The Washington herald., 1920-11-05
NOON PICTURES
IN GOTHAMODD
Sandwich Man Adds Color
To Throngs, But Raises
Critical Question.
BY o. O. MCINTYRE.

New York, Nov. 4.-Thoughts
while stroliing around New York:
Noon day swarm of commuters.
Faces lined with parochial worries.
Domes, cupolas and spires. No won
der New Workers. sigh for open
spaces. There goes sandwich man
in silk hat and frock coat. His
sign says: II Eat at Mikes. Where
Do You Eat?" Heaven only Knows
where IL the price of food remains
as 1t is.
An old man with a little brown
jug: Soldiers marching to plead for
a bonus. Taxis scurrying like rab-
bits. The whine CT an ukulele. /
thought those things had gone out
Of fashion. Faces blanched at the
back -nring OF an automobile.
Nerves rubbed raw In the fight to
live.
There goes Florence Reed. She
knows how to emote on the stage.
And she puffs a mean cigarette
when she is a villianness. Some.
thing gloomy about those shops
where they sell pounded brass OBJ
Jets dart. And a clinging odor that
recalls moatei castles and helmeted
guards. I ran smack into that lady
and ! didn't get all she said. But
my ears are red.
A shuttered house a half block
from the center of life. 1 haven't
read any good gl.cst stories lately.
A wintry night, an open fire and a
spooky yarn-that's a bit of heaven.
Hawkers selling Christmas holly al
ready.
They say half the theaters are
empty. But the movies are crowd
ed. Pretty stenographers grouped
in . sky-scrLper window. The boss
Is away. o! 1 get the idea. They
are vsmping the corner COP. And
he's waving back. One of the
mour ted park cops married an
heiress last week. He's of to her
French villa now.
The rear of a great department
store. Hundreds of auto deliveries.
Row after row of basement eleva-
tors. Mountains of packages. There
Is a grun friendliness about the
workers. All of them are stealing
a smoke. And you can't blame them
for that. Now for a street car to
the family hearth.
There seems to be a softening in
huence in the newspaper shops O
late. In the hallowed days when
l chased the elusive item. II was the
custom to speak Of a contemporary
as certain morning or afternoon
newspaper. 70 print the name
any of the stan of a contemporary
was forbidden. Not so long ago
Don Marquis. of the Evening sur,
was taken with an illness. His COL
umn of light verse and paragraph
was missing for several months. He
returned last week. Oliver Herford
wrote poem entitled Don Marquis
is Back on the Sum" II was print
ed two columns wide in Christopher
Morley's column in the Evening
Post.
There is an actor who is very
careful in his dress. He Is espa-
cially particular when out of an
engagement-an unfortunate cir
cumstsnce in which he has found
himself all season. He was 4 bit
afraid his clothes were getting
seedy. This is how he found out
that he was sartorially o. X. He
walked through Baxter street.
which runs off the Bowery. Baxter
street is where all the secondhand
clothes shops are. 1t is street
where husky men stand out front,
entreating. cajoUng and even re-
sorting TO strong arm methods to
steer pedestrians into their stores.
The actor walked along. They
looked him over. But spoke not n
word. That meant that he was too
well dressed to be interested in
their wares.