The Washington herald., 1919-09-05
NEW YORK CITY
= Day-By-Day
By o. o. MCINTYRE

New York. Sept. 4-Thoughts while
strolling around Manhattan: Two chi
nese babies with an American nurse.
Times square. The heart beat OF
Manhattan. Everybody is on the
jump. Human fungi reaching for
gold. Act mad. Would like to see
pasture. a brook and lowing cattle
just for a little while. James Oliver
Curwood taking a Decent omnibus
ride.
Another cafe closed! Means more
cellars will be opened. Good story of
Harry Leon Wilson's. Went into a
New York department store ana
asked clerk for a paddock for a cellar
door. Fifty men followed him honEe
Used to poke all the jokes at Henry
Ford. Now they pin 'em on prohiol-
tion.
Whistles footing. Soldiers coming
in on transports. And to think of the
actors Kissing George NJ. Cohan!
Wonder if they know the story or
what he did for George Fuller Golden?
Dying on his feet, Cohan met him on
Broadway. Took him to office. Gave
him $4,000 check and sent him to Cali
fOrnia. Only obligation he eXacted
was for Golden never to tell. Came
out after Golden died. Stil, l hope
the actors win.
More crepe-de-chine dramas sched-
uled for fall. Fellow cleaning a VIM
dow at the thirteenth story without a
strap. Gives me a queer feeling in the
pit of the stOmach-Iike shooting the
Chutes. COney Island busses empty.
| Without beer-Concy might as well be
inferred.
Little shop is run by two Armenlnn n
refugees. Sell everything from ps-
tachio nut to a set of Henry Fielding
Like that myrrh odor. Old Blind
Charlie closing up his stand. Sings
all the time. Knows the Bible by
heart. There's Orville Harold. Co
ing to sing in the Metropolitan next
year One thousand berries a per-
formanCe. Some jack!
Ann Pennington and George White
going into the Claridge. Snappy
dressers. Broadway getting its night
I ly spray of electric lights Always
gives me a thrill. Think I'll turn
! here-there comes my tailor.
There was a huge puddle. formed
: by heavy showers. at the crossing at
Sixth avenue and Thirty-fifth street.
The home-going crowd grew, and the
traditional good humOr typical OF
crowds was missing. Swinging along
on A crutCh. one leg gone at the knee.
came one Of our own dOughboys. The
/ mark of suffering was still plain on
/ the face. The soldier placed his
| CrutCh in the middle of the PhddIe.
! his one good foot still on the dry curb,
| and easily swung himself to the other
side. With a grin. he turned and
| called back to the helpless ones.
! Garry on. civilians and disappeared
. up the street.
! 1t takes all morning long to get all
( of the Independent daughters OF
! Father Knickerbocker down to work,
/ From in the morning till IL there is
a steady stream of girls going TO
work. At the factory girls. at S the
shop girls. at $50 the stenOgraphers,
at the private secretaries, at 10 the
| mannikins. at 1890 the mattresses to
the lunchrooms and at II the last busy
daughter of Manhattan rushes down
/ town-to rehearsal And then they
| all want to get home at o'clock. me
| result-sweet subway crush.
| The free lance writer's have all
/ frightened up at the prospects for a
| fat winter. About ten new magazines
/ have been started recently-the latest
( Is Stageland. Two new women s
! maga zines are In the making. Many
| of the hack writer's are knocking out
/ 500 a week and working only few
/ days a week. There is 4 strong de-
mand for humor. Another little pub
! lication that offers something new in
/ the magazine rield is a monthly jour
/ nal for hotel bell-hops. 1t is called
/ The Bell-EIop. From 1t one gains the
| Information that nearly all of the big
/ hotel men started hopping bells"