The Washington herald., 1918-11-11
By DMC

Special Ccrrcspondent Of The Washington Herald
New York, Nov. 10-As Samuel
Pepys would record in his diary: Up
by the cocks crow. A black boy COM
ing to tell me that a girl lately from
our heath was Ill of the plague and
could get no one 10 attend her and
we pressed our hand maiden into
service until danger was past.
Our new neighbor next door it de-
velops Is Mistress Lillian Russell, who
wears the uniform Of the marines
and she is singing in the variety halls
to pay for the bonds she bought \
noble woman of brave carriage.
For breakfast with my wife. poor
wretch and she-Cozzen and fine
spread OF griddle cakes and sausage
and large tankards of syrup. Lord
/ Woodrow's pleas in the public print
noble reading and silken words.
A jack-a-napes on the highway was
returning from a revel and some one
had pinned a placard on him and a
great crowd followed with smokers
and the proud fellow thought it was
his surtout. very amusing.
Came Gil Patten, the Scrivener who
has been summering in the Maine
woods and was finely bronzed and
cigarettes. poor fellow. In the old
days he brought greatly Joy with his
Frank Merriwelr' novels written
under the name Of Burt l. Standish.
For a walk through the town and
met Mr.. Browder who tells of Doc
tor Crane being out of the hospital
after a long spell with an infected
foot and thence TO Claridges where
the walters are on strike and a China
boy served me and l saw Emerson
Hough there and Mr. Dupont
Home all the afternoon where with
great preparations for the party at
a clubhouse on the tip end of the
island and l was asked to go as a
drug addict and my wife as a Rowery
wenCh and we had the costumer and
tried on comick clothes.
And on the way in our masquerade
togs the benzine buggy struck
another and a shower of glass fell
all over us and jolted US badly. And
I thought of crowds gathering and
seeing our costumes and we hurried
away.
Through many narrow streets I
had never seen and then light and
1 Lord what an assemblage! RennoId
Wolf as an Apache: Karl Kitchen a.
an East Side politician; L. NJ. Bell as
a play actor; Mr.. Webster as a
, stevedOre: Mr.. Lillibrdge as a street
cleaner; Mr.. Brinkerhof as a barten-
der and the women in wild bilious COL
Ors and we danced to African music
and ate sandwiches of beefsteak and
home late and to bed.
Tad the cartoonist. was telling
10 IIah m ha
fellows in a poolroom tanning about
a mutual friend who is with Pershimy
on the other side. Ones number had
just been called said rather sarcasti-
| Cally about the mutual friend: Yes,
| I'll admit that he is over there. He
enlisted all right, but he's got it soft
| in the Medical Corps"
The other one raised his eyebrows
and drawled: Yes, he has at that.
He reminds me of the bIoke who
feared the submarines and went to
Europe without any baggage. He
practically had nothing to lose but
his life"
The strike of walters in the large
New York hotels means the end of
high class service. Formerly the
guest was met by the head waiter,
| turned over to a captain who took
the order while a bus boy brought ice
water and condiments and then the
waiter served the food. Captains and
bus boys have gone with the first
draft. The mattresses that are now
doing duty will be used only. tempor-
arily as a New York law forbids them
to serve drinks.
The hotel men see the handwriting
on the wall. What is coming is the
self serving carbohydrates de luxe
of the white tiled cafeterias that dot
Broadway. There is no other way
out. New Orleans has, It is reported,
big hotel with a cheap restaurant
for those who desire it and 1t has
proved a mint.