The Washington herald., 1919-03-29

New York. March 2s-The driver of
a taxicab in Manhattan is on the
same rung OF the social ladder as tho
blackjack artist. subway pickpocket
or second-story worker The public
cannot, believe he Is honest or that
he has a spark of gentleness. He Is
always pictured as bettle-orowed.
rough-necked pirate.
Many of them are. But there are
just as many who are deserving. hard
working young men. some mechanics
who have saved up and bought q taxi
TO become independent. They return
lost articles found in their cab when
possible and they do not have trick
meters.
There Is young lady of about
twenty-four who, was just beginning
to make herself known In the maga-
zine writing field. Editors did not
keep her waiting. Then one morn
ing she listened while a specialist
told her that according to the law of
medicine a hard fight at Saranas with
the great white scourge was to be
her portion.
With tear-blinded eyes she stumbled
out OF his office and stood IN Bit
ter dazeton the curb. a taxi circled
up and she was barely conscious of
giving the driver her address. She
knew only that she must get back to
the haven OF her apartment and
alone with her soul struggle back to
courage. At the end of her journey
she automatically held out her fare.
Through the mist of tears she saw
a smiling face and kindly voice
said: mo, miss. No money for this.
saw you were in trouble when I
drove up. Guess a fellow can do
something for somebody else once in
awhile without getting paid for II.
We are not all burglars. miss"
And a strong arm pushed open the
door and helped her to the elevator.
"Good-by'' said the same CHEEKY
voice. Don't you worry. Things will
come out all right"
The young woman did come out
"all right and has returned to the
magazine game.
At dusk the other evening, upon a
deserted side street where Broadway
roars at one end and Fifth avenue
laughs at the other. two women came
suddenly upon the desolste figure of
a doughboy, standing there quite still
and altogether Ionely-as though he
had no place to go, didn't know what
to do next
The first impulse was, OF course, to
proffer aid-to ask. at least, II aid
might not be welcome. Then, sober
second thought. that puts quietus
upon so many fine first impulses pre-
vailed-and without word. the wom-
en- went away. The hour was late
and home dinner awaited them
duties and pleasures were close
ahead. Why should they depart from
the beaten path.
But always will they regret Il and
always must they remember the for
lorn young figure in its russet uni
form. Some mothers boy standing
lonely in the heart of the worlds
great metropolis.
What If he he'd hesitated?
Jazzland is having its widest fling.
From Union Square to Seventy sec.
ond street, not a table is to be had
at the evening meal. Famous chefs
such as Theodore. at the Ritz. Guz-
zardi, at the Majestic and Panchard
at the McAlpine-say that never in
the history of New York has there
been such a demand for edible lux
uries. The diner out thinks nothing
of washing down mushrooms under
glass with a pint of champagne at IS
a pint. People who used to dine out
once a week are dining out every
night. July first is almost here and
they want to get I'm all the eating and
drinking before the end OF the world
comes. So rush Is the cafe business
that several men with money have
opened up cafes just for the last
three months. The Bal Tabarin and
the Momarte are notable examples.