The Washington times., 1920-10-17

reply. II ngysr you'a be the relief
for ths police reporters o. their
days on. Last guy. Halls his name.
got promoted. GOVERN crtmtnsl
Court Buildips. Peach Of a writer.
Guess he sgsdas.sd from Yale or
one Of dem colleges. Good reporter.
though"
"Do-you write much" Anthony
wonderinSiy ssksd.
"Mey Gee, no! ] ANT 20 Nooert
Chambers. phone my stu6. see !
know noos-snd know Do police.
seer They'll give up to me where
they won't 70 anoder guy. ] looks
at de blotter, see! And ! roads.
John Kelly arrested; charge, va
grancy. II don't mean nothun' to
some guys, but ! know he's DIP
they'll hang on to, or . gun CON
neeted up with some shOotin' fest,
see. know police"
you certainly must be Valuable
to the paper" Anthony remarked.
81 wish I had your knowledSs.
Thersupon Fiannery grew modsstly
boastfui.
"say," he began with q candid
look, as though putting his hand
upon his heart. II amt brasgtn'.
but on the dead, do know some
thin about crooks. Hardly . dip
In town l don't know BY sight. And
most of the big guns. too II ] don't
know him, he's q new one. All the
regular crooks-ssy, Ill, wise you
upon 'em as we move along. Any
time can help you-believe me, III
do It," '"
This warm OFFER of fealty so
touched Anthony that he mentioned,
the subject Of food.
"What--nothin' to eat all day.
cried Flannery aghast. SAY, what
d'you know about that? And me
ohewin' the rag-f0r the love OIL
Mike! Come along, Mr.. West.
D'you want n swell Joint or just
you knpw!--decant?" !.
"Oh. any place where we can get
some coffee and sandwiches or
eggs"-
Come along" said Flannery i'm
periouslY. II know Yiddisher
Joint. Dey know me there, see!
Dey'll treat you like prince Tor
thoity-five cents!"
Cheap at the price!" laughed
Anthony, and he followed the guild
ance of Flannery through maze
Of streets and byIways to . car line.
boarded q trolley car, and soon they
found themselves in East Broad
way, which but for the dull archi-
lecture might have been an ORR
entail city Goldman's restaurant
was heavy with smoke, the odor OF
food, and cramped with custom;
hut at the sight Of little Flannery
shnuldering his way among the
tables, Goldman himself, portly as
a barker, bald, with gold-rimmed
spectacles. descended from his
throne at fhe cash register and gave
him greeting. -,
Introducing a new customer"
said Goldman unctuously. That's
very fine, Meester Flannery-very
fine"
Hello, Goldman!" said Flannery
easily. my friend. Gapthere, very
hungry. In hurry, too - 81
81 know" said Goldman With a
sapient bow. "You are always in
a hurry, Meester Flannery." Then
to the waiter, "Sam, make a place
for the gents-partickler!"
"Partiokler" meant especial guests
of the house-political, financial or
otherwise prominent. The place
was speedily made and Flannery,
in high feather over the Difference
he could so obviously command,
joked with the waiter az the table
was preparing.
"Ganof, zhulik, azos ponim!'
Tlannery, who seemed to Anthony
the incarnation of Haroun al Has
child, winkingly bantered the jovial
Sam. The melting-pot, he realised,
was no mere figure of speech.
"You talk Yiddish better as d."
laughed Sam, delighted to be called
a rascal in his own tongue by this
Irish lad.
"Why wouldn't II" grinned Elan
merry. when I grew up In q tene-
ment, sixteen families, and ours the
only Christian one" And there
upon Flannery began, IN low tOno'
to hum a Yiddish lullaby in a sweet
minor key.
you're a wonder, Mr., Flannery,"
smiled Goldman, approaching the
table. "You made mistake to be
born q Baytzimer--an Irisher," he
added for Anthony's enlightenment.
mot on your life, Goldman" re-
torted Flannery. "You won't catch
the Pope sayin' nothin' like that
They all laughed.
81 will send YOU" said Goldman
more seriously, "a knoedel soup
that will make you smile, a piece OF
gefullte fish that viii bring tears to
your eyes, and some gebratene gans
that will make you cry like . child!'
whats all this he's going TO un-
load on us?" Anthony asked OF his
interpreter.
"Oh," laughed Flanpery. "some
noodle soup-stuffed fsh-they're