The Washington herald., 1918-07-25

New York. July a-willie's mad
fronc has caused some freakish
changes in the nocturnal life OF this
muchly vaunted metropolis. Since the
skids were placed under the all-night
resorts the most exclusive restaurant
in town 10 Childs' hashery on Colum-
bus Circle. The Childs string of white
tiled eateries are where the hap-jack
artists In their white caps disport for
the amusement of the window
shoppers.
No drinks are served at Childs un-
less you bring your own with you.
The place Is getting to have all the
color that once was Jacks near the
Hippodrome.
The other morning Miss Geraldine
Farrar drifted into Childs at a quar-
ter to in the morning. Tables were
as scarce as sirloin steaks in Berlin.
Nobody tainted at her. entrance be-
cause Childs Is one Of the exclusive
places.
Should the Prince of Wales come
over here to visit he will no doubt
be taken to Childs and there eat war
wheat cakes opposite Frank Moran
or Jim Corbett.
Miss Farrar was accompanied by
her soulful-eyed husband, Mr.. Lou
Tellegen and the party sat down al
no table-cloth and the serviettes are
Of paper. While they were partaking
Of fodder, an old-fashioned fight
reminiscent of the Battling Nelson
Grill at Jack's-started outside the
door. Walters rushed out and blew
police whistles and everything was
lovely.
To wind up the morning in fitting
style, the Farrar party clambered into
an ancient one-horse carry-all to be
driven homeward by Mike, the
familiar one-tooth Circle cabby.
The restaurant is filled nightly with
the familiar faces Of Broadwa
and yet earlier in the evening I was in
one of the pre-war favorite cafes near
Times Square. Every table was taken
but in the whole assemblage there
was not q familiar face. A waiter
said that nearly all Of their patronage
was composed OF folk from out-of-
town.
The day was spring-like and the
Bryant Park benches were filled
Seated on one bench was a plumr
young italian mother-bareheaded-
with glossy black hair cleaning In the
sunlight. Her "bambino" with round
black beads Of eyes. was placidly
lying in a baby carriage basking in
the suns warmth.
Across the park careened a young
woman OF the servina girl type. She
was ever SO much worse for looking
upon wine when 1t was red. In her
hand was a small feather duster, with
which she coyly tickled the unsuspect-
ing occupants Of the benches.
Steering a zig-zag course for the
baby carriage. she bent over and
tickled the baby on its little snut
nose and then stood back to watch
the results. The baby let out a spunky
little cry. The mother sprang up ant
gave the tipsy female the pummelins
of her life. 1t was all over in a min.
ute. The mother returned to her seat
like plump. sleek mother cat-with
claws.
These are unusual times and people
want to cry. On Broadway there are
two picture houses that do a good
business every day. Last week the
two houses had exactly the same pro.
gram-except one advertised that q
well-known singer. would sing Bring
Back My Daddy to Me-" plaintive
war melody. As result the business
was almost double that Of its rival
THE song made people cry" said the
manager, "and that Is what they
want. Nearly every member of a
moving picture audience has someone
in the service" This information Is
given for what II Is worth to the pic
ture houses in smaller cities.