The Washington herald., 1919-05-16

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while ambling about Newspaper
Row: Like to dip under Brooklyn
Bridge. All the sounds are weird
and hollow. Can feel the tremor OF
the printing presses. Nothing in
the world so fascinating as the
smell of printers ink. Horace
Greeley used to loaf in that little
tobacco shop. Dana bought his ci-
gars there.
There goes some printers. Fine,
romantic people those compositors-
all smeared with ink. Cynical at
times. but loyal. There's Black
Mike. the newsie-quite a charac-
ter. Tipped of more underworld
stories than any tipster In town
Calls city editors by thar first
names. Born in Chinatown.
Something foreboding about the
great gloomy pile of the Bridge.
Takes you back to the day of the
the gallery. The villain, the den
under Brooklyn Bridge female
figure shooting through space to the
waters below-an old boatman In q
faded Jersey and cap tugging at
the oars. The demoniacal laugh!
Funny to see little window boxes
in such tumble-down buildings.
Lily in a quagmire. There goes
F. p A. of the Tribune. on a bicycle.
Young chap in horn glasses Is a
book reviewer. Reviewers are too
young these days. Smart alecks.
Still the elderly reviewer usually
missed fire with his life. Why Is q
| review, anyway?
Oyster houses, leather, type
founders. hides = look at the old
newswoman smoking a cigarette.
Gay for her age. Wonder where
they live. Have to get up before
daylight. Like to watch the news
! is a penny. Max has a place up
on the Hudson and comes to town
now and then in his yacht to buy
polo mallets.
That mail wagon driver nearly
got me. I'm for electrocuting all of
them. Horse collar in a window.
Come to think of it. / haven't seen
a horse collar in a window since
was a boy. Poor horse collar
makers-not much to do. Looks
like 1 gotta buy my own lunch. \
Bide Dudley has landed on
Broadway with bang. His play
Come Along" is one of the hits of
the town. Bide came from Kansas.
with stop-overs at Kansas City,
where he ran a column on the
Times that created wide comment.
show in New York. but the Morn
ing Telegraph needed a columnist,
and so Dudley took the job. His
bright quips there attracted the
Evening World. and an offer Iured
him. He has been writing about
Broadway for the Evening World
for six years. Three years ago he
married one of New York's cele-
brated beauties, and now he is q
successful playwright. Oh. yes. he
began his career as station agent
and telegraph operator at wahoo,
Kan. Every night now he slips
down Broadway. and from the sec
ond floor over a photograph shop
watches his name come and go in
electric lights. and smokes 10-cent
cigars. As this goes to press, Dud-
ley tips the scales at 9S pounds.
The ten men over in Newark who
drank ten seidels of 2.75 per cent
beer to see If it would intoxicate
them did not even get a glow. All
of the old tests to decide drunken
ness were tried-walking on a crack,
saying big words, etc. When one
of the examiners asked them to
make a speech. and they refused
there wasn't doubt about it, They
were sober. But ten seidels is hardly
fair test. Why not give a man
as much as he naturally wants of
the fluid?
They gave dinner to Edwin
Markham. the poet. the other day.
All of the literary lights of the
town were there. The date also
served as a birthday for Shake
speare, Chauncey Depew and sew
"eral others of lesser prominence.