The Washington herald., 1919-03-10

New York, March "a page from
the diary Of q modern Samuel Pepys:
Up at dawn, there being a great
clamor under my bed chamber. and it
so fell TO be four artisN louts, heavy
with drink. who sang "The bells OF
he'll go ting-a-ling-ling for you and
not for me-" a merry tune. and l was
in good spirits all the day.
Came Mr.. Dounce from Mr.. Mum
sey's journal and We talxed of the
drink bill and he had furred cap
and furred mlttens which l deem the
best / ever saw. Through the West
Side to market and came upon a
wench brandishing razor before a
group of seamen, and l looked once
and hastened on after the victuals.
This day / was deeply concerned
over the tax bill, yet it will bring
much money into my Lord Woodrow S
exchequer, and so I found myself
humming over the figures. Arthur
Somers Roche. the pamphleteer, comes
to lunch and tells me of the stories
he is writing, albeit l doubt II he can
write again such story as LOOT"
1t being the best mystery tayle soever.
With my wife afoot and to the
chemists, where she purchased a pow
dered perfume and I liquid soap
which use to trim myself, and thence
TO Mr.. Sulka's shoppe where I saw a
gay-colored scarf, but I feared to buy
II on account of testers.
On the avenue 1 saw the late Mr..
Goodwln's betrothed and / deemed her
not pretty at all. yet he usually picked
Wen. Mr.. Kelly's gentleman came
after his surtout. which he left in my
care. and was greatly tempted to
wear it, but refrsined. In the evening
to see 'Lightnin'," a comick play fair
acted, then to Fischer's for a baked
apple with a tankard of cream and so
to- bed.
The other night I saw Lillian LoY-
raine and her scrub ladies in their act
atop the Amsterdam at the Midnight
Frolics show. The whole idea was a
spark of genius. The scrub women
were cleaning up one afternoon before
rehearsal. The electrician. testing the
spotlight, turned the calcium upon
them. Ziegfeld happened to be there,
and he Immediately clapped them into
the show. They are the most woe
oegone scrub ladies one can imagine,
and all they do Is scrub, while Miss
Lorraine sings. but 1t is so real that
II strikes home.
The scrub women of Gotham are OF
another world. One sees them only
on the O'Clock subway trains going
downtown to the ONCE buildings to
work until the break of day. They
are toothless and tubercular, and there
Is a comradeship among them that is
pitiable.
All are old-at the age when they
should sit by the fire and have peace.
They are broken-down. straggle-
haired, swollen-knuckled. bleary-eyed
and shapeless. Many OF them have
children or nvalids to support II for
tune ever smiles on me. the first thing
l will do is found a Home for Scrub
Ladies'
1t had to happen. A man in the
Bronx advertises in all the New York
newspapers that he has goats for sale
as pets. Thus does a Palm Beach fad
sweep to New York in a hurry. The
domestic goat at the Florida resort
has succeeded the monkey, the Teddy
Dear and the chow dog as the tray-
cling companion of society. 1t is pre-
dicted that every Fifth avenue style
shop Will have its goat pen by July 1.
the more progressive hotels are think
ing OF establishing a goat room.
Spectators are busy in Harlem get
ting options on the vast goat ranches
IN that famous habitat Of this long
ignored animal. Special guards are ON
duty at the Bronx and Central PsTaz
ZOOS to see that there Is no filching of
the little dears.