The Washington herald., 1919-04-04

New York. April G-Thoughts while
dining at an Sc cent table dho<e:
Blooey: Whatever that was went right
to my head. That guy with the trick
| goatee and the Ebert Hubbard tie Is
a cubist painter I suppose. Either
that or a Yonkers tailor. Hot - &c.
| henna here. Here comes the soup,
| Up with the napkins as Tad would
say.
Funny how you have to wander
! through lot Of rooms to get In these
red ink Joints and then land in the
backyard. Some washing our neigh
Dor has. That's Carlo Fornaro drink
ing coffee and smoking cigarettes
Diaz jailed him in Mexico once, He's
a great cartoonist. Never goes to bed
until sun-up and sleeps all day.
! Hope they put a lot OF meat sauce
| himself In the arm with a hypo. Not
a bad looking sort. either. Here
! comes the red ink" It's fine tongue
| coater. The fat woman wants 10 sing.
! Suppose Caruso eats here. He eats at
every one in New York, according to
| the owners. Wonder what he does
with all the FOOD he is supposed to
eat
II that fellow back Of me doesn't
stop saying "complacent" I'm going
to bean him. His favorite word. He
! spoke of the food as being COM
placent" His tongues getting thick
That pale, specialized, middle-sged
young man is reading the Atlantic
Monthly. Looks like Oliver Herford.
Good publicity. the President quoting
nne of his jokes.
Little cigarette girl looks out of
] nd a
a salary. Just get the tips Fine place
for ideals to sprout. Ray Rohn and
Herb Roth coming in. Just out Of
government service. Cozy little place
OF theirs down at No. Il Gramercy
Park. They quit shaving for a year
once on bet and Central ONCE men
trailed them for anarchists.
4 Here comes the check. I'll begin
stying my shoe. Anyway ] paid for
the last red ink dinner. Madam is
| still at the cashiers desk. Her son
Castor. hear. was blinded in France
Some say she has made a fortune out
of this little dump and owns a row
of Bronx apartment houses. There
goes that fat woman singing again.
No change for the hat check girl
Well, I'll give her quarter. Rather
a cheap evening at that.
Walking down Broadway any af-
ternoon, you are liable to be obstruct-
ed in your peramo<lations by a small
! knot of loiterers passing before q drug
store window. No one can resist look
ing. I have watched men evidently
| in hurry stop and see what they can
see.
In the window is an active young
man of mobile countenance. You
wonder what the young man is going
! to do. Suddenly he begins pulling
! trantically at a crayat. He grows pur-
| pie as he keeps tugging away. The
cravat is stuck hopelessly in the COL
J lar. In disgust he tears the collar
from his neck.
The crowd Is breathlcss. He picks
| mp a resdy-made bow tie. A wire
prong is slipped deftly under the
| wings of the collar and over the collar
| button. II sticks. A bland smile
! spreads over the Young mans face. \
| card is held up reading twenty-five
/ Cents" The crowd moves on and on
| until it comes to the next shoe VIM
| dow where all day long a young man
/ gashes blocks Of wood with a magic
( razor, only to sharpen IL to greater
keenness, so that he cuts with it the
/ finest hair.
/ The last of the East Side 'Iittle
| Mayors was recorded in the passing
/ OF Simon SteIngut, Mayor of Second
/ avenue. Joe Levy was chosen to take
! his place but he will always be known
/ az Duke OF Essex street Two other
! powerful mayors" OF East Side dis
| tficts, Aaron Humpy Hanover. ruler
2 90 .
{ Chinatown. died some years ago and
! if their places were filed their sue
! Cessors have not risen to distinction
| None ruled as long as Steingut. who
was a benevolent despot for thirty
J years.