The Washington herald., 1919-02-10

New York, Feb. 9.-As Samuel
Pepps might record in his diary: Up
betimes and by water to Hell's Gate,
the day being mighty fine and the
tide serving well. in My Lord Mer-
cadant's barque and we meet Mr..
Pierce, lately returned from Alaska,
and he is sorely stricken. his body
full of spots and all from being frost
bitten.
Back and with II. Roth to Port
Washington for lunch, where came
Clarence Burlington Kelland. the scriy-
ener. and Charles Norris. husband of
Mistress Kathleen. and we played at
planChette and had a mighty cold
drink of white wine, finely beaded.
and II went to my head making me
doltish and glad that the year will
see the end of even light wines.
Home in the late afternoon and came
Mr.. Clark, of Mr. Pulitzer's journal.
and Arthur Somers Roche and Fred
c. Kelly, and we had high time talk
ing of the days when we were young
journalists and I told of being the
city editor of a daily journal for one
pound week and ushered in the
theatcr at night to make extra money.
This day l saw Mr.. Tom Cochran,
of Japan, who has crossed the seas
for only a two-weeks' stay and Mis-
tress Cochran not making the jour
ney. At dinner at the Golden Eagle
l saw a handsome fellow in a fine
surtout and it was told to me that
he was a wencher and hath lately
stolen a wench from a rich young
buck. 1t being one OF the scandals of
the town.
Home where l lay all the evening
reading this and that and in especial
some clever verses that Miss Baird
Leonard hath fashioned, 1 deeming
her the best verse maker among us.
And so go to bed.
Col. William Hayward writes a New
York friend about one of the colored
regiments stationed in Il quiet sector,
where there was no Immediate danger.
However, when two soldiers were sent
TO listening post they were cautioned
to expect an attack at any time. One
of them was n bit jUinpy.
"Yere dey Come"' he whispered.
"Dere go de machine guns"
shut yo' mouth, nigger!" consOled
the other Dat amt no machine
guns; dat's yo' teeth chatteriu."
lynda. Dora and Esther keep a
restaurant Zyn, Dor. Est spell
Zyndorest-thats what they call it.
1t is the only place in New York
where you can eat real knishes, Il
deliCacy made of liver, onions and
raw potatoes.
When you move from the shadow
of the Third avenue Il" across the
avenue to 115 East Tenth stree,
you can smell the redolent COM
pounds of this Yiddish tidbit pene-
tratinE through the closed doors OF
the Zyndorcst to the damp streets
outside
If it alIures you and you follow
it UP six brOwnstOne steps and into
the first floor front you will smell
other SINE eIls-the rich smell is gar
lie, and the sunocating smell Of
blue tobacco smoke. and the smell
of sweat and cheap perfume. It is
place where worlds are remade
while you wait.
You will hear the babel OF many
tongues. tn" sound of splitting. pur-
ring Russian, Yiddish in all its Nifty
seven varieties, and the soft gliding
syllabIes of pidgeOn English and
over all III" deep boom of the pro-
feSsor telling the world OF hts
philosophy. He is a friend of Ber-
nard Shaw-and you may not be-
Iievc his theories but you admire
his neTvc-or is it gall?
Samuel Shipman has sold his
fourth play this season. He has
three now running on Broadway
the greatest record ever made b! a
playwright. Max MARGIN once had
two running on Broadway and the
third being tried "on the dog" at
Atlantic City. Both are young Jews,
small of stature and the last per
sons in the world you would think
clever enough to produce the brand
OF Clcverness they produce.