The Washington herald., 1918-12-21

, Special Correspondent Of The Washington Herald.
New York. Dec. ao.-The little side
street lunch rooms of lower Broad
way are the theaters of cosmopolitan
New York. At midday the lunch
| room Is the mise en- scene for COM
edy where many actors play their
little parts quite unconsciously. The
stage is the white-tiled floor. nlled
chairs. all in the perpetual glare of
the electric bulbs under ground-glass
refectors.
Behind the marble counter are the
bar maids, drink singers with broken
English speech, who serve the cohee
and milk to thirsty men and women
mostly women. Presiding over the
feasting Is the camera-eyed detective
VINO never forgets a face. He watches
mostly for the overcoat thieves.
In the center of the room In little
cage Is bent form with a green shade
hloing an anxious face-anxious over
the many problems that vex in the
collection of Thea impost at a major
| port OF entry. Near the window sits
a Greek with jet black hair, keen eyes
and broken visage. The sun and wind
OF the Aegean may have seasoned that
swarthy skin. and the possessor of II
may be patriot or pirate.
The fun features and plump form.
the luminous black eyes of the one
In front OF you are OF Semitic origin
her remote ancestors once went with
the Biblical Rebecca to the well, Just
beyond is one tossing a vivaclous head
on which is a red turban. topped with
| a knot of red worsted, like the pompon
| on the cap of a French sailor. Tucked
Under this headgear is heavy growth
or red hair, and gray eyes which look
| dauntlessly from a saucy face.
At the next table is a girl in a white
fur turb6n and tippet-a polar bear.
No. you are wrong, for when she
turns and looks at you it is with the
mild eyes of a gazelle. The proteau
/ instinct of womanhood selected her
disguise.
And there is the bus girl-passing 20
and fro with loads of stoneware
dishes. She has the look of a South
ern mulatto. Ask her and she will
| answer with a flowing tropical list.
'Hispaniole, Ku-ba-" She is one of
the few who has not aped the manner
VI NSN lOIh III ltdu uItSs. NOW ana
then above the clatter of dishes and
voices there Is the sound of quarrel
! ing. Someone has tried to 20 by the
cashier without paying the check.
Perhaps a policeman is called and the
culprit is led away.
| In one of the little lunch rooms down
town there is a dance floor upstairs
where working girls may dance to the
| tune of a four-piece orchestra for 5
I cents a dance.
| A little German dachshund was seen
in Bronx public park the other day
| licking the little gold star that his
master wore on his sleeve What a
theme for a poet. What an idea for
a short story,
Six pretty Southern widows have
| purchased a fine old home in the West
| Thirties and are to spend the rest of
| their days there. For sentimental rea-
sons no one wants to marry again.
/ They had a little money, but decided
| they could live better by pooling their
| interests and purchasing a big home.
| The rooms they have vacant they rent
| OUTPUT only to women. 1t is ar
| Adamless Eden and they do not want
I 10 be tempted.
A soldier of the American army with
! his left leg gone sat in the foyer OF
/ a New York hotel the other evening.
! Naturally groups passing in and out
gave him respectful glances. Suddenly
! his face was seen to twitch and finally
he burst into a loud fit OF laughing.
| Someone asked him what was the mat
ter by golly" he replied. the bot
tom of my foot that got shot off keeps
| itching SO. II would be like one OF
those Hun rascals to keep it just to
tickle and worry me"