The Washington herald., 1919-11-21
NEW YORK CITY
By o. o. McMTYRE

New York. Nov. 2o.-Thoughts
while strolling around Manhattan:
A Fifth avenue rector wearing rid
Ing breeches and a monocle. Heigh
no! Five years ago 90 cents would
buy q quart of gin. Now It won't
buy anything. George Randolph
Chester. Getting gray. Deserted
literature for the movies. Leo
Feist. king of Tin Pan Alley.
Greenwich Village. And not q
bobbed head in sight. Where are
the drones? The Brevoort chef.
Paunch -billows comfortably over
his belt. Wish I was fat Harry
Brown says I look like a South Sea
pelican. Jealous of my figure. Girl
in the new London jazz boots.
Made OF different strips OF leather
like q crazy quilt.
Wretched looking women carry
ing bundles OF wood on their heads.
Live in the slums. Husbands with
massive ebony boards sit in the
doorways and smoke pipes all day.
Everybody seems to be driving their
own cars these days. Wonder what
has become of the alert. pathetic
lads who used to be chauffeurs.
That mail wagon almost got me.
Think 1 better take out more in
surance. A horse and sulky. Old
fashioned stun! The Pandora Wish
Shop. Sell gifts. A stunty name.
Nine. Sazimova in a white fur hat
and coat. Has a tan car lined with
Alice blue.
ANliterary lion coming out of the
Ritz. Ruddy joweled, admirably
tailored and impressively worldly.
Carries, a swagger stick. / don't like
his books so / won't mention his
name. Hat shop has a Hawaiian
orchestra. Ought to have Hula
hula girls. Music makes you think
OF blue lagoons. Sky brushing
palms. I'm getting poetic. I'll go
home.
The quick lunch was, crowded
with the MONDAY crowd. The pa
irons were engrossed in their food.
lone patron came in and gave an
order to the waiter behind the
counter. Instantly the latter's
voice sang out, Chicken going
out" With one accord every head
turned toward the door and then a
ripple ran around the room as each
realized it was only the waiter Civ
ing an order down the dumbwaiter
for a chicken sandwich to be taken
out by the patron.
Walter Damrosch, conductor Of the
New York symphony Orchestra,
has started a plan to encourage
through liberal gifts the training of
American oboe players. It is an
instrument that is almost ignored
by many music lovers. Yet the
oboe is more than a factor indis-
pensable for every first class or
chestra. Historically it is the old
est in all the reed group. Speci-
mems of the Egyptian oboe, whose
sportive lilt may have enriched the
very first Follies on the Cheops
Roof, still linger at museums.
Agreeably TO its ancient origin.
the oboe sounds an eerie, beseech-
ing note which, even in light mel
ody. recalls the distant past. No
other tones so vitalize 1000 years
OF pastoral poetry. For the lambs
in Central Park and Wall Street
will never come a-frisking when
the shepherd pipes his merry roun-
delay.
1t is only the musical stock raiser.
the Tityrus in evening clothes, who
can now divert ones fancy with
suggested visions of perfectly white
sheep in graceful undulation upon
perfectly green grass. An oboe
player, who is expert. can make Sl0o
to 5000 a week. And there is a
demand for them.
A moving picture director was
sent out the other day 10 get some
typical buns or hoboes and bring
them to the studio. He secured the
town and could not fine a single
bobo-nOt even on the Bowery. He
searched down into the ice house
ghettos. under the bridge. down
West street. through Fulton, Mar
ket. past the slips, where in the
days-that were. one could almost ex-
pect to stumble on bubbling Null
ligan"-but there were none.