The Washington herald., 1917-12-10

New York. Dec. 1G.-As Samuel
Pepys would record in his diary: After
breakfast for a walk through the town
and to- call on my wife's cozzen from
the West and deemed her one Of the
prettiest maids I ever saw and right
sensible withal and she and I to a
carnival and / spent two pounds on
this and that, but it was for charity.
Home for lunch and find J. Price. a
fellow from my native heath, who has
been in China for the past year and
he tells me OF his love for the Orient
and OF the low prices there and he
fetched for my wife. poor wretch, a
silken house dress, hand painted and
trimmed with gay roses which must
have cost him ten pounds. And Q pair
Of cheap bed slippers for myself albeit
1 held my tongue.
In the afternoon to hang up some
pictures in my work room that Jean
Knctt, Herb Roth. George McManus
and Bud Fisher have drawn and
slipped from the step-ladder rakinG
my shins and putting me in an ILL
humor.
Castle dance and then to another war
entertainment where Louis Mann, the
actor, played auctioneer and a Russian
gentleman paid 100 pounds for a knit
ting bag for his companion.
And at the tables / saw Mistress
Margaret Ellington and her husband,
Mr.. Bowes. Miss Fanny Hurst. the
style writer; Gen. DUPONT, Mai. Wal
lace McCutcheon. who has won high
honors at war; Mr.. Billie Erb and his
bride, Miss Grace Field, and many
others.
And Nat Wills brought his horde Of
tramps from the Hippodrome and
gave a comick performance. and Miss
Peggy O'Neill sold a doll she had
dressed herself for a small fortune. All
very merry until early in the morning.
And so home and to bed.
There are tricks even In the sailor
boys trade. Consider this one OF the
young man whose war vessel Is
anchored somewhere in New York He
went to hotel on Broadway the other
morning at o'clock. He signed the
register, but did not speak.
Next morning he came down stairs
at IL o'clock in a rage. To the day
clerk he told the story OF having left
a call for o'clock and OF not having
been called. Then he hurried to the
manager.
II am six hours late reporting at
my post" he said. 'T was not called.
1t is the fault OF the hotel and I want
written letter TO the commander OF
my ship. saying the blame is yours"
The manager didn't even smile. He
hA lnNF to- Ill
That was the tenth one he had written
that morning.
Those who complain about letters
being a day or so late should stop in
Trinity Church at the head of Wall
Street, and learn how sweetly William
]. Boyd. the sexton. takes such catas-
trophies.
Mr.. Boyd was trying to feel optimis-
tic in spite OF the war the other day
when the postman handed him a
postal card. 1t looked rather odd. It
had been only twenty-five years in
arriving. The postal bore the post
mark, October Is. 1892" and on the
other side the writer had put the same
date.
The card was addressed to "Zexton,
Trinity Church." and it read: MY
niece left her umbrella in our pew
last Sunday. Please take care Of 1t
and will call for it next Sunday"
Although 1t took the card a quarter Of
century to arrive it was mailed at
Station D, which is only about two
miles away on the East Side.
There is a man on Broadway who
has been Dragging about saving Is
cents by staying away from the the
ater and its war tax. He buys 25-cent
drinks for almost anybody who will
listen to him brag about It