The Washington herald., 1921-11-19

play arias on tiny raised platforms.
Intimate little tables for two are
| scattered not too closely about the
room.
1t is all a back-wash Of high life
In Paris. Only 100, may dine at the
one now regarded as the most ex-
elusive and there IL a studied wealth
as sheenful as the dust upon a butter
ny wing. The water goblets Is
fragile as rice paper are etched with
gold.
1t is place where men. fat Of
purse, go to display their women.
And what marvellous creatures they
are-sinuously graceful as the tigress
and coldly naughty as . Vanderbilt
butler Some are OF eminent re-
spectability and some of the demi-
monde.
Near my table sat a foppish
dandy sartorially perfect from mono
Gle to patent leathered feet. His
companion reminded one Of q luxu-
rious jungle fruit-beautiful but
poisonous. In a bandeaux around
her couture was q flashing ruby,
worth a fortune. (
A waiter brought them melon nest
ling deep in great silver dishes.
Then came the soup and through no
fault Of his own but by the care
less lurch of a passing diner . spray
OF soup went flying on the lady's
skirt.
A cutlery TRADE fell from her lips.
punctuated with epithets OF the
orothel. There was a crack Of flesh
against flesh and the waiter left the
room with finger-prints red upon a
CHASTITY. terror stricken face.
1T Is nothing" the head waiter
| told US. Madam is a little provoked"
Several nights later 1 saw her move
audiences to tears by superb acting
In Broadway play. So there may
be something to temperament But
why pick on walters?
At five O'Clock in the morning he
sat alone in a supper dance club with
yawning walters all about him.
i don't have 1t to live over again"
A friend of mine dropped into a
Fifth Avenue florist shop to send a
corsage bouquet to q lady He Sc
lected a spray of orchids with five
abioom. The bad news amounted to
$25. Special messenger fee was 50.
And would you believe It" he re-
marks the lady pouted because
walked aer three blocks home from
dinner"
Mark Leuscher. the demon press
agent. decided to ask George Bern
ard Shaw what he thought about
Babe Ruth's plunge into vaudeville.
So he sent the Following cable:
Would 1t be quite proper to adver-
t'se Babe Ruth as the superman C.
baseball?"
The next day came the reply:
Sorry, never heard of her. Whose
| baby is Ruth" And with the reply
clenched tightly in his hand Mark
slid down his brass pole and galloped
to the newspaper shops.
The old beggar'a trick OF pounc-
| Ing upon a crust Of bread in the gut
| ter has been revived. In front Of
the Union League Club at s o'clock
the other evening a tatterdemalion
| suddenly darted TO the curb, pickeo
up the crust a confederate had
| placed there and began wolfng II
| down. Some body tossed him a nickel
but most of the bystanders only
smiled.
They found him starving the
other day-a famous clown OF a
| few years ago. Poets have written
Of harlequins cast to play a tragic
| part and the pages of real life
| record many mines who have TESTED
| with hearts Of lead. There was lit
| tie Bluch who buffooned his way
/ through a Hiprodrome show in
| absurd clothes a few years ago
making one leg grow shorter as he
| walked. Bluch spoke no English.
He had no friends. Twice daily he
made huge audiences rock with
| laughter. During his three years
| In New York he sat alone when of
| the stage in a Fifty-seventh street
boarding house sewing togther
/ cigar ribbons for pillow cases. He
sold them and gave the money to
the Red Cross. One time r. H.
Burnside found Bluch perched on a
fire escape at the side of the Hippo
drome long after midnight
What are you doing there
Bluch?" he inquired IN Bluch's ma
tive tongue.
II am talking to my only friends
the stars" he replied. n
| Bozeman Bulger had Irwin Cobb
to dinner the other night. Most of
us tire of penning stories on Cobb,
but after all he tells about the
best. Anyway. Bulgsr's daughter
was very much interested in an
item on the menu. 1t was capon,
She wanted to know what capon
was. Her father and Cobb invent
ed wild story for the girl, who is
In her early teens. They told Of
brave men going TO their, death in
the far-of jungles to bring back a
capon for pretty golden-haired
girls. She suspected they were ro-
mancing-for Cobb had dined there
before.
After coffee she sought out Mr..
Cobb and demanded to know what
capon was. We'll, my dear" re-
piled Cobb after a mOnent's reflec-
tion' "a capon is a rooster with a
tenor voice"
The bfgness Of New York is over.
whelming. About every month I
stumble across q new city within
few minutes ride of Gotham,
The latest Is West New York, N.
ia town that has all the flare of
small metropolis. And yet in all
the long years I have Aived here I
have never met anyone from there.
Life grows brighter for New
York's army of drug store clerks.
Since women have quit wearing
wells the clerks do not have to lick
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