The Washington herald., 1920-05-03
New York City
BIZ o. o. Mcintyre

New York. May 2.--A page from
the diary Of a modern Samuel
Pepys: Up and counterfeited . let
ter to my wife. poor wretch, TO
tease her about the young cox
combe who sends her towers.
Greatly troubled in mind about los
ing four pounds ten to the royster-
ers who gave farewell TO C.. Nor
ris. Mistress Kathleen's husband
who entrains for California shortly
to live on a ranch
Hither epme Mr.. Barrymore In his
outlandish petrol Wagon and for a
drive over the ferry to New Jersey
and in the hills and I saw great
bird circling over farm house and
1t was an eagle, ] dare swear. but
was laughed 10 scorn albeit
have a greater knowledge Of sucn
things than proud city folk.
Lunched at an old red inn on a
collar of Drawn and sparkling wa
ter from a spring and then back
again to the city. seeing load after
load of young calves on way 70
slaughter and In so low spirits I
doubt IL can eat meat for days. A
fellow who studies astronomy did
send me some things about myself
very amazing.
The town is full of talk that the
playhouse men are to raise their
prices to IS a seat, being unable TO
keep up their yachts and wine cell
lars on the present pittance. Took
coach through the town and to the
editors meeting to hunt for j.
Parks. r. Habgood. H. Bitner and
others, but they do dodge me,
fear.
In a window / saw a pretty kerr
chief of pink and white. and re-
solved to buy 1t for lady. but the
price vexed me. In the evening
came H. Brown. my old employer,
and broached, my tierce of claret
and SLICED a noble cake. talking un-
til late about many things. And so
to bed without prayers.
An enterprising moving picture
theater had large sign running
across its front reading: Men and
Women in Overalls Admitted Free
He admitted to reporters, however
that he was president OF an overall
factory.
The demand for golf clothes Is
sharply emphasized in New York
by a huge new store opened in an
exclusive section which will sell
only ready-made and tailored-to-
order golf clothes. Saturday morn
ing in the Grand Central and Penn
sylvania stations reeks of the Scot
tish fairway and Moor. Bannock'
burns. and Loch Lomonds, Islays
and Pitlochries-aye, laddie,' Scot
land has come to Manhattan in goli
clothes. There are sturdy woolenr
that in the hand-spinning of the
yarns and in their weaving suggest
the breath of the moor. the shadow
of modest crofters' cottages and
still retain the pungent smell OF
peat. There are Shetlands, tweeds
from the Isle of Harris; KillIe-
crankie and Kerry Fishing tweeds
Scotch homespuns and cheviots
Ardaras, Blarneys and Connemaras
enough to stir the sluggish blood
of any canny Scot like myself.
1t was a CHASTITY joke that was
played in one of the clubs in the
Roaring Forties the other night,
but il was highly illustrative of tine
power of suggestion. A group re-
paired to an ante-room, where a
member revealed a quart of old
Kentucky Bourbon-to be exact
Old Crow Bourbon-for. as Frank
O'Malley says, you're welcome e
the free ad now. boys.
1t was explained that a member
had secured 1t from a neighboring
cafe at a cost of $40 for the quart
All had several rounds, and, as
agreed beforehand, the .telephon,
rang and the host answered.
Certainly we've opened the bot
tle." he said.
Then he struck tragic pose ano
shouted: what. great heavens
man. why we have had three drinks
Then he dropped the receiver, sway
ed on his feet. and turning. said
Boys, we have just drunk wood
alcohol. They gave me the wrong
! bottle"
cold sweat to float a Staten Islanc
ferryboat. Everybody got pale ant
one old rounder said his sight wa,
getting dim. 1t was getting so Sc
rious that the joker had to tell tho
truth, and 1t took the rest of the
quart to get them in condition tc
go home.