The Washington herald., 1919-06-09

New York. June "a page from
Came Jervas. c. Dillingham's man.
with q fine brochure on Drink"
which was brave but comickal In
spots. And up and about the house,
put do hurt when bend from the
business OF dancing at q. Wort's
house. Yet many of the ladies did say
that am like to make a dancer.
On foot through the town, and met
Gil Boag. the restaurant man, and he
tells me many noble tales Of the
Rialto, and did invite him into a
drink place for a frosted chocolate
and paid the reckoning with right
easy grace 1t being more than two
shillings.
To the sreat Pennsyivania inn to
see Sir Fred c. Kelly, newly come
from Chevy Chase. and he has just
writ book. and we talked of this
and that, he juggling scholarship
amazingly, and he brought for me a
I bit OF prose j. Riley. the poet, had
written about a game Of checkers,
and laughed until my belly ached.
In the late afternoon to Stamford
in Connecticut by benzine buggy, and
1t was strange to notice how the
people that short distance away do
oress more In the manner Of the coun-
| try folk
Thence to a place by the ocean, and
did see a lighthouse which intrigues
me. and made brave to row out to II,
but no boat was at hand. And for
dinner two men from the Far East
fine gentlemen they were, called Tsuro
and Moto-did the cooking and serv-
| ing. They were OF dark skin and had
no manners of the Occident, but I
made friends with them, which
seemed to annoy my host greatly. In
the late evening on the beach. watch
ing the tide and the great steamers,
and did resolve to become a better
man and did tell my wife, poor
wretch. so. but she showed little In.
terest. And so to bed in a great
room, where many bugs had collected,
l being nightly gnatbitten.
Water generally seeks its level
And generally speaking so does hu-
manity. There is young prize
Tighter in New York who is a cham
pion. One sees him out at the smart
roadhouses on Long Island with
flashily dressed young women whose
chemical compilations portray their
professions. The fighter never
drinks. But he is a good spender
and head walters fawn at his feet.
He dances the "shimmy" with
lDoraldinoesque skill and his clothes
and his silk shirts bespeak his love
of the spotlight. The other day on
Broadway he left his car out in
front of a restaurant. A mischiev-
Gus young boy was blowing the
horn when the fighter came out.
The man whose prowess has felled
many an opponent did not strike the
boy. neither did he kick him. In fact
he did not lay his hands upon him.
He spat in the lads eye.
. Old Herb Corey, the war corre-
lspondent. is resting in New York
before he packs his toothbrush and
shoe horn and starts off again for
some far-funE corner of the globe.
Mrs. Corey remained in Paris and
Mr.. Corey sought lodging at the
classy studio apartment operated
skillfully by Harry II. Mcclure and
lie Roy Ripley. the sport cartoonist
on West Sixty-seventh street.
The other evening the weather
was warm and after exhausting the
phonograph repertoire. Mr.. Corey
and Mr.. Ripley sauntered down to a
drug store for a tall soda water.
Suddenly both remembered a tele-
phone call SO they went into sepe-
rate booths.
About ten minutes later they came
out. The store was in darkness and
IAN the customers were gone. To
lComplicate matters a pretty girl
came out OF a third booth and look
ed at them haughtily and with an
air Of Touch -me-and-I'l ll-scream.
They moved to the front door and
found il locked. The soda water
clerk knocked off work on the dot
and being in a hurry did not see
the patrons in the telephone booths.
An hour later a passing policeman
heard the pounding on the door and
got the proprietor. Corey and Rip
ley sneaked home without saying q
word to each other.