The Washington herald., 1919-09-18
NEW YORK CITY
By o. O. MclNTYRE

New York, Sept. 17.-It is taking a
lot Of money and the entire legal
machinery of the district attorneys
office to fasten the laws cluth on
kid" Regan, a dapper little po-
maded chap OF Broadway's army of
the workless. The Kid has a string
OF aliases. among them being James
Ryan. but his real name is Peter +.
Regan, and he is a brother of Police
Lieutenant Martin Regan.
The Kid has been making a hand
book on the races with his head
quarters on the curb at Broadway and
Forty-eighth street. Before that he
ran crap games and poker games in
various parts OF the town. Several
times his bank-roll has been peeled
down to the rubber band but the Kid
Is ingenious and he always shows up
, serenely with more of the old jack.
His latest arrest was for working
the old coin matching game on an
unsuspecting but subsequently indig-
nant gentleman from San Francisco,
who was in the city to see the sights
and the Kid asked him for a match
or something to break the conversa-
tional Iceland, well it was the same
old story.
The man from the West, out where
the great heart OF It is clean-if you
believe your movie lessons-was as
free Of money two hours later as a
crippled flea is OF crutches. And the
Kid had some travellers checks which
he took TO a jaZzy hsberdashery shop
and signed so that he might indulge
in his passion for silken shirts, fili-
greed hose and bizarre crayats.
Then the Kid was pinched. The
victim said the Kids police lieuten-
ant brother came around and offered
to settle with him for cash IL he would
withdraw the charges. He spurncd
the gold and then the New York
World. which the police say is al
ways mussing into private affairs, got
on the Job and demanded that the
Kid be prosecuted.
Legal juggling begsn-from court to
court-and all the tricks of the trade
were used. The Kid claims persecu-
ton and so does the police lieutenant.
who doesn't deny that It has kept him
pretty busy keeping his ne'er do well
brother out OF trouble before. The
underworld is watching the case with
unusual interest. Precedents mean a
lot to the underworld
They were discussing Booth Tark-
/ ington. the Indiana novelist, at the
Press Club the other day and his
publishers press agent who was pres
ent remarked that Harrington worked
harder than any other novelist, in his
opinion. He does not use a type
writer. He works at an artists draw
ing table with a little stock OF paper
before him and every word is pondered
and balanced. Haywood Broun. of the
Tribune. who was present, declar
that II Mr.. Harrington used lead pen
ellis he was quite sure that Harold
Bell Wright composed only on type
writer, pausing only once every TWEEN
ty-four hours to oil the machine with
a little treacle. He also opined that
Robert w. Chambers used only an
adding machine and Theodore Dresser
an axe.
The Fifth avenue jewelry shops are
displaying in their windows the most
elegant line OF silver tipped hio-
pocket TASKS one could ina gine. There
are those too with 1ecks of gold en-
twined in the cut glass There are
places for the engraving of names and
addresses, too-for the loss OF the
contents in New York in these days
is a mighty one. The jewelers. say
that the demand for fine hip pocket
TASKS is tremendous. Many whole
salers are inventing tiny cocktail
TASKS for the vest pockets and now
milady's vanity case has cocktail
tube as a regular part of the outfit
1t may be all right. I'm a bit old
fashioned-and anyway, while these
folk are filling these glittering TASKS
with choice liquors | cannot help, but
think OF the eight men in the Bronx
who went into the back end of a
cheap saloon and were given wood
alcohol and were carried TO the hos
pital and paralyzed an hour later.
Four Young men in striped shirts
and plaid caps were carried feet
up into city hospital the other day
apparently suffering from intoxica-
tion. After hurried examination
the chief physician said: What
have you young fellows been drink
ing
Just Us per cent beer" they said
weakly.
Come. none of that. The truth. ."
said the doctor. The 2.75 per cent
beer couldn't make q canary stewed
and you're tough birds"
But the young fellows insisted
The doctor saw that they were be-
coming more intoxicated. So he
smelled their breath. He shifted
ether. He found out the name of
the saloon. took government agents
and sure enough the proprietor was
putting ether in beer to supply the
kick-and it had a mighty wsllop,
too.
A cooperative restaurant has
been started on Second avenue 1t
is owned and patronized by the din
ers. They consist of group Of
radicals whose business sagacity
and clannishness led them to organ
ize this place against the high cost
of eating and it has proved a highly
successful venture. IT is probably
the only restaurant in the city
owned by its diners and il is tip
less.
Where'll They Bury
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