The Washington herald., 1920-06-11
New York City
By o. O. Me1ntyre

By o. O. Mclntyre y
New York, June 1o.-Thoughts
while stroliing around New York;
A perilous job. Carrying . plate
glass window across Broadway.
Hand painted hat boxes. Never sec
an old fashioned millinery bag. 1
hope that fellow catches his straw
hat. Don't know this part OF town.
Ought to get directions In this cf-
gar store. They'll know the ropes.
Unconscious pun.)
Couple of old sidewalk mower
peddlers quarreling. One called the
other "gonifr Might start their
own little war OF the roses. There
goes a man who wrote truly great
novel And II didn't reach 1000
copies. The spendable rewards go
to the cheapjack and mounteoank;
No wonder he looks the cynic.
think III tell him. No. I haven't
the nerve. I'll write him.
Cabaret advertises The Laugh
ing Trombone" A woman touching
up her lips before entering a church.
Old doorman at that movie palace
was once a crook known as The
Buzzard." Went straight when peo-
pie Stunned his little daughter.
And she became pick-pocket.
Colin O'More, the tenor. A great
name for a singer. And just as one
would imagine, he has curly hair.
I never saw a bald tenor. Wish I
could get a plate of fried onions
for lunch. Look at that postman
weighted down with mail. And he
doesn't get living wage. Illwrite
our Congressman tonight.
Kiddies playing baseball In the
street. Scouts at each corner to
watch for the cops. And only a
brutal cop would stop them. Be
lasco back from London. Odd hab-
II he has of plucking at his ear.
BARRIERS picketing a big shop. One
dollar is to much for a haircut.
Now and then a Whit of salt sea
air. Wonder how much a bathing
suit will cost this year! I'm too
skinny to walk around on the beach.
And I'm afraid to go out very far
in the water. But 1 like the ocean.
II fills me full of big thoughts.
There goes a yap wagon to Coney
Island. I'm of.
Lately the great docks around
Manhattan have had a peculiar at
traction. And j cannot read enough
OF Joseph Conrad's sea tales. I am
on hand when every big liner docks.
This lure generally comes to boys
in knee pants instead of men with
streaks of gray. But IL is a strange
fascination-a fascination that
leaves one breathless and confused.
You see steamers bound for Rotter-
dam. Antwerp. Honolulu. Sydney.
Valparaiso and Samoa. Toxic and
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take on curious freight-the meat
of cocoanuts, silks. spices, rice, au-
tomobiles, structural steel. They
plow through rain and hurricanes
and the tropical moonlight nights.
And there they are-steamers tied
quietly to docks. Steamers that
have been everywhere and know
everything. And about as romantic
looking as a dill pickle.
The eleventh hour. or, rather. 6
o'clock rush to the delicatessen
store that marks the approach Of
dinner in these days of frenzied
housewifery would have seemed a
strange madcap phenomenon to the
good housewives of old New York.
They would have felt i'll provided
should they have had less than six
months provisions in the larder.
According to the memory of one
boy of seventy-five years ago the
thrifty Dutch folk who lived along
the west side of-what Is now DOWN
town New York laid in stores in
October and November to last until
April and May. In the old days fish
were so plentiful in the river that
line dropped OFF almost any wharf
would soon fetch in dinner The
shad were caught in nets. Now the
delicatessen shops have two clerks
during the day, triple their force at
o'clock for the o'clock rush.
which lasts until s or 9. Many
young bank clerks find II a means
of adding a little extra money and
they don the white aprons and sell
cheese. pickles and ham In remote
neighborhoods