The Washington herald., 1921-08-12

NEW YORK. Aug. 1I.-Thoughts
while stroliing around New York:
Auto flirts driving slowly along the
curb. Nothing SO dreary as a fur
store in midsummer. Grandmothers
in French heels. And piggy men
with blood pressure. Arthur William
Brown, the illustrator. All kinds
apartments for rent. This time las,
year visitors had to go to Philadel-
phia to sleep. A good place, too.
That is. for sleeping.
l hate men who cock their eve
brows. mouse ran up my leg in
that little cafe and / never pass II
without feeling fainty. There's my
kind of a home. French Windows
opening upon a terrace with a stone
balustrade. And only ten minutes
from Times Square. Edgar Selwyn.
Lean and rangey, with innocent
eyes. He wears a wrist watch, too.
A church wedding. Muffled heart
beats. An aftermath of perfume
scent and tears. A block filled with
painters studios. Dealing out eie-
CANT fiattery. A gas house district
tenement. A blurred window with
three faded violets In a broken bot
tie. Women who stare with un-
conscious insolence. Dull gas light.
Marauding tomcats in garbage cans.
Children with spindly legs and
buck teeth.
The river spotted with canoes.
Rronzed youths. Dreamy-eyed girls
with fingers trailing In the water.
A scene to inspire a conscious
s?mbolist. Whatever that is ]
think it is a person who has a
verbal hemorrhage. A bus across
town. Fare 3 cents. 1t rocks and
jolts and the driver chews fine-cut.
Little nubs of women carrying
great piles of garments from the
sweat shops. Some work half the
night.
Clean shaven. freshly bathed
Athletic, Club members lounging on
a big veranda. Sunk in leather
chairs with cigars and iced drinks
Pc hand. Their wives are in the
country. And, gosh. how they suf-
fer. Nearly every other movie
house is closed. Children splashing &
~ the public fountains. Not so
much fun as the old swimming hole.
The Black Belt in Harlem has
been paying tribute to its greatest
hero Jack Johnson. the pugilist.
The cafes on Lexington avenue have
been crowded with merrymakers.
johnson spent his evenings going
from one to the other. bestowing
his golden smile. And the Black
Belt put on its sartorial best. High
hats and frock coats in the after
noon and evening dress at night.
The colored girls wore dazzling
evening gowns. The cafes of the
Black Belt are just as fiashy as
those of Broadway. Many Of the
menus are printed in French. In
one block counted three beauty
parlors, and they are patronized ex-
cIusively by the colored women.
Friends of Irwin Cobb are won-
dering how he did it. The famous
writer has grown so thin that when
he appeared at the Lambs recently
there were some of his intimates
who scarcely recognized him. He
has dropped from 235 pounds to
about $50. and he says he is in bet
ter health than ever before. Along
Park Row in the old days Cobb
was regarded as the best two-fisted
eater in the journalistic set. He
always ordered fried eggs by the
nalf dozen. and he usually topped
off his lunches with three cuts of
pie.
That serious problem play Get
ting Gertics Garter" which is to
open new playhouse in the fall,
has returned from preliminary
tour. The manager predicts il will
run for year There is some
thing in name-at least in the
artistic theatrical world.
A restaurant in the theatrical
section has this sign lettered on
the window: Your dog is well
come. We will feed him without
charge"