The Washington herald., 1919-06-23

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New York. June ga page from
the diary of q modern Samuel
Pepys: Up betimes but in . pet
about the lamp-lighter singing
maudlin songs under the window.
the fellow foxed with wine. /and
yet all the morning I found myself
smiling at his ditties. Mr.. Capel
came with news that Jess Dandy is
back on Broadway In play of
long standing. he being one OF my
favorite harlequins.
This day / did engage the new
lodger. up one flight. in discourse.
He is q gentleman of easy speech
and is a scrivener by trade. but is
a man of large means I infer for he
spoke Of having typist and he
later bought my dog q da'penny's
worth of meat Through the town
afoot and bought for a shilling a
sprig of lavender for my wife. poor
wretch.
The magazine check having ar
rived ! set out to buy some COL
CURED prints and some shirting silk
but the prices were so steep I
turned about at Thirty fourth
street and made a vow to put the
sum out at interest. which will be
little.
William McHarrg. the novelist,
called and is to take up his de-
mesne here, being tired of Chi
cago which is a city in the interior.
He talked of eating places in town
and spoke of a place for the
healthy poor and a place for the
pathological rich. which amused
me nightly and dullard that 1 am
I'm fascinated by bright speech.
Home in the late evening and
played a few tunes on the harpis-
chord and sang two noble tunes. in
especial Sand Dunes which l
deemed the best musick piece ever
writ in this or any other time.
Reading for q time some tales of
Thoreau. I grew to doing. and so
to bed.
- 1t is a strange slant on human
nature but the fact is that nearly
everybody in New York despises
adding up a restaurant check.
They seem to think it Is an indica-
tion of smallness. Most people
know that restaurant prices are
too high and they scream to high
heaven about gouging. But they
will not add up their checks. Res
taurant checkers and cashiers are
the most careless class of en-
ployees in Manhattan. An old time
New Yorker. who dies not care for
a walters sneer or a restaurateur's
uplifted eyebrow, has been adding
up his own restaurant checks for
years. He says that two out of five
are wrong.
Forty-sixth street, between Fifth
and Sixth avenues was for years a
quiet residential street. A lot of
rich people resided on the thor
oughfare. Then one family became
impoverished and leased the family
home. A millinery shop sprouted
on the first hoor and the other
three floors were made over into
bachelor apartments. The other
residents, horrihed, bought other
homes where vulgar trade was
barred. Forty-sixth street sud
denly becomes a street OF small
and classy shops. No street in
New York is like 1t. There are
Maisons This and That devoted to
everything from umbrellas to fur
coats. Little antique shops. queer
tea places and chintz pastry shops,
chiropody marvels give the street
marcel wave experts. beauty sharks,
an air of metropolitan mystery
that fascinates.
picurean experts are awaiting the
appearance of the white eyed To-
Gusts. the new food, on New York
bills of fare. Oscar. of the Wal
dorf. when told of the new food
praised by the Johns Hopkins food
mixers, declared that he feared
the darn things would hop off the
fork Imagine a bettle browed
waiter on the East Side taking a
locust order and shouting back to
the kitchen: One fricasseed ci-
cadesi"