The Washington herald., 1918-05-06

| Special Correspondent Of The Washington Herah-
| New York. May 5.-As Samuel
Pepys would record in his diary: To
breakfast with a Persian gentleman,
man Of very fine parts. and here
mighty good discourse on the war.
To the booksellers and there bought
roguish French book and on the
highway a fellow in a benzine buggy
struck a Wagon and then got out
and went over to a policeman and
| said he wanted to be placed in gaol.
For what?" asked the officer. For
being a damn fool and buying such
contraption." he replied and the Of
ficer laughed heartily.
To the Waldorf where the scriven-
ers have been holding a pow-wow
and hunted vainly for Harry Taylor
John A. Parks and many others and
thence to the Astor to find Sir Mar
/, cellus Foster from Houston and fail
ing at that walked to the Battery,
five miles. which made me stir and
the fear grows that 1 am getting old.
To Liberty Loan rally where came
Carolyn Wells. Charming Pollock,
Benjamin De Casseres. the poet, A.
H Woods. Otto H. Kahn and Ellis
Parker Butler and Butler told me Of
the time he used to think he was a
famous person. His Pigs is Pigs
story attracted wide notice and one
day he was looking through who's
Who" and found he was Alice Parker
Butler.
For call on a friend who became
welded only six months ago and was
prepared to pay my compliments and
learned in confidence that he had left
her in fit Of temper and she had
| gone to the western city Reno which
seems a sad ending for what looked
like true love match. Very de-
pressed. I dropped in at a variety
hall where I saw Indifferent acting.
This day I set out more than two
pounds for pair of brogans fer the
summer and the high prices will yet
make me a subject for public charity.
| casting my accounts I find that 1
can put by but very little and get so
many good men, are giving up their
all to fight that feel like an migrate
for complaining.
DINNER alone, my wife. poor wretch,
oelng still away and in the evening to
game of cards but the company
was irksome and left early and in
nired carriage I drove in the park
ana watched the moon and the p-et-
ty things of nature which always
make me VOW to be a better man and
with Gods help 1 mean to. And so,
very contented. to bed.
James Pomeroy Howe, son Of Ed
Howe. the Atchison, Kan. philoso-
pher, was in New York this week on
l nj
Howe was in the theatrical business
with a Broadway actor. The two
went South and Joined a minstrel
show.
A week was all they could stand,
ana then they started home. In the
railroad yards at Memphis, Tenn. a
Dig, rough looking brakeman tore
open the door Of the box car.
Hey" he growled. ''Whaddye
mean by riding in this carr"
Howe looked at the club the brake
man held. Then, as his teeth chat
tered, he assumed an air of surprise.
| Why, didn't you want US to ride
in it?' he asked,
New York has been entertaining
this week six grizzled veterans from
Kentucky who have been trying to
wrest living from their patches of
land. Along came a land boom and
they found themselves well of. They
decided to come to the big town to-
gether and see the sights. They put
up at Fifth Avenue hotel and smok-
ed fifty cent cigars and even went to
the Midnight Frolics. But the novel;
ty that interested them most was rid
ing in the subway. They spent about
three hours day riding from one
end Of the town to the other and the
reporters picked up a lot of bright
conversation by following them
along. New York's alright said
one, but there amt enough out of
| doors about the place."