The Washington herald., 1920-06-29
New York City
By o. o. Mc1ntyrs

New York, June es.--To do the
really smart thing In Manhattan
these colorfess days one must dine
on the Ritz roof and at midnight
saunter to the Frolic. 1t is proving
perfectly ripping antidote for
boredom by the languid rich. No
one realised how II was possible to
rub elbows with the truly great so
easily until a celebrated clubman
was pistoiedr at dawn q few weeks
ago and his trail led from the Ritz
to the -Ffolic and thence to his
home where the assassin stalked.
The newspapers on trail of the
guilty revealed an, endless number
and variety OF celebrities who were
present at both places and to whom
the clubman bowed and spoke.
While a Childs eatery Is more In
kt cping with my -beJeaguered purse
decided for the nonce to plunge
into an evening Of mad extrava-
gance.
Retailing exclusiveness at the
Ritz has become an astounding art.
1t leaves simple folk In kind OF
daze. The studied effects from the
time one Is greeted at the curb by
the carriage starter until one Is
whirled high above the roar of the
city to the roof are marvels of
nicely.
And then there is NJ. Theodore
to greet you! No man is SO inter-
esting to me as the polished head
waiter or rather the maitre de
hotel. One wonders where he has
been taught tactfulness. He is the
only person extant who can give
you the impression of being your
complete slave and still completely
awe you with reserve and dignity.
NJ. Theodore excels in this.
When ! called to engage. a table
he was not in and I left my name
and number. When he telephoned
a voice said: TT is I. NJ. Theodore
of the Ritz" 1t was just like a
novelist announcing the presence
OF the Russian Ambassador at a
notable Paris function. Should he
order the dinner? 1t would be his
great plaizare! 1 felt like thunder
ing 10000 yeas to his entreaty
For the truth is that l will never
get the hang of these New York
menus. Even when Lizzie at the
Depot Short Order Restaurant back
home came up to the counter and
sung out squirrels or eggs"
always felt confused.
Not a person dining in business
clothes. Dinner seemed to be an
event. And at each table a silver
flask. Several indeed studded with
Jewels. 1t Is strange how the rich
still have the idea that this Is a
free country. And the dinner. Boy,
page NJ. Epicurus! Canteloupe near
the freezing point. Even the spoon
to eat II bearing a frost. Flaming
red lobster with palm green sauce,
Pheasant hen with puffed fried
potatoes-balloon like inside. Ice
cream served from a chilled platter
OF frozen fruits. II is too much.
can't go on. After all / guess be-
ing rich has its compensations.
Imagine an audience being spat-
tered with rain at one of the best
theaters in New York. Terrible!
1t happened at the Globe. The
Globe has a sliding roof which
slides back in the summer time and
leaves the sky as a canopy. But a
sudden shower came up the other
night. The sliding roof stuck in
its fastenings and for a few sec
onds a lot of make up was splat-
tered and shoulders bedewed. AS
it was between acts the show was
not interrupted.
In a cafe just off Fifth avenue a
diner had left by his chair on the
floor a bottle of Haig and Ha'g
cit is a pleasure to give you the
free ad now boys). And from time
to time he sweetened his drinking
water. Some fellow en- PEASANT
purloined the brittle. When the
diner noticed II he jumped up and
ran around in a few circles. But
he could do nothing. Across the
way he saw a bottle of Gorden gin.
Don't cut, copy reader-give the
poor boys the free puff) he pur-
loined it as a matter of revenge.
And the walters saw how easy 1t
was and soon there wasn't a bottle
left in the room. 1t seemed almost
like prohibition.