planted
his machine at the door nearest the
elevator entrance and did business
until policeman interfered.
Almost every alien who applies for
"a permit needs individual attention,
and he gets it. too. Marshal Mccarthy,
who is in personal charge Of the reg
istration, was accosted in the corridor
By lean. midde-aged German, who
looked quite chopfallen. The man
dofied his cap.
Il want a permit Mr.. Marshal" he
pleaded in broken English. 81 work
for an express company and have to
drive TO the piers every day. They
said ! couldn't get one and I'll lose
my Job. and I've a wife and three
"We1l fix you up all right Marshal
Mccarthy treasured him. Just put
in your application. You aren't going
to lose your job. Get at the tail end
OF the line outside 3l1." And the
German doffed his cap again and made
for the filing room.
Family Album of No Avail
An obese delicatessen dealer was
filing his application. whats your
height" the deputy asked him. give
feet" Your weight ," "Zwel hundert
vierzehn." Color Of your eyes?
Blue" Got your photographs ~
The German carefully unwrapped
bundle he carried and held out three
large mounted photos, the family al
buns choicest.
These won't do" snapped the dep
uty.
"Say, don't you
NO. we don't Come back with
three small photos. Next"
Along about 5 o'clock a slim, kindly
faced. little German hausfrau tugged
At the sleeve of one of the deputies.
my boy" she said, looking up at
the deputy. "he's seventeen now.
good boy, an ehrlicher Knabe. Elm tap
fcrer Knabe. VIII he need a permit?
We been here three and half years
how. His father sent us over before
the war. He was going to come over,
too. We don't know but we
think he's dead now. My boy is good.
He always behaves. Will he need a
permit"
Her Boy Won't BE Bothered
She wasn't very old. Probably she'd
been a mother at seventeen. Yet her
black hair was whitening at the tenn
Piles, there were fine little lines on
her brow and deep blue circles under
her eyes. Distinct chapters of his
tory were written in that face. As
she spoke two tears coursed down her
cheeks and glistened against the pal
Tor Of her face.
"Your boy won't be bothered,
ma'am." the deputy told her. "Send
him up and let him get his permit.
I'm sure he's a good boy and won't get
into trouble"
And the little frau curtsied and was
gone.
Wilson for Ia vlioht SAVING