The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1921-10-26
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Husbands with min stones around
their necks--wlvas who SOW the
wind and let the innocent reap the
whiYlwindl In this City Of Dread
full Debt domestic happiness hangs
on the turn OF q card. Marital
bliss IL adjusted by the bank ball
ance. There are people here who
boast OF being broke and smile
over living luxuriously as parasites.
The manager of great hotei
told me of many couples who are
required to pay their bills in ad-
vance nightly for the next day. Yet
yet they live on and on from. hand
to mouth gaily and unabashed--
seeking surcease in cocktail
guzzling while they wait for the
inevitable crash.
Credit men in many shops have
countless pager of names UNDER
lined in red, the credit insignia OF
danger. and these are names en-
blazoned on society pages as
patrons Of the opera, guests ~
smart functions and generally
credited as persons Of fabulous
wealth.
The other evening as an awning
was spread over the sidewalk OF
TdTh avenue u
old man took up a position by one
of the iron supports. The collar OF
his threadbare coat was turned up
to keep of the crisp evening chill:
Soon a young woman-one OF
those light. beautiful expensive
toys-furred and cleaning with
jewels stepped daintlly from "a
landulet. The old man, wringins
cap in his hands in nervous en-
barrassment shuffIed toward her.
please Mrs. Blank" he mumoled
in a half choking sob, 81 need so
much the money. 1t Is very leatie:
/ have looked every place for you
The lady drew up her skirts. her
face colored in shame and she
dashed up the steps. The old man
was a neighborhood cobbler about
to be evicted.
Kipling said 1t was the woman
who pays and pays and pays, In
New York's high flying set II Is the
man. At noon you see these hus-
bands leaving their Offices for the
neighborhood Wall street tickers.
They cling to the tape, reading II
feverishly, their brows beaded in
cold dew. They hope against
hope that something will happen.
anu SNSHIudlly II uOcS happCh a
shot in an obscure hotel. a sudden
mysterious first page disappearance
or the odd crash of an auto carry
ing a lone occupant against a
countryside elm.
Ut is the brightest little shop I
have found in all New York. A little
bell gaily chimes as you open the
door. One feels the lndefinable
warmth of cordial welcome. II Is
one of those gift shops with narrow
tables piled high with cheer-up
cards, notices of love and inspira-
tional desk and wall slogans. The
proprietor moves slowly toward
you back of the counter. He is
blind but he has the most sincere
and winning smile 1 have ever
seen.
At a soda fountain that is run by
Chinese-perhaps the only one Of
it's kind in New YorkAthe prize ex-
pensive item on the bill of fare is
Sun Vat sen frappe." and it
tastes like it. 1t is presumed the
item is named after the Chinese
reformer. Incidentally they have a
Sam Lee sundae. But what most
fascinated me was the TACT InaI
they had Japanese serving boys.
A certain actor on Broadway has
been invited frequently to the
Lambs to meet a duke of some OBJ
scure European country who was
travelling incognito here. The actor
was told that the duke had ex-
pressed a great desire to meet him.
Several times, II appears, the actor
arrived just too late.
The other night a crested limou-
sine with a trumpeter and liveried
attendants drew up in front of the
theater where the actor was play
ing. Four men escorted a small,
dark completed man into the
lobby. The mysterious stranger
wore a red ribbon across his shirt
front, the badge of nobility.
News trickled back stage to the
comedian that the duke and party
had arrived and were in front row
seats. When the actor appeared he
made them special bows. After the
show he learned the duke was the
Lambs official Italian bootblack.
Anyway said the actor he was
gentleman OF polish"-which in