The Washington herald., 1920-04-23
New York City
By o. o. MeIntyre

New York. April 20. Thoughts
while strolling around New York:
Morning on Riverside Drive. Big
castle Is the home of schvab. the
steel millionaire. Winding walks
edged with flowers. Ripple Of the
river. Softly sprinkling fountains.
He bowed to me once as I passed
his gate. No doubt he feels for the
poor. I may be poor, but I've got
good appetite. ,.-
A policeman and a nurse girl
Squirrel chatting overhead. Home
of Amelie Bingham, the actress.
Has a lot of marble statues out
front. One of Shakespeare. Ornate
home trimmed in onyx was built
by a Turkish cigarette millionaire.
A painter in front of Grants Tomb.
There's the garage where poet
works. A bubble pricked against
star.
The trout season Is open. It's
Tough to be wearing a winter suit
this time of year, Limousines
drawing UP to a mansion. Cracking
~ sne garments. Brilliant display
of Iorgnette. And those bored
looking footmen in knee pants:
what a life, what a life! I would
rather be married to a prima don
ma The Palisades will soon melt
into purple like the Japanese hills
rye never been in japan but I've
read about them.
I'll swing over to Br2adway,
Lurid movie posters. "Trapped oy
a Fiend," My Best Pal-Mother.
Kisses and tears. Only shop on the
street is an Oriental rug store. UP
| this far Broadway is different
More like a boulevard. Sidewalk IN
the middle of the street hlled win
neighborhood folk. No dirt Every
thing spick and span
why does a postman list to the
starhoard? sulphur gloves seem
popular again. There's oliver Her.
ford. A true wit. Second hand
hook store. Nearly always run by
quaint old codgers. Live In an
other world. Except when 1t comes
10 money. Enough for today.
notice above that I have used
the word 'Iurid." There Is a word
for YOU. 1t almost cost me q jon
when was on a Western newspa-
per. / came galloping in from a
Are that swept a block in the FAC
tory district at noon time. 1 re-
peatedly spoke OF the '1urid tongue
of flame" The city editor got tired
of reading the word and told me
never to use IL again. Lurid means
ivan, chastity. pale and gloomy.
But II is a good word and I still
like to use 1t.
The minister of a Fifth avenue
congregation went Summing In
the Tenderloin recently and founo
that highballs were on sale In all
restaurants nearly and that there
was no effort to camoufiage the
drinks by serving them in teaeups'
He also found that the new dance
halls that have sprung up are as
wicked as the old Haymarket In It's
palmy day. The instructors are
women Of the streets who nave
girls ION call" In the last three
months some mammoth Terpsicho-
rean palaces have suddenly been
opened. This, despite the fact that
the dance craze is dead. But ac-
cording to the recent information
poses and other evils that formerly
flourished in the saloon and cheap
er cafes.
En- PEASANT, as they say in those
cute little French Wanamaker ads
and while on the subject of the
bibulous it is easy to remark that
in New York the flesh Is willing
but the spirit is weak. In fact
there seems to be no kick at all In
the 81 cocktails. OF course. I get
this from my friends.
Three stenographers had their
MONDAY lunch spread out on one
of the marble slabs in st. Patls
churchyard far down town the 9th
er noon. A gentleman from out OF
town who was not used to seeing
this daily outing attempted to take
their picture to show the folks
back home. He got battered der
by and camera for his trouble
He'll hath no fury like Wall Street
stenographer aroused.