The Washington herald., 1919-04-10

New York, April "a unique little
studio has been opened UP in the
! shadow Of the Times Building on
broadway. by s. j. Kaufman, the
Broadway Boswell and pungent par
agrapher for the Globe s. jay In
the only columnist in town who does
not resort to kidding smaller town
newspaper items to hold the public
attention.
His apartment. so far as is known.
y the only real literary center In
the heart of the Tenderloin, There
Is study canopied in pink silk with
system OF iiood-light. His library
Is one OF the best-seiected in the CITY.
There is a cosy smoking room where
over the midnight pipes the critics
or the town, playwrights, raconteurs
and other members of the Hterati
gather for counsel and discussion.
A Night down and one steps into
the seething cauldron of the Tender
, loin with Its petty chickering's, Shrek
ing orchestras. soiled doves and all
the srtificiality of night life. The
contrast Is so great that one cannot
hclp but feel il.
haufman's selection. of his studio
Is In keeping with his original way
or doing things. He can thread hs
way amid seemingly chaotic, archi-
eectural piles of boxes. of barrels,
crates casks, kegs and bulging bags;
roundaoout many fetlocked draught
horses attached to huge trucks and
wagons and emerge with some highly
interesting bit of information about
butter. eggs or cheese. Making, as
IL were, OF a prosaic walk noble
I DAaAn ha
for the Joyous sustenance of man,
Someone has said he could WRIT a
hunian-interest story about a Ber-
;nnda ouion. He digs up all the hid
den treasures in basement restaurants
ana he knows where ono may fnd the
pest spanish omelet, the best meat
sauce the best chianti and other gas
| tronomlc wonders of New York's side
streets. OF course he was not born
in New York. He lived in Ridge
way, Pa, until he went to London to
/ become a Fleet street journalist. He
returned to work on the Globe four
years ago. He has two successful
plays and also a successful ceIluloiS
| drama.
| IL was mean trick a press ngenL
played on Inspector Dominick Henry
or the Tenterloin squad Inspector
Henry got an anonymous letter about
gambling place and opium den in
the gilded atmosphere Of Central Park
West The raiding squad got out their
axes and crept up to the big mansion.
By impersonating a messenger in
uniform a door was opened and the
squad flooded into the place, Amaze
ment was written In pallid letters on
the faces OF a score of men and wom-
en- who stood like living statues
I around a roulette wheel. The poker
! players were transfixed with cards in
I their hands.
Ana through rift in the silver por-
there's of connecting room a mixed
company reclining on divans merely
raised themselves on an elbow and
remained in that attitude The opium
I pipes were distinguishable.
! Then one Of the detectives noticed in
/ one corner of the main salon a mo-
/ ton picture camera and a man in his
I shirtsleeves with his hand on the
| crank.
II might be well TO turn from gigan-
| tic events and important persons to
sing few words OF praise for Richa nd
| ConoHer, reporter on the Herald. and
DICK to his friends. He was assigned
to cover the wilkins murder case.
! He sauntered-newspaper always
saunter-ever to the Pennsylvania Sta
tion when DIR. wilkins, indicted for
wife murder, wired the district attor-
ney he was returning from Baltimore.
Mr.. Conover was not alone in his
quest. There were policemen. plain
! clothes experts and the famed camera
eyes and fnger-print sharks OF New
fork's police department. But as
train after train came in and nobody
descended shouting I'm the guy" the
sleuths faded. But Conover found the
man and turned him over to the po-
lice.