The Washington herald., 1919-04-28

New York. April "a page from
the diary OF a modern Samuel Pepys:
Up mighty betimes. my wife's people
lying here all the night to take coach
for Boston. To breakfast on an om-
elet OF pullet livers and large beak-
er Of orange juice and to Mistress
Mistress Kathleen, the novelist, and
high talk about Bolshevism and
VIII Johnston. Of the Sunday World,
being very witty, yet he knows more
about large affairs than any man
know.
Mr.. Staten. the circus pamphleteer,
called in his benzine buggy and we
drove through the town, looking very
noble. and stopped at the Garden,
| where we visited the freaks of ma
! ture who interest me more than any
thing in the world save magic tricks
! The living skeleton. we learned, was
! born within q days drive of my ma
I tive heath and knew about many of
my childhood haunts. The iron-jawed
woman did say she feared to ride in
| the subway. albeit she feared not to
hang high In the air by the teeth in
her jaws.
Tom Powers. the sketcher, came
anu ndlu StlOEtl Ills OcAIu, ptink Quitc
handsome trimmed. Home where I
learned Mr.. Allison. the scrivener.
came with Mr.. Wilson from Mr..
Taft's journal and grieved deeply to
miss them. Mr.. Moore called and is
in a pet about his boy and he said
the lad wore out two pairs of pa
jamas to one pair of shoes SO might
lily did he sleep all during the day.
But he is. 1 think, just headstrong
lad and will make u good man.
All the late afternoon at my labors
to make ready to see young Mr.. VIII
Johnstone's play Take 1t From Me,
the best musical comedy. think. that
ever was wrote and Mr.. Briggs. the
limner, and Sir Charles Dana Gibson
| sitting i'm the same stall laughed ,oud-
| ly and long at the whimsicalities and
young actor. Mr.. Leavitt, made n
great strike and will be heard from
some day. I dare swear.
After the play we went to a room
, called club. done in pink with pink
lights, and some fast and loose peo-
pie of the town were there and dane
ed shivering dance, known as the
Shimmy. and the orchestra the best
I ever heard. but the prices alright
ed me. albeit Mr. Briggs paid the
hair as tn. saying is. And so
home and to bed.
Chci Sales Is a portrayer OF what
/ New York calls "Rube Parts at the
| Winter Garden. He has been all
around the vaudeville circuits for
years and ziegfeid picked him for an
olio at the Midnight F>rolics and now
he has a steady run year in and ou;
, on Broadway. Chic Sales is. l believe,
the lonesomest man in town. lie is
the original 9 o'clock guy in a l.
/ O'Clock town. He has a wife and two
/ babies in a small town in Wisconsin.
where he was born and still lives. He
Is always hunting around for some
{ fellow from a small town to loaf with
him during the evening until time to
| appear before his audiences For
some time ! have seen him around
I a soda water shop below the Winter
/ Garden. He told me that the fellow
who owns il is from a small town
and II is the nearest thing to loafing
at a corner drug store that he has
found in New York. Being a star on
: broadway has less thrills for Chic
Sales than any thespisn whose path
] ever crossed.
benjamin De Casscrcs. the famed
cosmic bard and raconteur. is at work
so the rumor goes, on an astrological !
brochure entitled The Dpper ard
the Milky Way. or Fermillac in the
Firmament." He hopes to have it
completed by July l.
Amelita Galli-Curci. in her divorce
papers. asserts that her husband
: made life unbearahle by the Catonic
/ reiteration You sing fiat A great
! many New York music critics said
the same thing about the famed col
oratura without upsetting her one
whit. She could not ignore Signor
/ Galli-Curci 1t may be temperament
Il don't know. But I believe It is
! the underlying reason why no hus-
/ band can dance with his wife with
! out fracturing both dispositions. Just
recently Mr.. John Armstrong Chal-
Oner. whose temporary soiourn
frightened up the metropolitan news
papers, told in an interview the real
reason he parted from his former
wife-formerly Amelie Rives. now the
Princess Troubetzsok. 1t was tina
she refused to take seriously TO paint
ing. He thought she was a portrait
list to be rivalled only by Sargent.
She insisted on sticking to her novels
which he did not think good enough
to warrant the forfeiture of her 9TH
er talent. 1t is q mad, mad world.
my masters