The Washington herald., 1919-11-14
NEW YORK CITY
By O. o. MCINTYRE

New York. Nov. 13.-Thoughts while
strolling around Manhattan: Young
might miners off to Coney Island 20
hunt lost jewelry and coins In the
sand. All carry lanterns. gRed-capped
porters at depot always make me
think of London fog. Wonder why ?
A young Chinese girl driving her own
| roadster. There's Roi Megrue! He's
too stout. Funny about this town not
having a single alley.
Clarence Mackay. A millionaire.
Looks like he's wearing a ready-made
| suit. Dreamy looking girl is Lola
Ridge. the anarchist poet. Sweet po-
| tato baking machines now on Broad
way. Used to be only on the East
Side. Some one could write a sonnet
| to the peregrinatinS stove. Riddles
shifting appetizinS odors and clutching
their precious pennies. Distinctly New
Yorky.
! The wide Western hat coming back
/ into vogue. Makes me think of Rep
resentatives. And l want to think of
something pleasant. The police COM
missioner dashing down Fifth avenue.
| Violates all the traffic rules. Undem-
ocratic. Tall fellow reading the bull
letin board is DeWolfe Hopper. Rem
mold Wolf calls him the husband of
| his country,
| Strikers carrying a banner reading:
IF the rich can have their cellars
/ full of fine liquors. why can't we have
a glass of beer?' I'll bite. Why can't
l they? Still milk Is much better.
Young Teddy Roosevelt boarding a
street car. Got his fathers chin.
| Dignified fellow in the Lotos Club
| baV window 10 Ihanaz tho
novelist. Can't speak English. lie
has nothing on most of our walters.
Woman in the picture hat is Mrs.
| Ffske. Leaves are falling of the only
trees I've seen all day. I'm getting
melancholy. Think I'll go home and
look sad. Need sympathy.
The visitor to Manhattan may dine
! in twenty different languages. There
Is no danger of a latitudinarian of
diet feelin$-that his style is cramped
here. In Pearl street, between Maiden
Lane and Wall street. there are six
| Spanish restaurants where one may
procure arroz amarillo. The Syrian
in Washington street goes in for
manazaleh and the Armenian over in
| Twenty-third street and Lexington
avenue has lamb fries broiled over
charcoal. with rice pilaft on the side.
Lower Fifth avenue Is the home of
| French cooking. There is a Mexican
restaurant in the Sineties on Upper
Broadway where one may order
enchalades and frijoles. Lower Sec
ond avenue is dotted with Yiddish
restaurants. and the best known Eng
lish chop house is on Broadway in
the Thirties. The Italian restaurants
crowd against eaSh other in West
Eighth street, and the Hungarian in
East Houston street. Greek and
Dutch eating places are on Sixth ave-
| nue.. And there is a Japanese cafe in
| an uptown hotel where fried shrimp
| is taught how to take n joke. Mott
street is lined with Chinese restau-
rants.
A tiny dark=eyed girl acts as a cap
per or bait for the lamp-hung China
town buses that wait on the side
| streets of Broadway to take visitors
to the horrors of Chinatown. She is
the salaried employe of a company
which operates the rubber-neck wag-
| ons.
The tiny girl sits in one Of the mid
die seats, on the edge nearest the
| curb. She always sits alone and with
d OhSliheSS pIoodulS pdTIly real, Out
chiefly one of the tricks of her funny
trade. Some big doughboy from some
| place far away wanders by.
| He looks at the bus and the Chinese
lanterns and then his eyes find the
little girl. She is hunched up in a
seat. looking as though somebody
| ought to be sitting next to her. The
| doughboy gets in. He is lonely him
| self. Then others see them-and soon
| the bus begins to fill up. and the big
| bus lumbers down the great white
way with its strange cargo of human
freight, athrill with the idea of peep
, ing into stray bit of the Orient.