The Washington herald., 1918-07-02
By DMc

Special Correspondent Of The Washington Herah.
New York. July 1.-The historic
Hudson, in its war time dress, IL
one OF the most beautiful spots in
New York just now. Through the
long blue evenings and at night the
river is itself a jeweled unreality. Up
on the Palisades is the cleaning
Palisades Park. This little opaline
city brushed high on the hillside is
fairyland OF light.
The golden loop. the central turret
twinkling with barely perceptible
circular motion. and the long. lax.
curving lines that connect and tangle
and dwindle at either end into soft
nothingness, this is the miniature
land of enchantment There on the
opposite bank from Riverside Drive
It hangs, cool and remote. traced
like a mirage on the black or purple
sky Of night.
The ships ut night on the Hudson
are af1ame-they pass up or down the
river. these liners. reflected TO SUCH
huge distortion. They are no more
than a cargo OF fire. the re-lit funeral
pyres of the Vikings adrift on the
waves.
All their lines Of light slant down
ward to the center. where they are
broken by a dark bulk. Here at any
moment Is where the river will surely
begin to suck them in. The long
tunnels Of light search out all parts
of the city. Blue reaching fingers
that sweep the whole sky in rapid
successive circles. and hold for a
moment in their terrible briIliance an
insignificant low rooftop or group OF
humble people seated by the river
side.
There Is something peculiar and
wierd about the Hudson at the ap-
proach of a storm. There is a tense
quiet that gathers on the river be-
fore the sto-;. breaks. 9oats that
have shifted day and night about
their anchors. restless with the wind.
grow fixed in rigid intervals against
the sky. II would seem that every
thing is taking on courage.
at such a leaoen moment there will
come from the north. as il from the
hidden sun OF a strange universe, a
sudden poisonous bright flood OF yell
low. 1t invades the river and the
banks. an announcement of some
fearful glowing presence. When the
thunder crashes, the river. with all
its still cargo and its banks. swells
visibly to the sound. The whole
effect is inspirational.
All Broadway knows TONY" II
may not be his real name. No donbt
1t begins with Achilles and ends
with an "opoulous." But anyway
Tony is on the way to become
poultry raiser or an ornithologist or
something, besides being the vender
of the best cherries to be bought at
Herald Square.
In a bunch OF bananas recently ar
rived from some tropical cline Tony
discovered a birds nest and one
brown speckled egg. Eggs are scarce
nowadays, and he received the I'M
looked-for gift reverently, and placed
it in a special compartment of his
peanut roaster, where it is to remain
until the improvised incubator does
its work.
Pretty soon she matches" Tony as
serted last night. ''Mebby it will be
ostrich or a bird of Paradise. /
hope So"
Patriotism is not confined to elders,
my masters! New York can point
with pride to little Miss Helen Chalif
daughter of the Russian dancer. who
organized a war relief party without
any outside aid. She arranged the
program, invited the guests, made the
collection-which was a sum in three
figures-and she made a speech tell
ing what everyone should do to help
win the world war. In the dis
tinguished gathering were an ambas-
sador. the editor of a great New York
newspaper. a sprinkling of the Four
Hundred and an American ace who
had brought down six Boche planes.
One of the hardest workers Incident
ally for the last liberty loan was a
l14-year-old East Side boy who made
on the average of fifteen speeches a
day and is stiH hoarse from his ac-