The Washington herald., 1920-07-31
New York City
"An Episode at Dawn.
By o. o. Mcintyre


New York, July 3o.-There was
clippity-clup of horse beats echo
ing in the stiffness of Park avenue
the other morning as dawn was
family lighting the skies. A wom-
an whose decollete gown revealed
cleaning white arms and neck sat
alone in a Victoria scanning the
numbers of the luxurious mansions
on either side.
At last she whispered word to
the driver and he drew up at the
curb in front of private house
whose entrance foyer and facade
bespoke elegance inside. She
stepped out, ran lightly up several
marble steps and pulling at han
die a soft gong doomed out in the
house.
A sleepy-eyed servant came.
There were words whispered but
Arm. The woman was not excita-
BILE, nor did she exclaim or curse.
She seemed blessed with inherited
inhibitions and repressions. After
the servant left a very white faced
man in silken house gown came.
The halls were flooded with light.
The woman entered. All of this
may sound like a chapter from a
romantic novel-but as the blurb-
lists say. Read On" The couple
later appeared-the man dressed
and re-entered the carriage. They
drove north.
The weekly papers pandering to
gossip contained an account of the
| episode in fragments. The woman
I \ rot ~, Al
| from. a smart supper dance. Her
son was just leaving her house IN
tipsy condition with a packed
grip and made the announcement
that he was off to marry a dashing
young blonde of a prominent musi-
cal show chorus.
She Puts 1t Over on the Boy.
The mother coaxed him into her
boudoir, asked him to step into the
bathroom for some smelling salts
feigning faintness, and when he
was in she quickly turned the key.
| Then she got a cab and drove to
the home of her former husband.
| the boys father, who had since
married again.
She told him the story The
father went home, unlocked the
bathroom and after pleading with
the young man vainly gave him a
| thrashing. In the meantime. the
chorus girl waited for several hours
at the Grand Central Station and
finally went home. The romance
was ended.
Honey Nender Extinct.
The old time honey vender. once
| very familiar sight on New YORK
streets in his white chef hat and
apron and the great tray of honey
on his head, is now almost extinct.
but l ran into one away up in a
busy little home section of the
Bronx the other day. The deli
catessen has ruined his business
There is delicatessen in almost
every Bronx block and each keeps
honey. One may telephone and it
will be delivered. This old vender
sells to a few customers who trade
with him as a matter of sentiment
A Change in signs.
New signs one sees wandering
around Manhattan give evidence OF
new era of courtesy. In the pub
lie parks brutal speaking signs
read: Keep OFF the Grass-Or Go
to Jail" Now the signs appeal to
civic pride reading: This park is
yours. Protect it. 1t is your duty
to help keep your city beautiful and
the city government knows you will
not fail" All of the campus signs
at Columbia reading Keep Off the
Grass" have been removed They
now read: please Use the walks
Only the policemen seem to have
need of better manners. They
shout Beat itI And Get Tell
Outen There" and other quaint re-
marks at little children who
thoughtlessly step on the grass.
That Settled IL.
Several men were standing in the
smoking car of Communication
train from New York to PhiladeI-
phia. One had irritated eyes on q
young woman who was occupying
a coveted seat. Finally he mustered
up courage enough to tell her 1t
would be pleasanter for her and
only fair to the other men, who
wanted to smoke. II she would
move to another car. Whereupon
from her handbag she produced a
silver cigarette case, from which
she extracted a gold tipped cigar
ette. The matter was settled then
and there.