The Washington herald., 1920-03-20
New York City
By o. o. McIntyre


New York. March 1s.-Down at
police headquarters every morning
the nightly catch Of Tendsrloin
crooks are paraded before the pick
OF central ONCE sleuths, who are
masked. 1t is thus that many In
ternational adyenturers are picked
out of crowds by their walk. the
tilt of the head. the swing OF the
arm and by the facial expression.
Handsome Charlie Garth has be-
come known by his green ties to the
police. No matter how he tries to
disguise himself ne always wears q
green tie-a superstition, the police
say, ara q bit of sentiment. too.
The day he won $4,000 at Monte
Carlo he was wearing a green tie
that his mother had given him for
his birthday. The next day he wore
a black tie and lost. and then he
wore the green tie for five success
sive days and almost broke the
bank.
Kate st. Clair, who Is reputeu to
have shaken down many men In
high places through ways that were
devious, has a hatred for the de-
tectiyes that Is an obsession. Kate
Is a gorgeous creature with soft
brown hair, sympathetic eyes and
full red lips. She is highly educ&t-
ed. a brilliant conversationalist and
not the least of her charms is her
sympathetic nature. This trait was
what won her friendships with many
tired, harassed business men. Only
once has she been arrested. and II
has rankled in her heart.
She ever nftervard delighted In
scoffing at cops. A celebrated crook
hunter stood under the canopy of a
great Broadway holeI one night. He
stepped aside to permit q be-jew-
eled, furred creature of great love-
illness to enter a limousine. His
amazement was shocking to hear
the woman whisper in his ear: "I
just hooked a live one through she
gills, you fathead."
Next morning news came trick
ling into headquarters that q mil
lionaire had fallen for a $4,000 Job
of blackmail. Kate st. Clair was
brought In and the detective recvg-
nized her as the woman Of the lin
CUISINE and whisper. But she only
sneered and Knocked them. And they
didn't get her. The millionaire
wouldn't stand the notoriety, and
Kate knew 1t.
The pickpockets-rats the police
call them-are all known to the DO
lice. but as they work mostly in the
rush hour of the subway. they are
m fnh
they have an uhcanny way OF spot
ting central office men. Confidence
men are invariably Beau Brummels.
They patronize the best tailors, hab-
erdashers and bootmakers. Their
success depends upon their front"
They assume a dignity that is We
neer, but II is hard to scratch unless
they are locked up in that famous
little room down at headquarters,
where the crack questioners ply
them with queries for twenty-four
hours straight. Soon they drop into
the vernacular of the underworld
and lose their poise.
An entirely original scheme to de-
1eat the hotel proprietor and at the
same time be able to get a room
without sitting UP half the night
iOi hhcu ny many Out-Of-
town business houses, who send rem
resentatives here regularly They
are renting apartments by the year.
and thus have rooms at their dis
posal at any time ar a cheaper pr,cs
than many Of the hotels charge for
few visits.
Three wobbly, bleary-eyed men,
VINO In sober moments might be
stald- appearing business men, wan
dered down Times Square during
the early morning subwayirusb the
other morning. linked arm in arti :
Prohibition is certainly a heIIisb
thing" they mumbled.
Karl A. Kitchen has written the
pest series of stories of the year ON
SuDa In the New York World under
the title, so This Is Havana" He
found all the Broadway crowd there,
cracking the same old jokes and
naVlng what they seemed to think
was the fling of their lives.