The Washington herald., 1920-05-08
New York City
B, o. o. Melntyre

New York. MAY 7.-Uptown New
York Is shortly TO have an aerial
MacDougal Alley = Bohemia-in-
tho- ho-cIouds--wherc a group OF ceie.
bruted artists and writer's viii
write, paint. and scupt their deatn-
less creations Tor q paipitauns pos
terity.
A New York hotel man Is PLAN
ming 10 build q series Of studio
apartments on the southern wing lol
lhis hotel where the artists. high
above the turmoil OF the ceaseiess
clnne Of the city, viii 1.-Two In q
little world Of their own, permitting
their thoughts to enter the en-
pyrean at will.
The vista will be over the great
greensward OF Central Park ricn
with. foliage and studded with tiny
shimmering lakes. There are MUS,
dales, miniature mountains. ana
forests. Venetian bridges--certainly
enough beauty to inspire any artist
or writer to his best efforts.
Every studio will have nortn-
crn light--something every artist
demands. Old fashioned knockers,
cozy little benches at the door, with
porticos filled with flowers over
head, gravel walks and small
fountains will add to the peace ana
beauty of q scene which--miseraoile
dictu--is right in the heart OF the
'city's seething cauldron.
The artistic tide Is sweeping
northward In New York with
rush. There are at present nve art
list studio buildings on sixty-sey-
enth street. The Hotel 'des Artistes
Is also on the same street. Central
Park West is filling up rapidly
with artistic folk who appreciate
the grandeur of the park at their
very doors
Among those who will live In
the aerial MacDougall Alley are
Dean Cornwall, Frank Goodwin. Ray
Sohn. Prince Paul Troubetzkoy,
Arthur Somers Roche. Edna Ferber,
Montague Glass. Edwin Balmer
and William MacHarg.
Rudyard Kipling. SO far as 1
know. has been the only writer to
find romance in whiff of wood
smoke. Ny boyhood was spent in
Missouri, where cord-wood was
burned almost exclusively. The
other day I went into one Of those
rotisseries where they roast fowls
on spits in front of wood fires for
the window gapers to see. and In
cidentally have their appetites
whetted. There was the delightful
odor OF wood smoke. II brought
back the wonderful mornings Of
youth. where everything was pos
sible, the creek below the hotel, the
spider webbed railroad bridge and
Old Hannibal browsing In the sun
with the ever present corncob pipe.
I became surprisingly eloquent and
began TO chat with the man across
the table. He munched on in silence.
Wood smoke. meant nothing in his
life. II takes New York to crush
high spirits
The latest successful play on
Broadway was written by a news
paperman. The play is MRS. Jimmy
Thompson" and the author is Nor
man Rose, formerly a well known
New York correspondent for
league of papers. Rose left journal
ism for theatrical press agency
and II was there that he succumbed
to the inevitable and wrote a play.
The curb market In Broad street
offers some strange emotions to
the out-of-town wanderer who
comes into the hub-bub suddenly
from some quiet side street. His
first impression Is a sea of flicker
ing fingers, the roar of hoarse cries.
and the enigmatic gestures OF
youths framed in open windows.
The curb brokers usually wear caps
when they are not bare headed.
They are a strange lot OF fellows,
mostly very young. who seem TO live
in a world all their own. One can
not look at them and imagine any
sentiment in their makeup. A low
desert moon would have the same
effect as a place of cheese .s