The Washington herald., 1917-08-19
New York, Day by Day
BY o. o. MCINTYRE.

Special Correspondence Of Washington Herald.
New Yok, Aug. 1S.-It is an old
adage that it is poor form for those
who live in glass bungalows to hurl
dornicks. 1t took some time for this
truth to sink through the skull of
James II. Bently, but 1t was finally
driven home in the Tombs Court.
Mr.. Bently is a lecturer on tenn
perance. He tells about the stun
that men guzzle to steal away their
brains and his circuit is on the Bow
cry and Chinatown street corners.
He had just finished a soap box
grafton the other evening in front
of 10 cent flop house.
Thomas Willow, who labors in the
bitches, came along and Mr.. Bently
got into an alteration. He told
his story in court. This man stag
gered into me and nearly knocked
me over" said Mr.. Bently, and
when 1 demonstrated he became abu-
sive. 1 believe in the interest of the
public any man who is subject to
drink and has an evil temper should
be clapped into Jail. where he be-
longs. 1 admit that have no SYM
pathy for this man and desire him
to be heavily fined or sent to the
workhouse for a good long stay. His
face shows that he is a liquor slave
When Mr.. Bently finished this ora
tion he dropped a pencil which he
had in his hand. He stopped to
recover ii. Another small object
fell on the floor. 1t was a hypoder-
mic needle. The policeman who had
made the arrest on Mr.. Bentley's in
sistence, even after the prisoner had
explained that he was dazed by
the heat, stopped over and picked
up the needle.
The upshot Of it was that Mr.
Bently, dreading any one enslaved
by habit, was held in $500 bail
for having narcotics in his possess
sion. Mr.. Willow breezed out in
safety and about his mouth there
lurked the suspicion of a smile.
The war stocks are boiling again
in Wall street. Whether Wall street
knows or has any inside information
is something else again-but the fact
is that Wall street expects a long
war. Many of the brokerage houses
are adding to their forces and even
during the intense hot weather the
brokers are not dashing off for the
watering places to chase the balmy
zephyrs.
A prominent newspaper in re-
cent issue said: THE important
development of the week in the stock
shown by the war stocks In response
to the accumulation of news, point
my convincingly to the conclusion
more prolonged than had been an
ticipated."
DR.. Moritz D. Splitter, a chiropodist,
who attends to the feet of the young
er and more dashing set of Gotham,
has filed a suit for $4,000 damages
against one of the white tiled Child's
restaurants-know by the Broadway
cut-ups as the Cafe Au Faunt.
DR.. Spitzer dropped into one Of the
restaurants on Fourteenth street, he
declates in his suit, and asked to be
permitted to inhale one of their choice
soups The pretty female waitress
brought him a steaming plate of It,
After gargling the major portion,
DIR. Splitter busted off his mustache,
slipped the waitress a jitney and
walked out. Then he felt something
in his stomach that he thought didn't
belong there. That was nineteen
months ago. The doctors, he says,
told him tacks were in the soup. The
Childs people aked proof and DR..
Splitter exhibited an X-Ray in court
showing the tacks and their exact To-
cation and now it is up to the court
to decide If he accumulated the hard
ware at Childs'.
During the hottest day that YOU
read about in New York a group of
chorus girls paraded Broadway stock
ingless and wearing sandals. They
marched two blocks and a police
man shooed them home.