The Washington herald., 1918-09-06
By DWlc

New York. Sept Slime moved
backward on the Bowery the other
day at the behest of a dainty lady
a bit Of old Iavendar and laces-fron
the Green Mountains of Vermont
backward through and beyond the
golden days when gold brick men mer
the trains at Madison Square. when
top hated railroad kings drove hard
trotting bays down the Bowery to their
offices: backward to the old registering
BLACK Crook days.
Doc Flood. a famed Bowery char
acter. left his forty-year stamping
ground with the little old lady whose
name was Salina Worthington. She
came to town and married him and
took him back to her farm in Yer
mont to await the Great Adventure
fiancee in the days when he was
Ethan Allen Greenway and started
out to New York to make his name
and fortune.
But the Bowery almost got Doc
Flood. He became a hanger-on in bar
rooms and backrooms. a free luncn
marauder, and at last a park benc.
Ishmael Porter, bouncer bartender.
sparring partner, tattooer and lobby
gov spelled the rise and decline OF the
young Eermonter and the climatic
career made of hopeful. outstanding
Ethan Allen Greenway a slack lippeo.
gray-bearded, next to hopeless Doc
Flood.
He was bouncer in the same saloon
where Owen Kildare. the "Kipling OF
the Bowery," laid unpoetic hands on
the chronic violators Of the free lynch
privilege. He was bartender in the
Dead House" where patrons drank
through rubber tubes to save glass
breakase. He shivered through the
winter and cheated the Potter's Field.
His sole occupation consisted OF
loafing through Mott street in the
early evening when the women of the
Chinese quarter yawned in upper win
dows and cried: "Boy. oh boy, take
this can to the corner!'
At last something vital he brought
from the mountains still stirred in his
heart. and winters frost, the airs of
Chinatown's women and cirrhosis of
the liver were powerlcss to kill II.
Something responded in the innermost
shrine of Doc Floods shabby, feshy
sanctuary.
He wrote to Salina worthington bacr
in the Green Mountains. She still
( lived, a spinster and alone, on that
farm. She heard the call and Car'
at once to Doc Floods hoveI on the
Bowery and in a few hours they were
married and started back to her farm
to finish the romance that the BOwery
! could not kill.
Puck has discontinued publication
In the old days that preceded the
invention of the safety razor Puck
was an institution. Cartoons in col
ors were confined to the weeklies,
and the broadsides of Puck cut a
! figure in the political doings Of the
| day.
BARRIERS kept the paper in varying
| vintages to act as counter irritant
! to a dull razor, and to beguile wait
! ing customers while their predeCes-
| sors in the torture chair were recelv-
| ing the rejuvenating touch Of the
! tonsorial artist.
| But the era OF no stropping and
no honing. coupled with the adapta-
! tion Of fast presses to colors. mace
the weekly a member of the jour
nalistic stage coach fraternity and
so 1t is that the last issue has been
published. 1t was founded in 1876 by
Joseph Keppler, of Vienna. He and
his companions fashioned the first
Puck after the German comic maga-
zine of the same name It was re-
| Gently purchased by W. R Hearst
who decided to discontinue it.
sign on the door Of the First
Presbyterian Church on Fifth Ave-
| nue. reads: Danger from Above
| Look Quit" But those who peer up
ward fearfully, expecting Divine in
| tervention see only workmen repair
| ing the SteeDIe