The Washington herald., 1919-03-18


New York. March 1.-THE curtain
has been rung down by the police
on the last of the preprohibition
hebdomadal frolics which have been
raging in New York. The all-night
soirees filled a longing by gentle
men and lady rum hounds to stay up
all night every night until July 1.
Greenwich Village couldn't hold
ali these wild revels and SO they
moved UP to the new artistic CEN
ter, where Jimmy Flagg. Pen Stan
laws, Harrison Fisher and others
live, on Sixty-seventh street west.
The balls have been held at the
Cafe des Artistes, or to the initiated
the Cafe daze Ar-teests, but the last
one known as the Soirei OF the
Sybarite or some such nomenclature
resulted in the police declaring the
all-night frolics off. They can only
be held until 2:3o and not a single
drop of chianti or champagne after
l1-Sthere.
When the police arrived at sun
up all the village artists were there
and the police for the. first time met
M'soo Fab Rhi, who is one of the
most interesting of all the village
| types.
He was in the lobby when he saw
the police come in and in a tone
pianissimo he commanded "Deth-
itht! When the police disobeyed he
lisped In Russian: "Oc topskykof
pzcylfglowsky." which means in
other tongues: 20. you awful big
mans, ain't you the fresh thing"
Fab Rhfs body was painted the
color of a wimpf, his cataract OF
hair was tied up like the plumage
OF a cook. and all that kept him
from getting pinched for lack of
clothes was an unsteady breech
clout dyed with the juice OF caviar.
The dancers Bolshevik chatter
grew allegro. and like most Soviets
Fab Rhi talked with his feet as
we'll as his hands. and as little bells
were tied with a pink ribbon around
each little tootsie of Fab Rhrs ped
ais the language sounded like the
Naturalization Of one of Santa
Claus reindeers.
The police shattered the crystal
on his wrist watch. pushed him into
fountain. ordered all lights out
and went back to the station. The
village balls will no more be held
above Tenth street.
Benjamin De Casseres, poet, wit
| and a noted Broadway midnight
son. listened to an argument about
prohibitions coming the other
| night in Jacks. Finally stretching
and yawning as If the whole topic
bored him, he said: Well. the thirst
Is yet to come"
A warm summer day came to
broadway last week and the lunch
con hour was like a sweltering day
in July. The models, manicures.
| coat nymphs, chorus girlies. hair
dressers, vaudeville sister acts,
| cabaret chanteusees-if that word
has a variant plural-and all the
famous lunch grabbers of the
Great White Way were out in new
spring costumes. They have them
ready and It is a thrill to them to
be the first to wear them. They
| always don straw bonnet the
last of February. They are the
kind that hoIler when they do not
! go to the smartest places for lunch
that is when they are being in
vited out, but when alone they en-
! thus iastically hit up the beans at
the Automat. They wear the silk
! lest hose, the loudest frocks and the
rakiest hats-and yet they always
complain of the hard. hard exis-
tence they are forced to endure.
Gosh! how those girls do suffer.
The reopening OF the visitors
gallery at the Stock Exchange is
a proof of the return OF something
OF the piping times of peace" The
| inquisitive pilgrim from Peoria may
now look down on the daily pande-
monium, wonder what it is all about
and return to bis home laden with
| financial experience. 1t is a great
| sight to see men and young boys
rushing about like a huge, crowd
| OF maniacs.