The Washington herald., 1920-02-20
New York City
By o. o. McIntyrc

There's Nellie BLY,. who went around
the world In jiffy. She's sob Sis
ter now. Everybody talking about
the price OF collins going up. still,
there's no upkeep. stubby little fell
low made a fortune selling imita-
ton pearls. Now he's trying to
crash into society. Poor boob!
Boys getting back from Cuba
Look rather wan. And thirsty. Sam
Harris buying some salt water tar
fy. Trying to work up a thirst. 1
reckon. Wonder what you do with
good thirst those days! Caruso's
baby leaving the Knickerbocker for
an airing. Has two nurses. I never
shy with the ladies.
A Chinese bootblack. That's q new
one. Still Victor Herbert has Hin
du secretary. People gargling their
throats on the street. Think Ih
open q private gargle parlor. Old
| patriarch has been vending rat
traps on Broadway for years. Won
der what I'll be doing when I get
old? Think I'll drive q cab. Like
the night air. And the lights.
| No longer the Morse viking plows
the unknown wave. He comes to
New York and starts a pastry shop.
Eight of them between the Metro
polltan and the Claridge. Morning
papers tell of pauper duke clerk
ing in a hat store. A good place
for his superior soul to expand. And
q poor place to SOW his wild oats.
Tall fellow with the intellectual
glasses makes a fine salary puffing
society buds that mothers want
married of. And they generally
get a dizzy young dude with a two
per cent mustache just the same.
Lee Ditriclfstein with a monocle.
Packs enough dignity to spring the
knee-joints of an arch-angel.
Now that the, city has gone dry.
with the rest of the nation, 1t will
perhaps no longer be necessary for
! native New Workers to explain to
/ iout-of-towners that the barrels on
the city's shield and coat-of-arms
are not rum barrels. The barrels
| are -four barrels and they denote
the important place which the mill
| ing of -four and it's boiling held in
the industries of old New York. The
city's shield or coat-of-arms, with
its Indian, it's sailor, it's windmill
arms or sails and It's flour barrels
was designed in the Dutch days ana
has remained. without substantial
alteration ever since.
1t is an odd existence that one
leads in New York boarding house.
This Is especially true of those lin
| ing either side of West Fifty
seventh street. In the dining room
everyone appears to be on a special
mission of dignified haughtIness.
Not word Is spoken except by the
old-timers. The landlady Is a mid
dle-aged dowager invariably dis
playing many Jewels. She goes to
Bermuda in the winter for three
weeks and talks about it the rest
of the year. No one speaks in the
halls. There is always a mystery
roomer"-a man or woman who
comes in and goes out at queer
hours. Once in awhile a boarder
goes to the theater and 10. aRd be-
hold character on. the stage is a
fellow boarder. That is a thrill.
The maids are never garrulous like
they are in hotels where they retail
all the gossipin the hope of favor
and tips In the summer evenings
the west Fifty seventh street
boarders sit out on the stoops un-
ttiI midnight but never converse. In
teqAversissg onSapight shefxayoEtbe
4 fact that he eArie to- SNey York
from PunSatawneys or Keokdk. s'-s1S
They have torn down the little
| frame house at the corner of Riv-
ington and Clinton streets that was
for years the home of Mother"
Mandelbaum. known as the Queen
OF, the Crooks. Her home was for
many years the refuge and fence
of CROOKS but sne always outwitted
the police. She was the prototype
of the original Frochard in THE Two