The Washington herald., 1920-01-19
New York City
BY o. o. Mcintyre


New York. Jan. ia page from
the diary OF modern Samuel
Pepys: Up while the chimes went
eight and read my journal until the
cook came and then with Dom
Byrne. the tale writer. to the barque
whore he sailed for Porto Rico and
ali the day sad that this friend can
go there and that one smother place
and yet must remain at my tasks
all my days.
DR.. Elias. the chyrurgeon, hailed
me in his gasolene wagon and car
ried me through the town and we
fell into a high discussion over
medical theories as we always do
but parted fair friends. he promis-
ing to send me a haunch Of veni-
son. II came into my head today
to give my wife. poor wretch.
fine gift and / hunted through the
trading places but the prices were
too steep so / paid hve shiiiings
for a nosegay to carry home.
Home and ate alone and then to
see Mme> Yvette Giibert's new
school for play actors and a great
lot of notables there, the idea pe-
ing as epoch making as IL Raphael
returned to earth to reopen his
academy of paintings. For Gull
bert I deem as great as Duse or
Bernhard. and Clayton Hamilton,
the critique. doth agree with me.
All the afternoon at my typlns
machine and writ a fine piece on
prohibition which has so many
comic sides and late came H.
station and c. Briggs, who brought
their coachman, a bibulous fellow. to
my quarters and all very merry
with the drolling, drunken fellow
who had the reddest nose ever l
saw albeit he had great dignity In
a silk hat and Prince Albert coat. =
In the evening TO the display OF
petrol carts and came within q very
ace of buying a high priced wagon
which would have been calamitous
for me, being In low estate just
now. Home where I made shift to
slumber a little. but was awake
most OF the night.
Guy Bolton and George Middle
ton have always written the tingly,
girfy, dancy sort OF a musical COM
edy. The other day a very serious
play bearing the name of The
Light of the World" appeared on
Broadway. The author was Pierre
Saison and his name was in cleo
trio lights. Nobody ever heard OF
him. It now develops that Bolton
and Middleton wrote the play and
created the pen name OF Pierre Sal
son. All their future serious plays
will be written under the same
name. They feared that the publ.
would not take them seriously be-
cause for years they have been
Identified with the lighter forms of
entertainment.
The lobby OF a theater In Forty
Eighth street was thronged with
cane accidentIy ficked it against
the leg Of the man behind. 1t gave
forth a queer hollow sound-dis-
tinct. unmistakable. He and a
young lady at his side turned
sharply to look into the face or Ii
handsome boyish soldier who &C
cepted their apologies smilingly,
Chateau Thierry" he confded in
the friendIiest fashion. Til say
I'm lucky to be here at all. This
! leg really isn't much tfouble-nor
the arm. either" And the pair no.
ticed with a quick shocked glance
the tell-tale glove on his stiff left
hand. What bothers me most is
the shrapnel I'm still carrying in
my chest. But FIN all right This
| is the spirit of the American SOL
dier-the undaunted' smile always
agreeing that he Is all right That
any one of them should be out of a
job-and manX are in New York
right now-is a shame that is ever
lasting.
Social distinctions and degrees OF
superiority are interesting. Even
this announcement of caste in a
Broadway shoe shop at least
amuses: Boots and Shoes for Men
and Women of the Better Grade"
was over in Helrs Kitchen the
other day when the district wa.
opening for the evening. Riddles
began to scream and pianos to
janEle and young fellows. fresh
ened up for the evening, were out
on the corners waiting for their
girls to go to the movies Out in
the street swarms of children were
playing while hurdy- gurdy impre-
sarios ground out their tunes. A
policeman was chatting pleasan
with some young factory workers.
waiting for a car. All sorts of
voices lent their light noise to the
street. From there / walked over
to West End avenue, a quiet arIs.
tocratic street. A little curIy-hair-
ed boy with his nose pressed
against a huge window looked out
into the deserted street. He looked