The Washington herald., 1921-12-10
BUTTERFLY CHAPS
Sell CEWCAWS FOR
JEWELRY HOUSES
They Carry a Cane and
All That, Don't Cher
Know" Boys.
By o. o. M'INTYRE.

NEW YORK, Dec. st Is the
custom OF smart Fifth avenue
shops purveying to plutocrats to
have social regent in their en-
ploy who leads the butterfly life.
Usually it is the young man of an
aristocratic family fallen on evil
days.
Haberdashed to fit the role, he is
given generous spending account
and receives commission on sales
that he engineers. A famous jew
elry establishment has one of the
most notable of the brood.
He spends his time fitting from
dinner to dance. squirting rather
matronly dowagers whose husbands
the while enjoy the comforts Of
the deep-cushioned chairs in the
lounge of their clubs.
At the opera, the horse show and
theaters he is ever present with
MS patent leather hair, up-to-the-
minute evening dress and flood of
polite inconsequential chatter. A
year at Oxford has given him a
Plccadilly accent and his mind is
marvelously trained properly to
carry the correct walking stick.
No mean gift. my masters.
His name flares weekly from the
printed page in Town Topics and
his card is an open sesame to
every abode. He never goes near
the establishment that employs him
that would class him as being
IN trade" which Is anathema in
the circles in which he moves.
The other day on the avenue a
brash young man who clerks in the
jewelry shop that employs the So
ctal regent ruthlessly broke down
the great social barrier by calling
out his lame in passing.
The regent was with a reigning
young deb. \ frown darkened his
classic brow. who in the world
might that, be-" he inquired. The
young lady recalled having seen
him in the jewelry shop.
"Fawncy. A clerk" he calculated
only he pronounced IL clark. 81
And he fiicked imaginary bits OF
fluff from his coat lapels as IL he
might have come in contact with
something quite unclean.
Jake Rosenthal, who manages the
atrical' companies. tells of an East
Side Yiddish shipkeeper who had
a very rfischievous boy. One day
a policeman brought the boy into
the shop by the nape of the neck.
What has the loafer been do
ing" inquired the father.
playing with matches in the
street" said the cop.
The father smacked the boy In
the face playing with matches
in the street were you" he thun-
dered. when you want to play
"ith matches you stay here in the
store"
1t is not because the shadows are
beginning to lengthen or that I'm
Jealous of youth. but here of late
at every gathering l find myself
absolutely unaffected by women re-
IatinE with flushed cheeks and high
enthusiasm that they are unable 10
buy any clothes except in the misses
department For ten years I've
been going to toy shops at Christ
mas time to play with the toys.
Sidney used to be Clyde Fitch's
valet. He now Wallets a celebrated
theatrical producer. He told me
the other day that Fitch was a
victim of his own good nature.
When success came he was unable
to resist the cleaners along the
Great White Way They descended
upon him at all hours of the night,
breaking his rest. eating his food
and tipping his wines. Fitch was a
thorough gentleman. He had not
the capacity to frown upon those
he believed We're his friends. The
last years of his life were con-
slant series of petty Interruptions
which wore him down. shattered
his health and sent him to a pre-
mature grave.
Plastic window decoration. 1t -
a new art. And while it lasts one
should not despair of the artistic
future of America. The sculptor
sculpts in fondant and in gelatine
and even models with mayonnalse.
There is one window in a food store
on Broadway that is particularly
enticing. The lordliest red lobster
of the season dominated. He was
resting on a bank of jelly. Mayor
naise waves curled up at the side.
Below him was an amber lake or
aspic. On his brilliant red back was
a pyramid of red and black glazed
tomatoes and big black prunes. In
long trail way out to the top of
his tail lay perfect unbroken sec
lions of lobster meat.