The Washington herald., 1919-12-05
NEW YORK CITY.
By o. o. McNTYRE


New York. Dec. L-Thoughts while
strolling around Manhattan: Man go
ing home with Christmas tree across
his shoulder. Suppose Christmas tree
trimmers or something are on strike
for shorter hours. There's Wilton
Lackaye In a spiffy ove-coat Great
actor. But looks like a tired blood
hound. Soft silk collars with dinner
coats. A great idea. Wonder who in
vented the boiled shirt.
Margolius, the Wall Street barber.
Has only one chair. Charges 81 q
shave. Haircut bucks. Made for
tune in tips. Karl Kitchen in a cam
els hair coat. Jazz. Seattle Mayor
Ole Hanson listening to a street or
chestra- They intrigue me, too. Wish
I could play a saxophone.
Hypnotist giving show on Broad
way. Barmaids in the saloons now.
All the new novels to have paper
backs. I hear. George McManus, the
cartoonist, and his wife. Both got fur
coats. Pretty soft. Isaac Marcosson
back from Europe. Wonder how many
silk shirts he bought.
Young officers OF the English
Princes ship seeing the town. There's
Joe Neville, Yale's half-back. And he's
going to the movies. Butler pulling
down the shades in a Fifth avenue
home. They're lonesome looking guys.
Models leaving Hickson's for lunch.
Snappy.
Arthur Chapman in town. Wrote
"Out Where the West Begins" A
great poem. Horatio Alger, jr.. books
on sale. How foolish for libraries to
bar them. All were the same. Poor
boy gets rich and foils the villain.
Much better than the usual Rabelais-
ian novel. Barroom tales refurpished
for the boudoir.
Poor vendors OF holly wreaths.
Never seem to sell and they look so
pathetic. Angora appearing in the
shops. Rollin Kirby, the cartoonist.
Thinner than /. New kind of a Fifth
avenue coach. Think I'll ride in it.
Lowell Mellett. a well-known news
paper correspondent. is the new man
aging editor OF Golfers Weekly. His
wife, Bertha Mellett, is a writer Of
fiction. Recently she was on the last
lap of a 3O.OOO-word novelette,. She
had only three pages to finish. To
straighten the pages out fiat she placed
them inside of a well-known weekly
magazine and put a dictionary on top.
The old story. A maid threw the
magazine into the furnace-pages and
all. Mrs. Mellett is not given to tears,
but she confessed she spent a day
weeping. Then she braced up. sat
down and rewrote the story in ten
days time and it was so much better
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pected. This might be a lesson to
struggling authors.
At one OF the receptions here to the
young English Prince a farmer from
Connecticut stood in the receiving
line. He is a home-spun, one-gallus
fellow with the rough edges always
showing. As others bowed and
breathed Glad to meet Your High
ness" and set salutations, the Con-
necticut man seemed unmoved. When
it came his time he grabbed the
Princes hand and said: We'll, how
Is the Prince business holding up?"
And the Prince understood, held on
to the hand just a bit longer, SEEM
ingly warmed all over by the little
human Yankee touch.
Since prohibition. sailors who fire.
quent New York are carrying bottles
OF pure alcohol, used on shipboard for
mechanical purposes. about town with
them. With "shots" of the alcohol
they pep up harmless drinks. It is
said that thousands are acquiring a
taste for the deadly stun, which
usually ends in some serious mental
disorder. Many girls who consort with
sailors are also said to be acquiring
the pure alcohol habit. Warnings are
now being sounded in the New York
newspapers from medical authorities
as to the danger Of the new kind of
drink.