The Washington herald., 1919-04-14

New York, April 1a.-A page from
the diary OF q modern Samuel
Pepys: Up at the cocks crow and
there is great misery in the city for
want OF Goals. Donned my brave
new tweed cap and through the
park with my dog In the cool OF
the morning. nobody being astir, and
many noble thoughts came which
vowed to set down but after
breakfast they had fled.
Albert Payson Terhune came and
he is in from Pompton Lakes for
the cold weather. bringing his great
dog Lad" By post comes q
sketch by r. Goldberg. very ANUS
ing. To bowls with r. Casey and
played fairly but was distressed
that my Joints creak s6 with aga
The hand-maiden has nearly hec-
tored US out of our wits BY using
cologne Of strange odors and yet
we can say little. II is pretty to see
how servants do hold an upper hand.
My wife. poor wretch. abroad to
luncheon and ate alone a plate
OF cold meat and beaker of hot
coffee.
Through the town to see my for
mer fellow worker Capt Cecil. who
was blinded in battle. poor fellow,
ana he was in great content and 1
Iett MIN swearing never to become
Vexed over small worries again.
Home where my she cozEens came
Tor dinner and we ate a cooked
turkey and q great helping of fro
zen cream with nuts and a salad
with a Russian dressing.
In the evening to see Major
Morris and Mistress Sioux, he
having only landed from France
and was mighty informative and a
brave talker. Home again and there
r. Rohn staid with US and supped
and / played some tunes on my
triangle. And so to bed.
Major General John o'Ryan was
telling at the dinner given in his
honor by the Friars some stories
that proved his worth as a racon-
teur as well as a fighter. pIe told.
of "a colored artilleryman who
when asked his particular Job re-
piled: Use de doorman. ! opens
de door o. de cannon, my buddie
sticks in de c'tride. den I shuts de
door again"
And then what do You do?' he
was asked. Den" he said, Il
waits for dat big hang to go off.
looks over at de German line. an
says: 'Kaiser-count yo'. men,"
New Yorks Flash Alley is sup
posed to be the last word in bril-
lance. 1t has a glitter that attracts
moths from the four corners to
administer the proper singing. To
the average New Yorker no street
in the world is so bright and well
lighted as Broadway. When the
incandescents pop against the night
sky, heralding the fame of the
wrigEly kids. the dextrous kit
ten and the rainy day skirts-well
it seems to be the top OF the world.
But last week New York's little
conceit was spoiled. George Will
liams. who was responsible for
lighting the Statue OF Liberty and
who understands how lighting
should be done. returned from the
West with the palpitating infor-
nation that the best lighted city in
America was none other than Den
yer. Colorado. Denver's Great
White Way. he further declared,
had New York's skinned a couple
OF city blocks.
Prohibition has inspired several
New York bards. And yet it was
declared when prohibition loomed
on the horizon that without rum the
poet would be as helpless .as man
in the Automst without any nick
les. The best short poem OF the
week on prohibition comes from
Judge: Here it is:
A hymnbook underneath the bough
A jug of lacteal from the bossy COW.
Ahead a desert of distress.
An endless dusty wilderness
That's all that's coming to us now.