The Washington herald., 1920-12-20
New York CITY
Day by Day
ny o. o. MCINTYRE.

NEW YORK, Dec. ia page
from the diary OF a modern Samuel
Pepys: At my waking came J. O'Neil,
the journalist, who told me of see
ing the five fellows put to death by
electricity at prison. a sorry sight
At my accounts and very little to
put by. Worried quite a lot over
my increasing laziness, planning to
do much and. forsooth, do nothing,
which Is a pity.
Through the town, stopping to
buy some gifts, and saw Mistress
Patsy, who has lost her hair by q
fever and was in low spirits and we
went to a drinking place and had
frozen cream with caramel syrup.
saw J. Barrymore, the play actor.
and he had a plaid great coat as
pretty as ever saw.
To the Dutch Treat and heard
some speech making and an Eng
lishman there had the longest cigar
cite holder i ever noticed, 1t being
nearly sixteen inches in length,
and T. Gray said wittiiy that he had
probably promised his people to
keep away from cigarettes.
Going to a magazine shoppe l saw
my she-coZZen, who is a pretty lass
and has hair bobbed. as the custom
now is. This day in a pet 1 beat
my dog and so bought him some
chopped meat and ground bones 10
make friends with him again and
am ashamed for my temper as is my
wife, poor wretch.
Home where 1 put on my house
coat and slippers to read Mr.. Wells
History of the World, an engaging
k,,N EQf1a n fin
fish a tayle he is writing on my
typewriter and so much clatter that
went for a walk on Broadway and
stepped into a music hall for a half
hour. And then back home and to
bed.
The dark side streets in the Ten
derioin are now the scenes of the
dull-vitted alcoholic gaiety that
once belonged to the table d'hotes.
The Easements of private houses.
shorn of former splendor. are used
by the purveyors of red wine and
dollar dinners. They are dreary
cul-de-sacs to which only those
known to be right" are admitted.
Inside are the smoky murk odor
Of cheap scented powder and the
smirk Of the professional pander-
ess. Tawdry pandemonium reigns
while the owner tries to keep pa
irons quiet. I'VE are near the
street" he walls in white-faced
desperation. But apparently the
noise does not penetrate. for there
are very few of them that have been
raided.
Visitors to New York who watch
the numbering, top-heavy Fifth ave-
nue. busses often comment that they
look unsafe. and yet for the first
time since the franchise was issued
one toppled over last week. This
was not due to the bus being over
loaded or unsafe. but to the care
lessness of a truck driver coming in
from a side street and crashing into
it. The bus driver was killed. The
second fatality in the history of the
company. The other was when n
woman passed her station and sud-
denly stood UP. The bus was going
under A hotel canopy and the w0m-
a q was almost decapitated.
Bert Williams, the well-known
sepia comique. has written a panto-
mime playlet which is appearing on
Broadway. To see Williams in his
charcoal coating, gTotesque shoes
and loose clothes II is difficult to
picture him as a person with imag
ination and love of beauty and po-
etry, but the playlet shows he has
all these attributes. There are
number OF touches that show artis-
tic greatness. Incidentally, it is
said that Williams in his modest
apartment in the neighborhood of
the Harlem Black Belt has one of
the best-selected collection of pri-
vate books to be found anywhere.