The Washington herald., 1920-09-13
New York City
a M.I.-
A Diary Pare.

New York, Sept. IA page from
the diary of modern Samuel
Pcpys: Up, and walked up and
down a new neighborhood to which
we lately moved. Very fair stone
houses and good market place, but
all the people ride in petrol wagons
yet 1 am content. Took bread and
coffee in a railroad station inn and
Ii was pretty to see the hurrying
crowds with strained faces and
eager looks and enjoying my ease.
Came upon q fellow who be-
friended me many years ago when
/ needed his help and he was tight
as an owl with drink and was
! nightly in decay, which was sad,
but he seemed vexed to the blood at
my preaching and left me. On For
ty-second street there was COM
| motion and being curious edged in
20 the crowd and it was only two
street urchins rolling dice.
The cool weather brings many
back to town and l saw Miss Nora
Bayes, the play actress, who has
grown very plump and her hat was
| full of fine yellow feathers. And
Ren Ali Haggin, the painter, who
makes me think of the typical New
| Yorker 1 had pictured mentally be-
| fore coming here. Too, I saw Arch
| Selwyn, the play man, Baruch, the
banker, and Leroy Scott, the writ
| ing fellow. "
My dog seems upset at his new
demesne and spends the hours chas-
| ing his silly tail. In the evening S.
| Tilton came to call, bringing fruit,
\ and l read aloud from an old Nc
Guffey reader l used at school and
we laughed right merrily. Then
some music and by and by to bed.
A Ridiculous Extreme.
Mourning may be carried to ridic-
ulous extremes. A young New York
| girl. recently widowed, went to
Paris for her mourning clothes.
When she came back size was ready
at the pier to pose for the photo
| graphers in mourning costume that
was made plainly to excite comment
! more than to express quiet grief.
| That was only two months ago. The
other night I saw her at a gay
nocturnal rendezvous. She had dis
carded mourning entirely save for
a spangled bandeau of crepe she
wore around her head.
New York's Crouch.
Watching New York awake for
another day Is an interesting phono-
menop. Paris awakes with song and
New York like something that has
to be done-no matter how painful.
The first signs of dawn bring out
the street fushers in the Tenderloin
| district. Rubber booted. pipe smok-
! ing fellows man the hose. The news
vendors have opened their huts by
although they have few sales be-
fore 5, but for what sales they make
/ they exact a double price. Taxi
stands begin to fill up at $50. At
the subway kiosks disgorge the
| first thin vanguard of sleepy eyed
workers, growing and surly. No
| body whistles, like they do in small
er communities, before sunrise. At
the whirr of life is at top speed
Shops open. Window washers and
sidewalk sweepers are at work. 1t
is not until 10 o'clock. however. that
| the morning crouch has faded and
New York begins 10 smile.
Hopeless Cafe Cards.
The craze for French menus in
New York is driving the steady dim
er-out to distraction. Unless one un-
derstands French the average cafe
card is hopeless. l am quoting from
| the headings of a menu card before
me-and not an item under the
| headings is, in anything save name
(oysters); Hors d'Oeuvres (rel-
| iShes); Potages Csoup); Poissons
thsh); Buffet Froid (cold meats {:
Rotis (roasts): Legumes (vegeta-
| bles) and Entremets (desserD.
There is nothing about the menu to
indicate that a fellow with a corn
beef and cabbage appetite may Sc
cure a filling of that toothsome
delicaCy. Even the ice creams are
/ CamOufiaged and what is plain va
nilla ice cream sounds like a dra-
matte line of Sarah Bernhard in
the last act.