The Washington herald., 1920-04-24
New York City
By o. o. MeIntyre

Palace Theater Is Wo!pin's. the mid
night rendezvous Of those care-free
folk OF the vaudeville stage. 1t is a
small and cheaper priced restaurant.
Girls walt fon the table and know
all of the customers by name.
Vaudeville folk eat breakfast around
o'clock in the afternoon and the
big meal is at midnight.
The most delightfully."- irresponsi-
BILE people in the world are the ac-
tors and actresses of variety. They
snap their fingers at tomorrow and
live only for the day. In fair wealth
err and foul they stick together
clannish until they know you. But
they never fail to help a fellow in
, distress.
| A tale Is told of a dancing team
"at liberty" All their wealth con-
sisted in two good suits of clothes.
A telegram came from an old pal in
New Orleans he was stranded and
i'll. That night a slavey girl at the
theatrical boarding house where
the dancing team lived took a bum
die to'a pawn shop on Eighth ave-
nue.. She got $22 for them. The
money was telegraphed to New Or
leans and for ten days the dancing
team couldn't leave their room. They
had nothing to wear.
| wolpin's at midnight is one of the
most interesting spots in the Ten
derloin. Frisco comes in with the
ever present torch Then perhaps
la group of midgets. A bicycle trio
always tired looking. A female
coon shouter, etc, etc. Their faces
still bear the marks of a hasty re-
moval of the makeup.
Variety. the vaudeville paper, is
their Bible. They look forward to
its weekly appearance as the big
event of the week. All OF the IA
miliar gossip is in print. They are
sentimental folk, these children OF
vaudeville. Mention the name of
Junie McCree. who fought their bat
ties valiantly for years before he
died. and eyes are instantly dimmed
with tears.
Each week in Variety one sees
big black bordered notices reading
something like this:
In Memoriam.
BILL HAMMERSLY.
or Hammersly. Hammersly and
Smythe.
! who departed this Life
March 10. 1900.
FROM HIS PALS.
Two wobbly young men in full
evening regalia steadied themselves
at a corner in Times Square with
their canes waiting for an open
faced carriage.
"Didja ever hear of George Ade?''
mumbled one.
| Whats his name?" said the other.
| "Who?' queried the first.
There are strange mutterings in
the underworld. The flare of the
police scandal in which Manhattan
is now enmeshed always causes
great uneasiness among the crea-
lures who live by their wits. Any
day some "snitch" may 'suueal"
The most sinister aspect of the pres
ent police situation is the sugges-
tion that the old methods of the
system" have been revived. In
of police officers have taken on the
ways of grating predecessors.
The system has always been more
or less of a newspaper readers
mystery, but there is no mystery
about it. 1t simply represents a cir
cumstance that follows the combina-
tion between the crooked politician,
the keeper of illegal resorts and the
dishonest policeman. These police
scandals when they reach the white
hot glare of publicity always end in
murder. The Tenderloin is whisper
ing: Who will it be?
1t is said that nearly all of the
stool pigeons" police spies. have
gone to Cuba. They know they will
be the first 10 be suspected and SO
cravens at heart they fee in a
panic.