The Washington herald., 1917-09-21
New York, Day by Day
by o. o. MCINTYRE.

New York, Sept. 0.-As Samuel
! Pepys would record In his diary: Up
early to arrange my affairs for fort
night in the country and came c.
I Hughes from Chicago for breakfast
] and remarked naively that the Ger
mans were going to have a Rigorous
winter and that he was tired of the
whole Rigamarole.
All OF which is remindful of the
! jest of the man who declared that he
| did not believe the stories about the
Germans dropping poisoned candy in
! France. Il think it's just Boche," he
said.
For a stroll in the Park and find the
leaves falling and the air crisp and
all the townfolk are returning from
the seaside. And on the Mall the re-
cru is are drilling doggedly. And
thought of the paw-paw season back
home and how | gorged on the fruit
each year.
Came man, long racked by disease,
in a wheeled contrivance and he STOP
ped near where sat and he talked
Of the war and of metaphysics and
how he believed that the world was
undergoing a change that drought US
nigh the Truth that makes us free.
anu ilV SpiIpAdlAltu HOl Will Oh
his infirmities but looked upon the
world with a CHEEKY eye albeit life has
been chock full of disappointments
for him. And he gave me his name
and his street number and 1 went to
the flower shop and dispatched to him
bunch Of posies.
Much talk in the cafes of the lack
of young men for dancing partners on
account Of the world tragedy which
struck me as nothing to worry about
To my dentist where 1 jocularly re-
marked that l wanted a fang removed
and he spoke of it as a bicusped and
seemed annoyed at my Righteousness.
And he jabbed a nut-pick into the
cavity and I grabbed him by the
vhiskers and screamed Murder" and
before l could say Jack Robinson he
had removed the offending molar.
Home where I boasted to my wife,
poor wretch, of my heroism and she
seemed not at all impressed. To the
station and by tram to the country,
very tired. And SO to bed.
West Sixty-3eventh street, between
Central Park west and Columbus
avenue. has been christened the
"high-brow belt" by the sob sisters
on New York journals. A few years
ago West Sixty-seventh street was
about as conspicuous in metropolitan
life as a dress suit at the opera.
Then Charles Dana Gibson picked
out the street for the cooperative
studio known as Cafe des Artistes.
On the same block another co-opera-
live studio for artists and musicians
was erected. Now the street is lined
with studio buildings for artists and
musicians.
One stumbles over the great at
every step. On one walk through
the thoroughfare I saw James Mont
gomery Flagg, supreme master Of
pen and ink; Franklin Kitchen. dean
of the voice teachers; Arthur William
Brown, the short story illustrator de
luxe and many other of the celebri-
ties who are carving special inches
in the world of art.
Gone are the glories of Washington
Square and Greenwich Village. Only
the struggling Bohemians who in
habit attics live there now. The new
world of art resides in imposing
buildings and glides about in linn
cuisines.
There was wild argument in
Sixth avenue self-service restaurant
the other morning which progressed
as far as the street. 1t appeared
from the general oral clamor that
some attendant had removed a cup
Of coffee and piece OF pie from one
of the tables while. the owner was
busy getting more food in another
part Of the restaurant THE bone
heads" remarked the indignant din
er, to a group on the curb. when
goes after a sandwich put my
spoon across the top Of my coffee
and a fork across my pie. OF course
anyone knows that means I'm com
ing back. An the cleanup guy taxes
1t all away. Kin y'beat thatV