The Washington herald., 1918-07-08
By DWIG

New York. July 7.-As Samuel
Pepys would record in his diary: Up
and very merry over the plight of
the hand-maiden. The morning be-
ing cold was deep under the COW
ers and in making the bed she
grabbed the hair OF my head and
was so affrighted she screamed loud
enough to rouse the neighborhood
and rushed out of the house and has
not returned. The Jade believes in
ghosts they say.
To breakfast with Robert Ronde,
the scrivener, who had a great gum
boil and was in i'll humor and poor
company and alone on the heath
with my dog for a great frolic and
the constable drove me away for
not having the brute muzzled.
For a walk through the town ani
at the Lion Dor saw a fellow
sprinkle pepper in his ale and he
told me that it was a habit he learn
ed from G. K. Chesterton. the nov
elist, and 1t was remindful of the
gossip at the Players that ,Gencge
Arliss. the play actor salts his brew
before Quaffing.
To a new art store run by a weaz-
ened old man who smoked innumer-
able Russian cigarettes and there
saw rare old tapestries, rugs and
rings and carYen boxes from East
ern countries and Tuscan pendants
| finely wrought and the dealer broke
seven languages and knew Abdul
the Sultan and told of his licentious-
ness and he had seen the Gar. late
fy reported slain and had talked
with him and considered him a su-
perstitious weakling.
Home and fell to reading a foolish
copy of verses and came Mr.. Her
rick and Mr.. Tilton and we played
at billiards. 1 as usual paying the
reckoning. Ny wife, poor wretch,
set out this day by water for the
country and I greatly vexed scarce
said farewell for which 1 am sorry
and / sent a note by barge after her
which was apologetic.
Great news OF the fleet and army
and wise heads say the end of the
struggle is not far off. In the eve
ming dined alone at Syrian inn. the
food being foul and stunk, and the
service sloven and by foot to the
home OF Mr.. Hackett, the play-actor.
mighty noble house. well furnish
ed with good pictures and furni-
ture and a great deal of company
and exceedingly great cheer. Home
late and so to bed.
She tourneyed to Bohemia by ele-
waited train and disembarked at Eighth
street in a penetrating rain. She had
no umh rella, but a long-haired youth
drew nigh and said: Come hither.
grille, and keep your feathers dry"
He surely is an artist she thought,
and took his arm. He'll lead me to
restaurant and feed me something
warm" He led her to a beanery all
right, all right, all right, and fed her
much spaghetti, she was satiated,
quite. He drank a quart Of purple
wine then bolted for the door, and
Mary Ann, the innocent was left
to pay the score. For the moral of
this story you have not far to seek;
1t happens nearly every day in nearly
every week. If you go into Bohemia
and thread its devious ways, you'll
find It is the grille who pays, and
pays, and pays.
The subwayette, as the new ticket
choppers in the subway are called.
have given New York another touch
of the feminine invasion. They are
doing the work and releasing men for
service and the male employees are not
at all resentful. Ticket chopping is
scarcely a mans job In any event.
The ticket chopper merely stands
guardian over the box where subway
passengers drop their tickets before
entering the platform for the trains.
After q number Of them are dropped
into the box, the chopper lifts a han
die controlling a knife and the tickets
are chopped into bits. It is somewhat
like being a hammock demonstration
or a valet to the fuzzy little dogs
that lead the limousine life on Fifth
avenue