The Washington herald., 1920-10-08
TIPPED WAITER
DIME DINNER
Magazine Writer Went on
Spending Spree, Says
Mcintyre.
By o. o. M'INTYRE,

new York, Oct. Thoughts
while strolling around New York:
A beggar in doorway counting his
money. Smiling bare-fanged
smile. A poet twirling his horn
trimmed glasses. And gazing at the
sky Fat ankled women wearing
spangled stockings. The poet is
looking the wrong way for inspira-
tion. Real estate firm advertises a
Swiss chalet for sale.
opie Reed. the novelist, getting
his shoes shined. Looks like Ken.
lucky colonel. The rat-a-tat-tat OF
a riVeter on every block. And still
no place to live. Eight years ago ]
was offered a nine-room apartment
first month free-for $50 a month
Now it rents for s42O. Some OF
these days I'm going to take a sho,
in the arm or something and walk
into a hotel. look the clerk right in
the eye and say: "A 81 room
please"
A typical New Yorker rushing
along like an express train. Prob
dOlS sOiIS loI d OF 10 dIi
afternoon tea. But if you live here
long enough you get the habit
Irving Berlin in English tweeds and
a Homburg hat. Swank, no end
Everybody seems to be carrying a
lunch box. A good idea. 1t costs
as much to eat in the one armed d
places almost as it does in the big
hotels.
That old bird with parted white
whiskers looks important. There
goes Fred Stone and his brother
in-law, Rex Beach. Between them
they ought to be able to fight off
the H. c. of l.. Still things are not
so bad, a Fifth avenue florist an
nounCes a 10 per cent reduction in
"rChids. That's enough to cheer
the most pessimistic. Anyway We
may expect a sharp reduction in
the price of terrapin.
Way Down East" in the films.
1t can never be so good as the
spoken drama. I'll never forget
how, perched up in the gallery, l
sObbed when the stern father shout
ed at the fallen daughter: out Of
my house. I'll have no dinner of
your gittin'." I've met that hatchet
faced man three times. wonder if
he's following me. Anyway it Is
time to go home.
Tipped Waiter n Dime.
\ magazine office received a curt
note from one of it's leading con-
tributors recently reading: Don't
send me any more money until next
year. | don't know what to do
with it" The writer is away off in
the wilds where he has built his
own house and is living primitive
fashion. One might imagine how
he goes on an orgy Of spending
when he reaches New York. But
primitive habits are heard to break.
The last time he was in town he
gave a dinner for four at the wal
dOrf and tipped the waiter dime.
Old Apple Mary.
Old Apple Mary introduced her
successor last week in the office
building down town where for years
she has appeared with the regulari-
ty Of a clock and a basket of fruit
and candy. Her successor is her
daughter. Old Apple Mary is going
back to Italy where she has a little
farm, a COW and some pigs and a
big chimney corner where she may
rest her tired body. For thirty
years she has been a figure in the
newspaper offices. was once a
patron and she trusted me at the
end of many weeks when editorial
pockets were light. She knew Dana,
the elder Pulitzer and all of the &C
leorities of an older day along with
the new crop. 4 handsome purse
was made up for her by the Gus
toners whomN she served rain or
shine year in and year out.