The Washington herald., 1920-03-06
New York City
By o. o. McIntyre

New York. March 5.-M. Louis Mo-
quin's cuisine ability needs no potted
geraniums from me. His place on
Sixth avenue has long been the rem
devious for the elite of Epicuria--if
there's such a habitat. His mere rag
outs are roundelays. He can garnish
parsnips SO ysu win eat them. ,
But it has been rough shedding for
NJ. Louis since choice wines have gone
to limbo. His place on the lower tip
of the island has given away to the
ravages of the nut sundae addicts.
And then-name of little pink dog
came his trouble with his cooks.
When Louis pere and Louis fills.
with the approval of Papa Henri. shut
up shop down town they planned to
retain their oldest cooks out of the
amalgamation. But the cooks union
gestured wildly in the negative. d.
plomacy and dickering came to
naught, whereupon pere and fls told
the world they would hire non-union
cooks.
The union smiled in its union sleeve.
thinking the Moquins were bluffing.
but when 1t observed the uptown kit
chen filling up with open shop chefs II
lost its nerve. Then 1t came around
to sue for peace. informing the bat
Ting Moquins that II was all joke.
and IL they wanted to bring the down
town cooks uptown it would be all
right.
"Jamais!" exclaimed pere and fils as
one Moquin. 1T is that II Is 100
80
this person that door which is to us!
Voilai merci, Emile!'
And now Moquin's is wide open.
, But there is a lack of mirth. The
sculptors, writers and painters col
lect there nightly. Some wear their
velvet coats and tams and smoke
their pipes, and they discuss their
days in Montmartre, but there is
little laughter. Who can laugh
loudly spurred only by black coffee /?
A New York paragrapher mourns
that nobody seems to mention Bur-
Lesson for President. ''He kept us
out of mail!" And speaking of mail.
I was chilled the other day by the
reception of an old friend in his
Office. Five days later received
an invitation to dinner he had sent
me five weeks before. And a din
ner here and there these days means
something to humble scriveners.
There are two Greenwich villages!
One is made up of Bunk. Bolshevism
and Booze. Its chariot Is a tour
ing car. Its Pegasus is a goat
the public. 1t is presided over by
only one muse-the tenth. Her
name is Vulgarity. The other Green
wich Village remains religiously in
doors. 1t is the old village of New
York that conceives Bohemia to be
a mental attitude. It Is old-fash-
ioned. like all that Is arlstocratic
and real.
The two villages seldom come IN
contact except when the Real Viii
layers send for the police to nab
one of the BBB's.> 1t Is not that the
former are dead set against the lat
ter but they do love to sleep
o'nights. 1t was about ten years ago
that the exploiters. the takers, the
circus minds and the tawdy nymphs
conceived the idea of invading
Washington Square.
There had to be a place where the
young Things WIN the lnHateu ego
could reveal themselves In public
under the guise of Art. Literature
and Philosophy. And as Chinatown
and Third Avenue had a Mayor, why
not the village. So they elected
Guido Bruno collector OF the sigma
lures of the great of the earth.
Guido can ranslate from any Ian
guage. He played up Washington
| Square to the limit; had a real fire
in his shack. which burned up his
letters from Rabelais, Peter the
Great and Bryan. His fame drew
the nuts from Wshoo to Oshkosh.
The old game of the Latin Quarter
was played over. The real people
began to skid out of the village. 10
Davidson locked up his chisels.
James Lane Allen went to Bermuda
for oxygen. Carlo de Fornaro
moved up with the Intelligent gam
blers in the Forties. Vance Thomp-
son went to the Bronx. Joseph Her
gesheimer moved to Chetser, Pa.
THEODORE Dresser went up on the
Drive.