The Washington herald., 1920-12-31
New York City
Day by Day
By o. o. MCINTYRE.

NEW YORK, Dec. 30-Thoughts
while strolling around New York:
A sale of Turkish rugs. Imagine a
man so rich that he could buy a
Turkish rug right after Christmas.
It's silly. The men who carry ad-
vertising banners-the sandwich
men-are with us again. They dis
appeared during the war. A
mounted policeman dashing down
the avenue like he was going to a
riot. He will probably pull up a
side street and stroke his mustache.
High buildings and short skirts.
1 wonder If those two little iron men
still whang the clock in Herald
Square. A pawn shop for autos.
And they say many are pawning
them They say the biggest holiday
business was done by the perfume
shops. That's what we get for
sending our boys to France. 1 hope
II they do revive the Blue Laws they
Do something about monocles.
Always a merry group in front
of the Lambs. Working mothers
going to the free day nursery after
their babies. Unsung heroines. Gus
tave Frohman. He has the most
sparsely settled whiskers 1 ever saw.
Some of these days I'll kill a boy
on roller skates. There goes will
/ liam Randolph Hearst. His face is
longer than mine.
Those theatrical ticket agencies on
Broadway hum with activity. That
one has IL 2>clerks and IA girls are
busy at the telephone Most of the
theater tickets go there direct. As
Rube Goldberg might say, it's all
wrong. Food is now cheaper in the
cabarets. But who goes to a cab
aret to eat? I'll try to act city broke
crossing this street.
That girl limping along lost the
French heel of her shoe. And she's
blushing. Tommy Gray tells about
the girl who was horribly embar-
rassed because an ear was showing
through her hair. A quick-lunch
room sign advises patrons to engage
their New Years tables early. All
the stores are closing up and I for
got what 1 started out after. o, yes,
an ink wiper. 1 wonder where they
sell them?
On Park avenue shortly after dusk
limousine was bowling along
northward. Suddenly the quiet of
the street was broken by a woman's
scream inside the car The chauf-
feur drew up at the curb and a wom-
an in decollete evening dress step
ped out from cloud of smoke. Her
dress was ablaze with sparks. 'T
was doing" she explained "and my
cigarette fell out of my hand" The
crowd backed away apparently mot
knowing just what to say.
A hanger-on in an all night cafe
was telling a stranger of the won
ders of New York. He spoke of the
subway, the White Way at night,
the parks and skyscrapers. and"
ne added, you ought to be sure to
see the Statue Of Liberty-you know.
the big one with the torch"
I was in a magazine office recently
and saw a pile of manuscripts that
had ben received that day. They
hlled large wicker basket. Yet
at one side was a pile of about is
and I noticed they had return ad-
dresses of writer's who were well
known. They were to receive i'm
mediate attention and the others
were to be read when the editors
got around to 1t. All of which is
not very encouraging for the am
bilious beginner.
Harlem's Black Belt now has a
magnificiently equipped hair dressing
parlor for women. The dusky bellies
are Hooking to the place. and ap-
pointments have to be made in ad-
vance. All of the better class bar
Der shops for negroes in Harlem
nave manicure girls to attend to-
the wants of the patrons.
Charlie Edison, the Arkansas poets
Is on again In quest Of the high ad-
venture. Every few years Charlie
comes to town and conducts a news
paper column for several weeks.
while regular columnists go on their
vacation. and then he retires to the
wilds OF New Jersey or Arkansas
to get the breath of the city out OF
his nostrils. The city Is a great
place" says Charlie. -for a day or
So"