The Washington herald., 1919-02-24

New York. Feb. GAS Samuel
Pepys might record In his diary: Up
betimes and to my booksellers for a
new volume. now nightly called for.
and home for breakfast. where tho
serving men were in an unusual man.
ner merry, believe with drink, and
upset a beaker OF milk, some falling
on my new surtout.
Through the town afoot and came
upon Mr.. Bushman. the cinema
player. and his wife, Mistress Bayne,
leading two great Danes, the largest
brutes over saw, but graceful
withal.> Thence to the dock to see
Courtney Ryley Cooper. tho scrivener.
who showed of for France, and he
discussed international law and the
league of nations and affairs in Rus
sia, which ! know too little about to
discuss intelligently.
This day ! met Mistress Ried, who
earns a fabulous salary, the highest
hear, in America of any trade,
and found her fayre lady and well
spoke. Mr.. Williams took me- to the
Dutch Treat luncheon. where we did
eat pig, and came Leroy Scott, l.
Marcosson, lately home from the war;
Peter Clark Macfarlane, and many
other men of letters.
In the evening to dinner with Mr..
Tilton and Mistress, Watson, and my
wife. poor wretch, Il being her birth
day. and at the inn on the broadway
they had wrestlers, Japanese juggiers
and performing dogs, which is an i'm
provement over the musical melanges
Of the cabarets. And so home late
and to bed.
The common or Madison Square
Garden Bolsheviki still bobs up in un-
expected places. A Bolshevik was
riding down Fifth avenue atop a bus
In the residential district the bus
passed by Il home on whose service
flag thers were two stars.
The chef and the butler" sneered
the Bolshevik to his friend. Another
house had but ono star. THE chef
Is still there" said the trailer OF
TrotEky.
ed forward, slapped the tormentor on
both cheeks. That first flag" sne
said Indignantly, was for the two
Vanderbilt boys. The second was for
Vincent Astor."
A snappy young man in a fuzzy hat
and pea green overcoat was buzzIng
bored looking soldier in the lobby
OF the Astor. Ho told among other
things of a friend OF his in Montana
who wa Oh, so very rich that ne
bS--Snt an overcoat made of seal
skin, lined with ermine.
That's northing." remarked the
soldier, Sitting a yawn that strus-
Eled for expression, 81 know several
hundred soldiers on the other side
who had overcoats lined with ver-
min."
In Carnegie Hall a Young woman
has opened an office and on the door
in gilt letters it is announced that she
Is Specialist in the High Art OF
elf-EXpresslon." Her clients are
those self-conscious souls who are full
or energy, vitality, pep and Jazz. but
who cannot express themselves prop
erly. New York is full of those kind
of folk. A man may walk all over
your feet, jab his knee into your
stomach and blow garlic zephyrs
down your neck. At first blush one
might think such n man was angry
with you. but he is merely trying to
get out OF a subway train at his home
station. The expert also finds out II
your mortal clay is on good terms
with your deathless spirit. If not
why not? Eventually 1t will be. so
why not now, she argues. Limousines
bowl up TO Carnegie Hall and empty
out their hordes of patrons TO tho
new specialist. Starting with one
little room, she now has suite OF
Ave Offices, and it takes several days
before one can even get 1t to make an
appointment.