The Washington herald., 1917-11-15


New York, Nov. A-watching Fifth
avenue awake at s o'clock in the
morning is one of the most interesting
sights in New York. There Is very
little traffic except for chauffeurs with
empty limousines bound on unguess-
able errands and a few young men in
taxis headed for the park. where ma
ture heals the night before alcoholic
past
The window washers. with their dar-
ing ladders, are active, whistling and
happy. A little fur dealer opens the
door Of his fur shop and lets the
Gagged odors Of the night out into the
street. A man in white kid gloves
dresses a jewelers. window, putting
Jewels in as carefully as II they were
explosives.
A dresser in q book store takes out
set Of the British ciassicks-the ''k''
adds to the prioe-and replaces it with
some Lambs in morocco clothing.
Personally he admires Irwin Cobb and
Louis Vance, but he recommends Ad-
Olson and Lamb.
Next door a modest dresser-who Is
tired from fox trottlng the night be-
fore-draws the silk curtains while he
puts a hfty-dollar mighty on an un-
blushing manikln. A famous pho
tographer is telling an assistant to re-
move from the showcase at his door
the picture Of a man who has been re-
vealed by the morning papers as pro-
German.
High I'D in a rug store an old man
leans out a window and pulls in the
service flag to add another star. Mr..
Finnigan. the expert on Saruks, Is 60
ing to the war and he hopes to see
Bagdad while abroad.
In another hour the ceaseless tide
of traffic will swirl down the avenue.
Brokers bound for Wall Street glide by
at 10 and then comes the ladies in their
nfauve limousines and the pushcart
men come to go through their daily
experience of being chased away.
There comes a wild honking and traf-
fic men salute while a big red car ig-
noring traffic laws sails by. Every
cop smiles. Inside the car Is his
honor. the mayor, who doesn't have
to obey traffic rules.
From 0 o'clock until the avenue
will be like a beehive, the motion pic
ture of progress, richness and ambr-
ton, the show window Of the new
world and at 8 It is as deserted as a
village street on Sunday noon.
A group of brokers In Hahn's res
taurant downtown at lunch time were
discussing the Importance of camou-
fiage in the war. Then the subject
turned to the meaning Of the word.
One mana French scholar-gave a
learned treatise on the birth OF the
word and its literal meaning.
And hs remarks left the brokers in
Just as much darkness as before. FL
nally one man turned to George Hey
den and asked his definition Of the
word.
Heard atop a bus: what do you
think Of Mr.. Blanks literary abili-
tyr"
"I think he is turning out some
mighty good stun. He's a genius"
TT is strange to hear you say that
The other day he told me he thought
you were an egotistical plagiarist."
She belongs to the Bobbed Haired
School of Thinkers. Her one horror
is to be considered normal Every
morning she takes a Persian cat out
on a leash. Her gowns are Egyp-
tian like and her feet are sandaled
Cigarettes are too plebian. She smokes
little black cigars.
She can speak three languages and
quote Ibsen backwards She hates the
poor and drinks brandy in coffee. She
was born and raised on farm in
Indiana and has been in New York
three years. There 10 no moral or
point to the story. But perhaps 1t
shows what New Yor6 will do II one
does not watch ones hsp.