The Washington herald., 1919-08-04

the diary of modern Samuel
Pepys: Up and Chic Sale. the comic
actor, came with u ludicrous story
and. it so frightened the drab morn
ing that he breakfasted with me,
this being his first meal in my
house. And Lord the fellow doth
eat like a farm hand.
1t still raining my wife. poor
wretch. did fret at being housed up
and l did suggest a walk in the
rayne around the lake pond and
. the dog. hating wet. did 60. A de-
hauched woman was feeding the
ducks and talking to them most en-
Gagingly.
Home where I put in another
shelf against the coming of my new
oooks-and indeed it is a ane sight
albeit I buy more books now and
read less than ever before. At nv
accounts until noon. it being a
Efeat month for layings out but OF
no consequence for gettings.
10 luncheon where came Basil
King who has been writing some
line tales of the spirit world and l
saw also J. NJ FIagg. the limner.
ana Julian Street. the scrivener. who
Is as handsome as Robert Hilliard
ever was. l dare swear. But l was
in a great pet upon leaving, the
boy. dullard. having given my
battered shilling ash stick to an
other.
The talk was Of the many orgies
In private homes and one told of a
gay crowd, foXed with drink, rum
ming barefoot out of a big castle
on Fifth avenue and wading in the
street flushed with rain, it being
after midnight. Through the town
and I did see Ned wayburn, Just
here from London. He wore q
brave light Coloured Norfolk and a
big derby hat. fiat on top.
Supped with NJ. La Fargo in
great restaurant and there were but
four couples there and the orches-
ira played with little zest, the life
it seems has some out of these
places. To see a mediocre play and
then home and played Il few tunes
on my either. And so to bed.
Visitors to New York should get
ready for the new thriller that is
prepared for them after their gasp
at the menu prices. An ultra hotel
at Long Beach has blazed the trail
for the surprise and Broadway and
Fifth Avenue will soon adopt it.
Tucked shecpishly away at the foot
of the meal check is a line which
check" The character Of service
no longer determines the size of
the tip. You are arbitrarily as
sessed, and yet they arrest thugs
for blaCkjacking innocents on
GOtham's highways.
Frederick Lewis Allen. the Bos-
ton free lance, was in town this
week with some of the more daring
5t his scarves. Mr.. Allen has long
been regarded as the owner of the
most brilliant neckties in his home
city. Never what might be called
"racy.' they embody a combination
Of emotional feeling and pastel.
tints which is at once delicate and
OverpOwering. 1t is reported that
Mr.. Allen is now at work on an ar
ticle for Vanity Fair to be entitled
The ErOtiC Motive in Cravats.'
The article will contain a number
of Color-plates in the appendix
showing the estimated effect in
ca!ories of Alice blue, salmon pink,
ultra-marine, old rose, dregs of
wine and other chromatic weapons
in Mr.. Aliens battery.
The Balloon Man is a sort of eter-
nal Santa Claus for the kiddies in
the great parks. The balloon man
/ is always old and his head is bowed
down. his hair whitened by the
SHOWS OF many cruel winters. His
/ shuffling tread is the herald of his
| voicelessness. In his great basket
are vari-coIored balloons, pin
wheels, green and red, on little
sticks. and at his approach the chill
! dren fly from their nurses to his
side to gaze in awe at his colored
wonders. He is a sort of philoso-
pher. Life, he knows. has rewards.
And so on through the park he goes
"a few coins in his ragged coat
and music in his soul