The Washington herald., 1919-05-17

New York: May 1.-THE great city
rose the other day to honor NJ. Henri
Mouquin and Madame. his wife. on
the sixtieth anniversary Of their
marriage. 1t was more than the greet
ings Of the passing day-passing. eheu
fugaees! One could not help but feel
that among those present were the
ever living spirits OF many now here
no longer in the hesh-smiling their
congratulations
Who does not know OF Mouquin's-
downtown and uptown. Itsis uptown
where the initiated go and whisper
into the garcon's ear: Bring me the
boss's breakfast" And soon 1t comes
bacon. liver. a small bit of steak and
hot baked potatoes with paprika and
butter Just as Papa Mouquin used to
have II in the back room when he
was winning fame and fortune.
! Mouquin's has been the injecting place
of the notables. The once familiars
of the old Nassau street restaurant
and the better known Fulton to Ann
refectory. make a godly company OF
beneficent, choice spirits-Charles A
Dana. Henry Ward Beecher. White
law Reid. william Cullen Bryant
John Hay. James Gordon Bennett and
Horace Greeley.
All OF these and more came in the
| days when a man ate a steak with a
lot of gravy for breakfast instead oi
nibbling at a bit of toast and eating
a pre-digested egg. Only those who
have eaten bouillabaisse know the
SAVIOR of Papa Mouquin's ambrosial
perfection. II is indeed futile to try
to put the nectar of Pommard OF
a Chateau Margaux into cold type.
| Mouquin's Is the home of French
| cooking In New York. All the artists
go there and so do the real judges OF
fine special dishes. Mouquin's Is an
institution that for more than a half
century has dispensed comfort and
peace OF mind as well as of body to
more thousands than NJ. Mouquin can
| count.
Now NJ. Henri and Madame live on
a big farm down in Virginia. where
Madame still makes the plat du jour
| and, as Monsieur assures us. makes
II as good. ah. better than she did
sixty years ago."
'Tis growing to be a madder world
than ever. my masters. The littlC
pearl gray bowler derby is dottins
Fifty Avenue like a December snow
storm. They come from England and
all the smart shops are showing them
and all the English chaps. just over
are wearing them. They Mt the heat
so close that the ears bulge. A rip
ping new style-rawther. old dear.
Down on the Bowery they have a
! character known as Honest Bill
For years he has worn that cognomen
and 1t was before a magistrate the
other day that he was asked how he
won such a name for honesty. His
story was about as this: Twenty
years ago he was in the back room
of notorious place, called Suicide
| Hall. drinking. One OF his compan-
ions, with a glass eye. fell asleep and
| the glass eye fell out. When ht
awakened the man who Is now known
as Honest Bilr' restored the glass
eye to its owner. That. in the Bowery
circles in which he moved. entitled
him to the name of Honest Bill"
Almost any other person would have
pawned it.
In a dance hall in the Bronx the
other night the detectives arrested a
young man who in court admitted he
had not worked for some time. An
inquiring magistrate wanted to know
IL he ever worked.
| ''Oh. yes SIR" he said blithely. 81
picked out a profession early in life
mastered it and work at it regularly
1t requires only one days work a
year
The court sat. wiped its judicia
| spectacles and took another look
You work only one day a year?
What in the name of heaven do you
| do?'
Il am an expert trimmer of Christ
mas trees" chirped the young man.
1t might be added that no will not
work at his trade next year. He will
help pulverize some larger rocks on
| Blackwelrs Island.