The Washington herald., 1918-06-29

New York. June 2s.-There are chill
dren living on the East Side who
have never seen a blade Of grass or
tree. Their playground is the gut
ter. and their idea of a pleasure Jsunt
is visit to the hokey-pokey man on
the corner. The wan little faces have
never been thrilled by romp over
a green hillside.
A settlement house lady was taking
group OF these East Side children
for their first outing on an upstate
farm the other day. Happy as crick-
cts, they all frisked out Of the day
coach and scampered into the seat
less, long box wagon of the farmer
who met them at the depot.
Presently a stolid old hen waddled
across the dusty road. "Aw-Mamie.
See the rawr chicken!" shrilied a
Isw8rthy little Italian lad.
The box wagon bumped along up
hot. yellow, rocky incline. Then
presently over on the left stretched
the cool beauty of a young pine grove.
An inarticulate murmur OF apprecia-
ton rose from the group in the tot-
tom OF the wagon. Then one found
the gift OF expression and shot up an
eager hand. the way inspired ones
always do at school. Christmas
trees" yelled a grimy little girl with
one tan and one black stocking.
Nav" squealed pallid little
chap of fiery eyes and all garbed for
his high adventure in an old shirt
waist OF mis- mothers. Not on yer
life-see?"
He turned to the farmer for con-
firmation of his stand. picking out
the greenery with his radiant ges-
lures.
"Them's pine trees. son." enlight-
ened the farmer. smiling benignly be-
hind his shrubbery of beard.
The little chap intensified his scan
ming of the grove. Then the small
sceptic that turks in all East Side
children came to the top with. "Aw
-g'wan! Where's the pineapples:"
Broadway has lost one OF its most
pathetic characters in the passing
on of Jerome Eddy. at the age Of
IS years. He was one of the best
known press agents in New York,
kindly, lovable old gentleman who
had outlived mis- usefulness but never
suspected it.
Theatrical managers for years had
supported him and given him al of.
flee in the Ril'to district. lie was
at his desk each morning and never
| left until IN the evening. TIE"
paid him a sa.ary, but il was only
out of sentiment.
The procession had passed him ten
years ago. but he did not realize IL.
| and honestly believed he was the
leader Of his craft. For years he
wrote theatrical letters TO newspapers
under the name of Nancy Sykes
He still continued these letters,
which only 4 few printed.
During his day he was the press
agent for Booth, Barrett, Nodieska
and Fanny Davenport. He was brave
and courageous and all the Park Row
newspaper men were kind to him :
helping him whenever they could.
His methods w4-a ol6-fashi,'ed AID
the younger and lore nimble eIemlrt
outstripped him-hut MT one cr them
will be n0ce unilcrsa!l1 loved thar
Mr.. Eddy.
Once a year the New York hotel
men "eat or They s:Icnd the
annual clsm-oake down at She'll s.
head Bay and frJlic In the sanGs
after shodd ,G their dig,.ity md the;r
wearing apparel. To see l. NJ. Boom
er, George Boldt. jr., Copeland
Townsend, Walton sfarshall and other
austere hosts playing marbles ard
diving off springboard is worth
journeying miles to see. The day Is
always a perfect one unless some
one of the epicures happens to fa,l
afoul of a sick clam Then the day
Is spelled. Nothing IN the wOrli
will spoil a perfect dar so perfectly
as a sick clam If you do not be-
4 l;aua if--fru nna and nnnvin(al