The Washington herald., 1918-05-02
By O. O. MCINTYRE.

Special CORRESPONDENT of The Washington Herah.
New York. May l-Chop suey car
avansaries, where gay lanterns and
white-topped tables form the chief
equipment. have been for the past
year dotting the Tenderloin with
alarming rapidity. Since the closing
OF the all-night cafes the chop suey
joints have become the rendezvous
for New York's night birds.
1t did not seem to the man or
woman going respectfully about his or
her affairs that wickedness in New
York thrives Iuxuriantly in an atmos-
phere OF stewed chicken. bamboo
sprouts and mushrooms But there
are chop suey dives where the lights
of hell gleam more brightly than eye
ever saw in Suicide Hall.
The police have found that some OF
the up-one-fiight, garishly illuminated
eating houses that one visits at times
, to close a night left bereft by Jack
are incredibly. unutterably vile.
Scarcely a day passes without a raid
on the chop suey cafes.
officers appear suddenly and right
eously intrude upon the ease and pri-
vate pleasures of citizens given TO
homicide, lounge lizards, persons prof
iting from a profession immemorially
celebrated for its antiquity. sun dodg-
crs. gamblers. slaves of the needle.
pickpockcts and pickstockings-the
whole miserable vulgus of the hidden
night life of Manhattan.
The police on the hunt are just like
, so many Haroun al Raschids with po-
licemen's badges flashing a light IN
the darkness of squalid holes. From
two strokes of the nights gong until
the city is bathed in brilliancy fama
clamosa agitates the retreats OF the
evil doors.
Police whistles shriIl suddenly.
Changing bells assault the doubtful
quiet. Males and females hastily
seeking the air bump against the hard
! fists of gendarmes posted immOvably
at street doors. burst into frenzy of
expostulation and defiance. turn back
to their soppy tables and mutter and
glover. Eventually to each and every
ere of these smitten resorts comes A
short and heavy set person whose
curls billow generously from under
the hrim OF his soft hat and inquiries
definitely what is their excuse for liv-
| ing.
This person is the Hon. James Z.
| ENItnlH' dSolSNdlll ulSllOl dNAOliNs Va
the county of New ork. He has de-
clared war to the death on the chop
sIey caravansaries.
Bide Dudley. writer lyricist and
poet. went up into Westchester
! County the other day with an actor
| to buy a horse. Go out in the barn
yard and pick one out" said the
farmer. You may have him for SIS" !"
The actor paid over the money and
selected a horse. He mounted the
animal and started away. The horse
went twenty steps and fell down and
the new owner was unable to make
him get up. He went back TO the
farmer.
Say" he said. I've been stung
That horse fell down and won't get
sup."
We'll" replied the farmer. Il want
to be fair with you. Go out in the
lot and pick out another, but don't
take the one in the middle or they'll
all fall down."
The time has come to spring this
one: There appeared on Broadway
one day this week a man SO fan
| tastically arrayed that people quit
work to look at him. He wore tan
shoes and socks, gray. well-cut
trousers, a gray jacket to match the
trousers. a pure white collar, a gray
'craYat-and a straw hat all wound
around with a red white and blue rib
bon.
See what the terrible war has done!
There comes the announcement from
the great minds of the world of the
Idance-Nijinsky, Chalif, Mordkin and
a few lesser lights-that the new
ballroom dances for the ensuing year
will be known as THE Trench Glide.
THE Allied Waltz" THE Yankee
One Step" THE Herald Of Peace
"a tango) and "on to Victory" fox
trot.