The Washington herald., 1918-04-22

New York. April 21.-As Samuel
Pepys would record in his diary:
Up betimes and to the station with
some scriveners. where I met and
shook hands with Charlie Chaplin.
the picture play actor. who has
come on patriotic business. And It
was my first knowledge that he did
not wear a mustache. A shy fell
low and not verey comick to
look at.
To a club where came Burt l.
Standfsh. the writer. and Ray Rohn.
the artist. who have forsworn paper
cigarettes for pipes. and Rohn tells
of being called to the colors and
was happier than ever / saw him.
Walked up and down the town and
through the market place and came
upon a man with a hacking cough
who had fallen in the street and
no one seemed to mind him and we
called a wagon and had him taken
to a hospital.
In the afternoon to a hall where
Arthur B. Reeve talked about the
detective in fiction and told some
rare tayles of international crooks.
Home, where things are topsy-
turvy, my wife planning a trip to
the west country and ] in sad
spirits for the lack of her COM
panionship and yet she will return
shortly.
Comes an engaging fellow to sell
me a new typewriter contrivance
which he works skillfully. and I
am for setting out the money for
it albeit 1 know that when I ac-
Quire 1t I will not use it but a
short time. Already / have bought
four which are discarded. Came
a letter from Sir A. Brisbane, the
editor. which he signed himself. and
a card from Clare Briggs. the car
toonist, telling me Of the new baby
girl that hath lately arrived at his
home in New Rochelle.
In the late afternoon at my new
magic tricks, which / execute clum-
silly. and in great despair with my
dog for a long stroll and a romp
on the Mall with the new ball my
she-cozzen has sent
In the evening to see the Italian
war pictures. very thrilling. and
saw a German soldier killed with
a bayonet thrust. Met William
Sheriff.. the play producer. whose
son Jack has become a fyne actor.
and only a few years ago he used
to tease me for pennies to sQuan-
der on lollypops. Home. where we
fell to reading Twenty Minutes of
Reality" a brave, inspiring book.
and so to bed in great content.
He plunged down the stairs OF the
Times Square subway station,
nearly upset an elderly lady in his
flight and dashed through the gate,
coming to rest at the most secluded
corner Of the platform.
Those nearest him learned from
his aghast whisper the reason for
his headlong fight. His bearing
was military and the tan of Yap-
hank was dark on his face. Yet he
was in civilian clothes.
"And, goshw he whispered, 81
forgot and saluted a captain"
The sale Of stolen property for
which there were no claimants
brought a great gathering at Police
headquarters last week. For the
benefit of those who have never
attended an annual police sale and
who therefore maintain their
youthful laughter. 1t may be well
to explain that there is an element
of chance in all purchases. Lots
are offered in buckets. A bucket
may contain either frayed laundry.
discarded by some Of the more pol
ished crooks. or glistening jewelry.
Burglar tools were sold to those
with weak chius. A violin was
offered and some musical wiseacre
insisted on knowing when it was
made. The auctioneer read the
only numbers in sight. 1927"
When the violin had been sold for
SIS it was found that 1927 was the
lot number. 1t then became nee
essary to put the buyer and three
relatives out of the building. The
sale is attended by pawnbrokers
from the Bowery, who bring with
them the greatest collection OF
boards ever displayed outside of a
Bolsheviki meeting in Russia. Most
bidders are old timers and their
conduct indicated that they are un-
questionably becoming older and
more irritable timers as the years
glide by.