The Washington herald., 1918-06-10

Spec1al ccreeponoent OF 1ne NAn1neton herAbo-
New York, June 9.-As Samuel
Pepys would record in his diary:
Up early and to q Russian church
to hear a cantor sing. Very noble
music, indeed. although at times
weird. To the station to say fare
well to Mr.. Briggs and Mr.. Web
ster. the comic sketchers. who go
to Lynn to join a circus and will
march in the parsdes and cavort
in the rings as clowns for two
weeks,
Down through the town by foot
and thence by underground tram to
the battery where the barge boy
did show me a mighty vessel tug
ging at its anchors. For a visit
with J. Frank Howell. the broker,
and he talked bravely OF the war,
aud he told how he did begin life
as a telegraph operator.
Home where came the widow of
my old school fellow and we dined
on a pie baked of a leg OF mutton,
and came a sheque from a weekly
journal and / turned il over to
my wife, poor wretch. for the buy
ing of a bonnet. Came W. Lewis,
the pipe maker, who told with
great drollery of his dog making
a companion of q cat at his home
and he is unable to get the dog out
for a walk in the park.
With Miss Beckley to the Savoy.
where we had a brief chat with
Miss Anna Held, the play actress,
who is mortally sick. and she did
seem like a tired butterfly in a
whirlwind cage-the most courage
Gus little woman ever / saw, who
looks upon death. like Sir Charles
Frohman. as the great adventure.
Through the park, where a fell
low was flung by his horse and was
in great pain, and no one seemed
able to get a surgeon. In the late
afternoon fell to examining my new
manuscript, and SO many words
were false spelt I was ashamed.
In the evening to dinner and Sir
Sydney Drew, the cinema actor. was
there and all expected TO have much
| hilarity, but he was very sober and
thoughtful the news just coming that
his son had been hurt flying. And
50 home to bed.
Gotham has been hit by q beer
| drought. Noses that blossomed once
in the pink. not to say purple Of con-
| dition. upper lips that once Haunted
a thin foam line like a schooner at
sea, throats that itched to the tune
of fiocks Of drinks, these old familiars
are gone from the southerly side OF
bar rails. Nearly all OF the beer cell
lars have been emptied. There Is
nothing left but high-geared stun that
| sells at prices worthy of a new era
or second flood. Beerless days have
| indeed arrived.
Here is one of the latest war stories
of the. week. A cockney is telling OF
| his experience in trying to pass the
lines and of being accosted by a
French sentry.
Que va la?" says he.
He" says !, speakin' the bloody
language of the country fiuently.
"Comment?" says he.
Come on yourself" SAYS /, and ]
give him a bat In the eye.
jail sentences, heavy fines and repri-
mands having failed to cut down the
number Of speed violators, Magistrate
Rouse has decided to see II spanking
will curb offending automobile drivers.
He has reached the conclusion that a
speeder who has been properly mas
saged with a bed slat, hair brush,
tennis racket or frying pan will not be
able to sit at the wheel of his citizen
chaser for weeks and weeks. A nine
teen-year-old boy. arrested for speed
ing. was released with the under
standing that the youths father would
punish him in the old-fsshioned way.