The evening world., 1918-05-10
NO, THE VILLAGE
AMT WHAT USED
TO Be; NO., STREE!
Villagers Blame the Summers
and Vice Versa for b.
hemia'S Downfall.

II buluO bruno h1Ould return TO tne
village some Of these days he would
fail 10 recognize tho old Bohemo OF
Carrot times. He'd md tho lid on
Hell Hole" The Open Door, closed.
Tho Three Thieves" captured-and
. mu1zle on THE Vsrmilion Hound
and The Purple Pup"
He'd find Max Bodenhelm nlbblins
waters at the Rabbit Hole. Hippo
lyto Havel eating crumpets at The
Crumperle. and Romnny Marie, Ions
famed for shawl and beads. wearing
a strictly tailored suit OF quiet blue.
Tiny Tim wanders homeless about
the streets selling his Soul-Kiss
sandy. and Sonia, tho Cigarette Girl,
II considering a stock OF sweet choco-
late.
The widest pastime OF the village
Is TO indulge in drink. and their
uickedest Kicker is TEA.
The village IS one tearoom after
another" sighed an ancient inhabi-
tant as he passed up the b~arricaded
doors of former bars and made his
daily rounds TO tho forty-three tea
shops Of the village.
The deserted village would look
like a seething metropolis in com-
parison.
while tho recent raid cases hang
are the villagers. over their teacups
discuss the causes OF the raids and
the future OF the village.
Tha xvtIla-ara b1au,. 10 Az 4ha vim
towners, And tho uptowners blame
II on the villagers. And thus the
ancient feud between Summers" and
'boheminns" Is at It's best,
1T was tho uptown people-the
SUMMERS We call Them said Mary
Carolyn Davies. who made the viii
lage an undesirable place. They were
looking for a place whore they could
be different and, MISLEADING a sort OF
friendliness and informality that has
grown up in tho village for license.
they proceeded to give tho village a
black eye. We OF the village are
glad OF tho raids because they have
closed up tho Objectionable places and
made the village safe for sane liv-
ing"
Arthur II. Moss Of the Quill upholdS
the villagers,
"The raids on the village have
ceased, We hope" he says. probably
because there are hardly any raidable
places left; to let signs have replaced
the gaudy placards OF the Yellow Fish.
the Giddy Alligator Il the Mad
Founder. Migration from Harlem II
Montclair has ~slackened noticeably
! 81 NAa 1NN - "a ang hnAn nNNN nNIT
shores There Is a fine distinction be-
tween Summers and visitors. We well
come visitors. The village ls a COM
munity OF worthwhile people, and It's
better side will emerge serenely from
the unpleasant publicity which was
really a case OF demand and supply.
The slummers demanded showplaces,
atmosphere. local color, SC, and a few
e~nterprising commercial souls created
the supply. We are rapidly returning
to our normal status
Militia g. Davenport says; THE
summers came to the village hunting
FOR art and, having found orange cur
tains, rushed home TO tell the neigh
bors. For n timo summers II
orange curtains appeared around
avery corner we turned, but n last
month has shown a hopeful falling
off In the supply OF both"
II is true that visitor or vlllager
can still drop in and drink at The
Brevoort or at Polly's, but In tho last
few weeks there is less OF tho Jazz
band I'm the restaurants. less OF the
tlnsel novelty in the art shops and
moro Of the old family table life and
the good solid art.
Last night a little girl and her
Iailor beau stepped into one OF the
luiet little tea shops OF tho village
rhe girl seemed eager and excited.
rhe lad, wary and unwilling. They
took q table ear the door. Miss
Helen Page, proprletOress, came for
the order,
Good evening" she said In the
friendly way that has won her the
reputation OF being one OF the most
wholesome hostesses OF tho village.
What can | serve your"
The little girl scanned the menu
with an obviously disappointed air,
The Jackie also scanned the menu
and seemed relieved.
"Some nice Crispy waffles?" sug-
gested Helen Page, 'and coffee,
maybe?"
The two nodded-ons hopelesSly.
ono hungrlly,
When Helen Page went out into the
kitchen, the little girl tiptoed over and
pulled back n mysterious blue curtain
that screened an adjoining oom She