The Washington herald., 1918-05-13

Special Correspondent of The Washington Herald
New York, May 2-As Samuel
Pepys would record in his diary:
Up betimes and set OF to the ferry
where I took a barge for Fort Lee
in New Jersey to see a play photo
graphed by a merry group Of actor
folk. Albeit I wrote the script, in
the hands OF the actors it seemed in
ept and tawdry and I doubt Of ii
having any value at all
The town talks of nothing but the
Blue Devils who come lately from
France and the Pershing veterans
who are here and everywhere they
are gladly received. Came l. NJ
Bell. the editor, to call and our
wives. poor wretches. being away
we felt out of sorts and he COM
planned of breast pains and dizzi-
ness and Of many symptoms which
made US poor company.
To a luncheon party where I sat
next to a fellow in an unusual man
ner merry, I believe with drink And
he would punctuate every foolish ut
terance with a jab in my side which
exasperated me nightly. Sir George
Creel made a brave talk as did Sir
c. D. Gibson, the sketcher.
In the afternoon to Mr. Frohmans
playhouse to see Mistress Ethel
Barrymore in the best comedy. ]
think, that ever was wrote called
THE on Chance" In the boxes !
saw a woman with a ring set with
diamonds on each finger Of both
hands and there was great wonder
over who she was. A bold merry
jade who seemed altogether out OF
her sphere.
Through the town to watch the
lights come on which is ever fasci-
mating and despite the war there are
many new wriggly, flashing beacons
and the highways filled with gasoline
wagons with their horrendous smells
and so many seem unmindful OF the
grim struggle abroad, thinking more
1t seems Of getting pleasure out of
life.
Home and threw myself on the bed
where fell to reading a learned
brochure on mob psychology and
dropped into a doze which brought
the most terrifying nightmare 1 ever
experienced and awakened with my
leg caught like a wise in the bed
frame.
Dined alone and In the evening
| came r. Brinkerhoff. and DR.. Black,
a brave talking gentleman from To-
ledo. and came also Mrs. Brinker.
hon and Mistress Bertha Rich the
writer, and a most interesting even
ing full of useful information. And
so to bed.
Essex and Delaney streets are the
heart Of the great many tongued city
which lives over near the East RiveI
the Ghetto. The streets are alway.
crowded-crowded with bearded men
old women with shawls and sheitels
eager dark-eyed children; handsom,
girls, and young men clothed in tn,
East Sides version Of what Fifth
avenue wears.
| On the corner year in and yeaI
out is a little Galician Jew. His
small shrunken face is smeared darl
oy the stubble Of a sparse beard; hi!
flat little derby is pushed down ovel
his ears; his clothes are a mere Gov
ering. For years he has been peddlint
the large salt pretzels which ar,
strung on sticks and stand uprigh
from his basket
He never tries to force a sale H,
never sohcits patronage. He lives IL
a little room over a small bakery
He speaks very little EngHsh-and ye
In q large Eastern college there ar,
two Of his sons being educated s,
that they will not have to live tn,
life of drudgery the father has led
And the world weary little father 4
paying the bills by self-denial.