The Washington herald., 1919-07-26

New York. July 3.-One shot Of
this new Arid-Toxin in the spinal
| cord Of Broadway and Cabarabies-
that fearsome night plague that swept
from Fourteenth street to Harlem
Is dead. Only the patient. long-suffer-
ing New Yorker knows the horror of
Cabarabies. 1t was one of the main
reasons for men staying up Of nights
and for wives going home 70 mothers.
Several of the palaces Of synco-
patton. noted for Jazz, blonds and
Jesse James prices. are now shut
tered. The electric signs are dead.
Perhaps the caretaker. sitting on the
front stoop smoking his pipe. is the
only signs of life.
Life in the Cabaret Belt is shout
as clipper as an oyster. Twelve
hundred cabaret performers are look
ing for jobs and the outlook is not
bright for this Is the summer season
tresses are being laid OF.
I saw Cap Churchill sitting out IN
front of his lobster shop the other
evening. took a peep inside and
saw a ghostly array of white empty
tables. 1t was then about the time
in the old days that Ethelbert had
had four cocktails and had phoned
to Maizie ard Flo for q cabaret
dinner and a romp out to some West
chester roadhouse in a twin eight
Not joy ride accident has hap
pened on 2.75 per cent beer. Some
how those daring young autoists can't
be inspired to let the old bus out
for its capacity on beer.
The roof gardens are the only places
| In New York where there is a show
| of pre-prohibition life. People go
there to get cool The roofs atop
tor are crowded nAhtly and the
dancing has apparently not suffered
setback.
But the poor cabaret. 1t is pitt
full thing to see.
New York Is one OF the few cities
east of Peoria, ILL.,, which still main
tain talking machines with the old
time ear-tube attachments. Also the
historic picture machines which show
you aged mattresses posing in flowing
and diaphanous sheets in front of n
suspended tiger skin. One cent en-
titles you to the full privileges of
either machine. They are maintained
in the Hudson tube stations. penny
arcades on Fourteenth street and one
rushig business during the lunch
hour.
A Broadway actor went to a din
ner the other night and remained
there until a. m At that hour he
suddenly remembered he had a wife
and making his way unsteadily to
a telegraph office. sent her the fol-
| lowing wire:
! Am at dinner at the club. Won't
! get home last night"
/ Vaudeville artists for years have re-
sorted to the perfectly legitimate bit
of camoufiage of sending flowers to
themselves. Two sisters who danced
at the Palace last week got a big
wreath of flowers at the end of their
act. \ dramatic critic in the back
of the theater remarked that it might
be on the square. but that it was
old stuff. at best. A husband of
one of the dancers heard the remark
and butted into the conversation. He
offered to bet 500 to a nickel that
the flowers were sent by some ad-
mirer. ont getting a taker he Of
fered to whip the newspaper man
if he came out on the street. He
was denied this privilege. too. So
he frothed at the mouth awhile and
left. In fact, there is a certain florist
in side street near Boardway whose
business is largely made up Of max
ing bouquets for artists who have
them sent to themselves. After all.
it is no disgrace. Why shouldn't they?