The Washington herald., 1918-05-20

Special Correspondent Of The Washington Herah.
New York. May lS.-As Samuel
Pepys would record in his diary:
To a mighty noble breakfast but
afterward in some pain of the col
lique which is the fruits of gluttony.
My wife both quiet and silent, and
I fear she is vexed over the busi-
ness of letting the dog chew up the
tinsel slippers while she was away
albeit hid them far back in the
bookcase, and yet am afraid to look.
Home and going over my ac-
counts which are in a bad muss till
past IL of the clock, and then afoot
through the town and bought a
brave volume from the bookseller
for ten shilling for Sir Walter
Chalaire who is flying in France.
Bargained at a taverne for some
juice OF grapes, but could come to
no agreement. prices being out of
all reason. and met Berton Braley.
the poet, wearing the most horren-
dous silk shirt ever / saw, il being
of yellow. green and pink-an al
together atrobilious mixture.
Comes by post a letter from
Douglas Malloch bidding me to at
tend the press humorists' conclave
in Chicago. and l am for setting
out the money to do it. Great news
of the fleet and army this day. and
at lunch the talk was that the pres
ent year will see the end OF the
war
In the afternoon to a war bazaar
with Mr.. Hart, the silk merchant.
and a lady of great beauty but
very thicke of figure read of our
character from the lines in our
palms. and she did say that l was
of a mighty generous nature which
caused me to give her a siXpence
more than l had intended and later
We learned she told all the same
thing.
This day l resumed pool playing,
which I had foreswore, and lost a
pretty reckoning. and all the way
home cursed myself for the dolt
that / am. To dinner at the Cla-
ridge. where / saw Lord Aberdeen
and his Lady, and Sir Louis Rae
makers, the Dutch cartoonist. Lee
Shubert. Sir Colman du Pont and
Maj. August Belmont.
In the evening to a playhouse to
see Miss Fay BANTER in a new play.
very fine. and Miss Grace Field,
very captivating too, and my wife.
poor wretch, sent them some posies.
To the apothecary for a beaker of
frosted chocolate, and so home to
bed.
Things YOU never see except in New
York: He was smoking a cigarette
through a long holder. He wore
bright yellow gloves and brown spats.
In his buttonhole was a yellow rose.
He was driving a truck on Broad
way.
He is Pershing veteran. Back in
New York he has been dined with
the best the land affords. People
cheer him wherever he goes Even
theater ticket sellers are polite. No
body wants his money. Everybody
bows. Young and pretty girls come
up to him and talk without intro
duction. 1t is indeed a great life.
He was resting in a hotel lobby.
You know" he said. this would
be a pretty good war IL it wasn't for
those damned Germans"
Al Sanders has for many years
been a well-known man about town.
His income has been $4,000 a year
Now his salary is nothing. He was
a representative for a French cham
pa gne company. They have no more
wine, and therefore his usefulness
to the firm has gone. Down at VAL
ley Stream on the Merrick road he
has opened an old-fashioned inn.
Making $4,000 a year on Broadway
sounds big, but 1t means little. 1t
costs much to keep close to the famed
street There Is little chance to save.
Now Sanders in his new location ex-
poets to put by a little for a rainy
day-something that could not be ac-
complished in Flash Alley. NANNY
Chappelle. another wine agent, re.
Gently announced that he was riding
in street cars. For years he never
crossed the street without hailing a
taxi.