The Washington herald., 1918-08-12
By DMc

New York. Aug. 12.-As Samuel
Pepys would record in his diary:
Up betimes and trimmed myself
after a weeks growth and donned
my brave new Palm Beach surtout,
and IL my present luck continues
there will be a blizzard before the
weeks end.
To breakfast with Louis Mann,
who hath struck a fine new play,
and he did comment wittily me-
thought on the new near beer ap-
pearinS in the taverns declaring
that It looked like beer and tasted
like beer. but once you've got the
stun inside you you realize it lacks
authority.
For a walk to Sheridan Square
and the talk is that the price OF
garrets is so high that many folk
of the village must move into lift
apartment. and at the Purple Pup
a girl who sold cigarettes discuss
ed free love and other nonsense.
And i set out money here for a
tierce Of claret to send to Mr.. Boyn-
ton who hath fallen sick OF the
staggers.
Through thetown on a bus and
/ fell to gaze upon a pretty maid.
In seat close, and she on me. but
my companion did go about to take
her by the hand and did until the
conductor came along and broke up
their amours.
Home where I found an Official
looking document purporting that
was 10 be interned for the duration
OF the war. and / in great excite
ment made haste to call UP the
sender and found the rogue had
played a prank on me. But Lord
what a relief! And 1 laughed too.
rather sickly.
Ny wife. poor wretch. very fine
today in a new gown of laced cuffs
and we strolled on the heath and
saw the new fashion of women
eschewing hats and carrying para
soils. which looked quaint, and in a
window at the Savoy we saw Mis-
tress Anna Held who hath had
relapse and looked so very frail.
And in a coach we saw Sir Fran
els y. Bushman, the cinema player.
newly married, and his bride Mics
Beverly Bayne, appearing very
happy. And on the Mall was Mr..
Scnwab. the ship maker. striding
along briskly for exercise. News
this day that Arthur Roche. the
scrivener, hath a fine new son.
In the late evening with X. c. Bea-
ton and Mrs. Beaton and Mr.. LilIi-
bridge In a gasolene Wagon over
Long Island and, being dusty, we put
into the Castle Tavern, and there
brushed ourselves and supped and
mighty fine Africa music on banjoes
and dancing, all mighty merry. Home
late by moonlight, the prettiest night
ever I saw. and / gret romantic un-
til my wife hushed me. And so to
bed.
Introducing Dan Slack, the motor
cowboy Of Plum Brook, near New
York. 1t is a long walk from his
river pasture where he keeps the
cows to the barn where he milks
them. Dan does not walk any longer,
Morning and night he cranks up his
fivver and goes bounding over hin
and ale to round up the cattle and
drive them to or from pasture.
Down on Broadway, near the Win
ter Garden. there has Just been OPEN
ed an all night millinery shop. 1t Is
French in design and name and its
patrons are people of the stage. who
have so little time during the day to
buy headgear that the need of this
kind OF a shop was apparent. The
place has started off with a rushing
business, employing seven sales
women.
Buyers coming to New York are
bombarding the newspapers with let
ters complaining about the office
hours Of New York business men.
They say that II a buyer visits an
office before $3.50 a. m, between I1:S
a. m. and .. m. or after 4:30 p. M.
the boss has not arrived, is at a res
taurant or has gone for the day. The
buyers are wondering for what the
quarter of an hour before lunch time
is consumed. In wickeder, wetter
days this could be understood. But
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