The Washington herald., 1918-06-24

New York, June A-As samuel
Pepys would record in his diary: Up.
and my wife having gone to the fish
market. donned my new tight-legged,
checkered suit with gay-colored
stockings. very handsome. To a cof-
fee house for my breakfast with Ray
Rohn. the sketcher, who has gone i'm
to the service and very sad although
we had a good. contentful talk
To a playhouse where I saw IN re-
hearsal White Coupons a striking
playlet Editor Bell hath written with
rare dramatic skill. Thence to the
office Of George n. Cohan and he be-
ing out I loitered about. A very
comely girl. there doing writing by
machine with her fingers and she
seemed struck with my new surtout
albeit 1 feigned being unconscious
OF her glances.
With Sigm1Rd Spaeth, the music
critick. to take the ayre, IT being very
hot, to Greenwich Village and thence
to a tea house in the Square and
there light, and played at dominoes,
eat cream and new cherries and both
suffered the belly-ache for our folly.
There was a serving maid at the inn
who hath not one good feature in her
face although well carriaged and We
heard she was the siren who had en-
tangled a rich young buck . number
of years ago and We took occasion to
discourse with her, perceiving she
hath much brains.
The highways filled with sailors and
soldiers, many from all over, and
more and more the town becomes war
like and everywhere il news that this
one and that one is giving up high
posts and great fortunes to serve.
Home by bus and with my wife, poor
wretch, to the Mall to see the foun-
tayne, and came some neighbor ladies
from across the park and we sang
some brave musick.
Dined at home and in the late twi-
light for a stroll through the town on
the Broad Way and saw Mistress
Evelyn Nesbit and the rumor is that
she Is to come out as a great star
under Sir David Belasco yet can not
believe it and saw also all OF Mr..
Ziegfeld's beauties in their way to
entrain for Atlantic City. Home early
and fell to reading the current periodi
calls and so to bed.
Haywood Broun. who alternates
as dramatic editor and sporting edi-
tor of the Tribune. has written a
war book. He went over with Per-
shing. One Of the funny incidents
in the book concerns the French
hero of many battles who was
watching a baseball game. A ball
hit him on the nose. ''C'est danger
eux"? he said.
A company Of Belgian infantry
tramped up Fifth avenue the other
afternoon. They were tanned a dark
brown from shrapnel helmet to
shoes and on the breast of each
there shone at least one bright rib
bon, won through blood in the lit
tie battered triangle of their land
that they still hold.
The spires of St. Patrick's Cathe-
dral stood clear and white against
summer sky. An unviolated
church looked strange to these men.
All about them was wealth. The
avenue was afiame with flags and
below the bunting were shop win
dows crammed with luxuries from
all corners Of the world.
The major horrors of war may
not fall to the lot of all New York
ers, but they can at least shudder
at the representations Of American
soldiers that Park Row artists
draw. The Evening Journal recent
ly had a Marine in a white sailor
suit and Harrison Fisher in a late
magazine has put a chief petty Of
ficer rating badge on the arm of the
young sailor-and yet has him
dressed in a "gob's" uniform-mid-
dy. etc.