The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1921-12-20
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SEN IN STREET
BY M'INTYRE
Aged w o man Searches
For Son Only When
Mists Descend.
~ o. o. N'INTYRE.

NEW York, Dec. ia heavy
fog. sticky and dense. had blown
up from New FORKS harbor. Night
had settled over Fifth avenue. re-
vsaling shpdowy forms of cropping
pedestrians. vaguely outlined vehicles
and faint lozengesS Of light from the
long string Of street lamps.
It was the kind OF Z night when
ciubmen- settle comfortably In their
deep leather chairs and find comfort
IN rubbing their hands cheerfuily and
remarking about the rotten wealth
err" For the clubman. like the Lon
doner. has q real affection for fog.
Behind the grilled doors Of Mil
loinairs's Row, stern-visaged vassAis
In their uniforms gased sadly out
into the thickening base. Cabmen
dropped on their high perches. q pic
turixation Of shelly's immortal line.
20 wind! II winter comes. can spring
be far behind"
1t was one Of those melancholy
nights that come to New York once
in awhile-a subconscious persuasion
that the great metropolis 10 not after
all hectic hours of froth and tinsei.
The cathedral chimes struck of an
hour. The traffic towers flashed their
last wink of danger.
Near the Union League Club !
bumped into q shadow. There were
apologies and a voice pitched to en-
during servitude inquired II had
seen q lone lady going northward.
l had not. There was sincere So
licitation In his request.
So I volunteered any aid / might
lend. 'She never goes out" he said
he was speaking Of his mistress
save when a fog comes UP. We
watched her closely tonight, but she
got away. Our fear is that she may
wander to the docks and step off
a pier"
The story. A mother who lost
her son when q transatlantic liner
went down in fog. She was with
him and was saved. When a fog
comes she goes out to find him and
now and then calls out his name.
Twelve years ago she lost him. and
since the tragedy her mind. too, has
been in afog.
n you happen to have any old
type Of musical Instrument around the
attic you might be able to dispose
of 1t by writing to william Fox.
thS 4NcW IlIOtlOh piStutC
nate. For Fox has as a special hobby
the collection of old and freakish
musical Instruments, both string and
brass. He has in a building where
he has his offices at Tenth avenue
and Fifty-ifth street a curio gal
lery of instruments from the Six
teenth century harpsichord to the
Twentieth century tazz band skillet.
He has 100 or more old horns and
trumpets, bugles that called men to
death. and harps that twanged in
royal halls. He has a music box
once owned by the former Kaiser.
and harmoniphones that date back to
the War OF the Roses. Indeed, he
even has a barrel organ and q me-
chanical flute. perhaps the only one
in the world.
Julian Mitchell. who il directing q
musical show. announced at q re-
hearsal the other morning that the
chorus would report the following
morning at 10 O'Clock. IT wouldn't
get up In the middle Of the night
for any stage manager" said one
highly rouged chlorine, and fiounced
out.
At the luncheon to Nahum Soko-
low. the Jewish journalist, attended
by New York editors, Adolph Ochs.
Of the Times. told OF a Jew who
came to Bishop Potter stating that
he desired to embrace Christianity.
The bishop arranged for him to have
q talk with one Of the curates. but
the applicant was insistent and said
he wanted to join right away.
why are you in such a hurry
inquired the bishop.
well. my family done ME dirt
and I want to disgrace them"