The Washington herald., 1920-02-02
New York City
By o. o. Mcintyre

New York. Feb. LA page from
the diary Of modern Samuel Pepys:
Up and at my accounts before break
fast and. to my great sorrow. and
myself far worse than I was last
month, it having chiefly arisen from
my layings-out for clothes. To see
A. Jolson. the play-actor, who short
ly entrains, and he complained Of
being lonely, not meeting the friends
he would like but rather a fawning
crowd of little understanding.
In a few days. by the blessing OF
God. / will have lived thirty-six
years in the world. and am re-
solved to do many things left un-
done. To the Friars and saw Frank
r. Adams, the scrivener. newly come
from Michigan, and we went to my
chambers and w. MacHarg and Por>
ter came and we discussed litera-
ture, which / know little about, but
pretended to, wisely.
Ny surtout maker sends his boy to
say my new tan surtout will cost
me more than I had planned, and /
was for calling and basting the
rogue, albeit he is a fine worker.
Talk of the plague increases, and
the people are filled with foolish
fears. In the late afternoon had
my wife cut my hair around the
temples, which She did well, but /
cautioned her not to mention IL in
the presence of others.
In the evening with A. Roche and
Mistress Ethel. it being her birth
day. to the voisin and had a cook
ed pullet with currie of rice and
soup of turtle and a great parfait
with whipped cream. very tasty, and
it came to me how much more ladies
were smoking the paper cigarettes,
all daintily putting at them save
a great man of the town, whose wife
is away, with a stage charmer, and
he appeared in high humor. Late
home and to bed.
Bozeman Bulger. at the Dutch
Treat Club. the other day, told a
story illustrating the irrepressible
humor of the Americans In the war.
In one of the final engagements.
when the Canadians retook Mons
and the Canadians and Americans
fought side by side, the artillery
was rolling a barrage at the enemy.
Every so often the Germans were
lodging under it and scampering
toward their enemies to surrender.
A bunch of some thirty-five at
tempted this trick. but the barrage
backed up fifty yards instead of ad-
vancing, caught the fugitives and
wiped them out, all except one man.
He flung himself into an Ameri-
can trench at the feet of a big Amer
ican. This chap looked him over
and sang out: why. you lucky son
of a gun" Then stuck a bayonet
through him.
1t was during the noon hour, when
restaurants are most crowded. They
were the elderly man, we'll dressed.
and a middle-aged woman over
dressed. Her cheeks bore a hectic
flush. her eyes were aglow-she was
far too excited to eat, and poured
stream of words into her COM
panion's ears.
And, lovey. you should have seen
him-such pride in his bearing as
he stood on that cerise velvet cush~
ion before a hanging OF the same
1Sll yOh was
Can't You picture the contrast? His
smoke-colored skin and his amber
eyes. 1 knew the judges would give
him the blue ribbon.
They couldn't have done other
wise. And he deserved it. he GER
tainly did, my precious Persian.
can't see why you object to his
sleeping with us. Why, when l told
Mrs. Smith that you objected she was
so surprised. She simply couldn't
understand it. All four of her pet
Angoras sleep with her.,
Let herr he snapped, with an
ominous click to his jaws. You
can pin Omar's blue ribbon to the
footbOard. But he won't sleep with
me. That's flatw
And for fifteen minutes the wom-
an wept silently - and he smoked
furiously, looking off into space and
wondering about something-Heav-
en- knows what!