The Washington herald., 1919-04-11

New York. April io.-Thoughts while
sitting in deep leather chair in Pea
cock Alley at tea time: That woman
under the amber lights looks about
25. That's her grandson with her.
Pretty steady line to the bar. Won
der why that house detective keeps
looking at me? There goes Garry
Hermann.
Woman with the olive complexion
and looking so demure IL Doraldine.
She gets a handful of straw and wraps
around her and does a shivvering
Hawaiian dance ina cabaret. Some
body said she came from Kokomo.
Ind. Wonder who Charlie Darnton is
looking for7 He's a good critic, but
it's funny how he gets his name up
in electric lights at the Winter Gar
den every year Wish I could do that
Funny about that house detective.
He's still looking. / gotta right to
sit here. By George, she's got a dog
in her mufY. See anything here. Used
to see a woman with diamonds in her
heels. Wonder what's become OF her?
Suppose she's in vaudeville.
Fellow IN the doorway with a green
fuzzy hat is Irwin Cobb. He still
carries cane. Old fashioned: Like
to know Just what he makes a year.
Think I'll ask him. Call this tea time.
but everybody comes to lap up cock
tails and highballs.
The old boy with the gout is an old
timer. Somebody told me he was try
ing to kill himself before July /. /
used to have ambition to have the
gout. All ever had was the Group.
First time I ever saw a guy wearing
pink collar. Bud Fisher and his
father. Buds wearing the old Sam
Brown belt. A lot OF confidence games
have started in this little old alley.
Shck-looking little guy is Benny Leon
ard. the prize fighter. Kids gotta
mighty wallop. Wonder how II would
feel TO be knocked out?
House detective rs getting on my
nerves. I'll move. I don't want any
trouble Suppose he thinks I'm a bad
ger worker or something. Might as
well be home anyway.
A certain New York sporting writer
had been dining we'll on Broadway
with some friends. He lives over on
the East Side near the North River.
When he walked about ten blocks he
found himself in a thick fog. Stumb-
ling along a narrow pathway he
found himself descending a flight of
steps. He heard someone coming his
way.
Pardon me-" he said to the dim
figure which presently loomed through
the fog. but can you tell me where
am going top
Certainly. sir" replied the other a
little thickly. ''If you go straight, on
you will walk into the river. l have
Just come OUT"
broadway on n sunny afternoon.
Pale little f1appers in white shoes
treading to and from the cabarets.
Pimply youths in belted coats Curb
stone comedians toiling not and spin
ming yarns. Taxicabs jazzing through
the trafic. wild maze of parasitism,
paresis' paint, powder, pull, papas,
pimples and penology.
There Is a solid row of one-story
shops on the west side of Broa diva v
IN the Thirties. For years the shacks
nave been an eyesore to the street.
ana yet. owned by a man who does
not believe in progress. nothing can
De done. He has been offered millions
tor the property, and there would to-
day be row of skyscrapers-except
mat the man does not believe in sky
scrapers. He lives in the past. New
York has outstripped him, and he has
soured. So long as he lives, II is re-
ported. the one-story row of little
shops will remain.