The Washington herald., 1920-06-22
New York City
By o. o. Mc1ntyre

New York. June 21.-At noon wall
Street is a seething cauldron OF
hurrying humanity. The tide sweeps
up and down the narrow canyons
and the roar of thousand noises
almost browns the shrill cry OF the
MONDAY express. Then at O'CLOCK
the financial district SINNERS down
to the plaeidity Of country cnurcn
yard. Trinity chimes may be hearo
as far northward as Canal.
The metamorphosis OF new
York street Is a bewildering coi.-
plexity of metropolitan life. one
enters wall Street at 6 o'clock 10
find the only answer to the query:
what has happened?" in the echo
of his own football. Broadway In
the Times Square district begins to
feel the racing, rushing. sportive
feeling. that charges every pulse
with energy. as the crowds mock
from the theaters at 1880.
The cafes begin their evening
symphonies to leaping spirits. There
is a CHASTITY white Hood of light.
and bubble. The melody shops In
those odd little slits between build
ings pour forth rasping tunes from
tiny pianos. Street hawkers brave
the night stick of the passing po-
liceman.
Goblin-Iike motors. .ehugging fu-
riously. and dazzling pedestrians
with light are packed an inch apart
from Columbus Circle to Herald
Square. The hotel canopies are Ike
great ampitheaters for watchers or
the crowds. The smirking nymph
du pave, the prowling denizens OF
the underworld. the silk hated
aristocrat and the lorgnetted ma
tron mingle In an easy democracy.
Every block has its new thrill. A
dummy chucker throwing a fake NJ
to buy more blended poison In
trigues scores. Across the street
pasty faced, ratlike youth Is being
held by the trembling hand that
the Central once man caught In =
would-be victims pocket.
A young blood of the town Is
auctioning of his Rolls-Royce IN
front of an old rose and gilt eatery
so that he and his friends may con-
tinue their night of revelry at a
Westchester road house. Two snarl-
ing drug fiends quarrel over the
fruits of a hard luck story just told
to a benign countryman from the
hinterland. A bent figure. wrapped
in a faded shawl. jaws with a
crowd of hoodlums entering white
tiled restaurant. They have confis-
Gated her stock in trade-a box OF
chewing gum in pink wrappers.
Then at a. m. comes the lull or
5 p. m. in Wall Street Only few
stragglers are out. The leather
lunged huskies are calling the
morning papers. A few sea-going
hacks with feet stuck out heaven
ward pass. The stentorian voices
of the milk wagon drivers. A sug-
gestion of light in the East. In a
few hours the subway kiosks VIII
be disgorging their millions. And
Broadway sleeps.
Wendell Phillips Dodge left the
post OF publicity purveyer for Uncle
Dave Belasco to embark upon the
treacherous seas of theatrical pro-
duction with Willy Pogany, of the
Metropolitan scenic forces, as hrst
mate. Judging from a six page
mimeoeraphed explanation l have
lust received from Dodge he was
easy picking for the buccaneers.
He has practically nothing left but
his London grown whiskers ana
they are more fiery red with indig-
nation than ever 1t is a sad tale.
mates, that Skipper Dodge unfolds.
The first play he picked everybody
laid down on him and he was gypp-
ed out of the controlling interest,".
And the play is the biggest success
on Broadway and will be produced
in London this fall. Knif1ng one in
the back is an innocent little pleas
ure IL Dodge is accurate in his
statement, in the uncharted theat-
rical seas. But he has not lost his
faith in mankind. He is coming
back with three new plays. More
power to him.