The Washington herald., 1919-10-10
NEW YORK CITY
By O. o. MCINTYRE
Especial correspondence of The
Herald).


Herald).
New York. Oct s.-Thoughts
while strolling around Manhattan:
The Monkey Shop" is opened. Sell
marmosets. Only live q year or SO
here. Cruel fad. There goes James
X. Hackett. He's getting gray
around the temples. Somebody or
other left him fortune. Mrs,
Garrison and her stepson going for a
walk in the park. New building to be
home for aged walters. All of them
have broken arches.
anyway, the Giants kept New
York out of the annual world se-
RES ticket scandal Amusing
vaudeville announcement: The
Marvellous Hogans in an IdyIlic
Skit." There's Mrs. George M. Co.
han. First time I ever saw her on
broadway. Rarely leaves the pig
farm at Great Neck. Jim Reran-
owns the Knickerbocker. Acts as
oouncer himself II anybody gets
rough.
charle| sabin. the banker, enter
ing a subway kiosk. Why kiosk?
l must get some dope on that word.
Always makes me think OF a harem,
Cranberries selling for 81 a box,
Used to be a dime a quart. More
people in town than I ever saw be-
for-. The way to escape crowds in
this town is to go to church.
a couple of dwarfs in an auto
made for them. Probably from the
Hippodrome. Think I'll go over
and sting Mark Leuscher for a few
passes. He's a good guy. Theater
seats selling for $3.50 at the box
ONCE. Say they will be 81 in a
month. And the war tax extra! !
How do they do it? Still the
theatrical managers have got to
live.
Sonia. the Village cigarette girl,
on an autoped. why doesn't Tif-
! fany's have show windows or a
sign to tell what it is? Fifth ave-
nue. thinks it is classy. l think
it's snobbery. Dentists now charg-
ing $50 an hour. Used to get a
fang yanked for a quarter. This
high cost of living is breaking my
heart. Wonder where l could get
a little something to perk me up?
I'm getting depressed. All! There
it is-a soda fountain. Me for a
nut sundae!
She was a motherly little woman,
obviously here on her first visit.
And one knew she was from a
small town. A porter trailed after
her. his arms piled high with boxes
and packages and a huge old fash
ioned carpet bag. She finally fell
into the arms of a young girl
perhaps her daughter. After the
greetings she began to give orders
to the porter. She had blackberry
jam in one package and she scolded
him when he put II down heavily.
He was about ten minutes sorting
out her baggage for her and plac-
ing it in shape. Finally he started
to go and the little woman be-
slowed a generous smile upon him
and he left grinning from ear to
ear.
anyone" said the younger. ANY
body would think you were a queen
the way he treated you"
l. We'll he certainly ought to-
and the brown eyes snapped-"I
gave him a nickel"
Three New York newspapers give
the simultaneous announcement of
Sunday feature entitled Does
Prohibition Pay?" And all were
written by different writers. My
guess is that the fellow who in
terviewed the cafe proprietors had
little trouble in finding an answer.
Fourteen eating places where drink
was formerly sold went into bank
ruptcy last week.
The fashionable, exclusive dress
making establishments in Manhat-
tan are now on West Fifty-seventh
street on the block running into
Fifth avenue. Most of these estab-
lishments are old private homes.
There are no window displays and
the only thing to indicate what is
inside is a uniformed door opener
with a sign on his cap in gold
braid. A number of the most high
priced hat shops are now located
on this street. In fact, one almost
adjoins the home of Cornelius Van
derbilt-