The Washington herald., 1921-08-26
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NEW YORK, Aug. 25.-Thoughts
while strolling around New York:
Marceline, the clown. The stern
visage OF the harlequin. The tea
room at noon. Bright with chintz
and wicker and rosy shaded lights.
A window filled with parakeets.s
Eddie Ellis, who plays stage viii
lains. A street Of moving picture
employment bureaus. Extras hud-
died about the bulletin boards.
Chorus girls Fastening nowhere.
Notified butterflies. An exploding
tire. Faces blanch and a woman
screams. Nerves rubbed raw in the
incessant whirr. Wonder what
Russian wolf hound thinks when he
sees a Pom? That Chinese girl has
her hair bobbed.
Idlers are now clustering along
| the avenue. Eyeing women and in
dulging in hedge and highroad
talk. The only cure is few good
smacks on the COCO with q cop
baton. Mrs. Leslie Carriers car. At
least her name Is on the door. How
she used to tear passion to tatters!
And ! was always in the gallery
whistling through my teeth.
A yard full of statues. Don't sup
pose anyone ever steals q statue.
| A Swedish poet. dripping with dac-
tyls. Striking musicians lounging
around the movie palaces. 1 couId
never blame a piocolo player for
striking. He's worth whatever he
gets. There goes Eddie Cantor. He
isn't working either. Whenever 1
feel the tiniest flash of energy 1
want to write a play-and never
! have.
Late afternoon on Fourteenth
street. Red checked girls leaving
the factory lofts. Jaunty souls who
fnd life too serious to take too seri-
ously. Old Russian MEN in black
skull caps and eyes that tell of
hopes burned away completely. The
curb hawkers make their pitch. VAL
ways a card trick or a bit OF magic
to lure the crowds.
Tiddish newspapers with their
yellow journal headlines. The cheap
restaurants brighten. Women begin
! their nightly patrol along the paves.
The medical museums turn on their
jazz records. Rubberneck wagons
| roll up to the corners. Each has
ly wait until the wagon is filled.
The first red glow OF Madison
| Square tower. heralding the quarter
hours. In the park the wanderers
are selecting their bench beds.
Lovers mount the spiral stairs to
the Fifth avenue bus tops. Hunger
assails me. And there's a sign:
Home Cooked Dinner-s2.'
They sat way down in front in a
movie palace. The fair companion
| was evidently bored at his lack OF
conversation and asked him IL he
| ever could bring himself to murder
anybody.
We'll. now you've asked me a big
/ question" he replied.
Two Of the biggest song hits of
the season. II has been discovered,
owe their originality to McDowell's
TO Wild Rose" and an old Chopin
| waltz. Tin Pan Alley doesn't deny
1t. And there is no way to stop
them.
On Forty-ThIrd street big
| bicycle store. whose annual rental
is big fortune, has been opened.
The owners believe that the bicycle
! is gaining a new popularity. In
deed many workers are riding TO
work on them and in the suburban
villages nearly every home has a
bicycle. Patchogue. L. I. has or
ganized a bicycle club and the men,
bers are taking weekend trips eX-
ploring Long Island.
A shimmy dancer has just
| decorated a large apartment in the
! neighborhood of the Winter Garden.
There are purple couches. lavender
satin draperies and pink satin bed
coverings. The living room is n
blaze of red and the bath of blue
tile. She gave house warming one
day last week which lasted long
into the night. At noon she re-
RECEIVED a telegram from one of the
guests Party a great success" it
read, but you should have had one
room done in dark brown. 1t would
/ match NV mood TODAY"