The Washington herald., 1921-09-22

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NEW YORK. Sept. 21.-Grlm
tokens of wars aftermath now and
then splotch Manhattan's gay
splendor a rumbling caisson upon
which rested a fag-draped wooden
box turned into Broadway the
other night as the theaters were
welcoming their nightly hordes.
The caisson was drawn by four
tired horses. An ill-assorted group
in varying uniforms marched
ahead to the beat of a muffled
drum. A single closed cab piodded
along In the rear.
In the lead a soldier swung his
way on crutches. An empty sleeve
Tapped from another coat. And
still one more holding to COM
panion's coat sleeve walked stiffly
as IL blindfolded. His eyes were
socketless.
Broadway paused a fieeting mo-
ment in it's merrymaking. Reality
had broken into the sunny world of
life and laughter. The stalwart
corner policeman removed his he'll
met and bowed his head. Two
y'ung girls, vibrant with light
hearted gaiety, came to sudden
stop and moved to the curb silently
to gaze.
A red-headed porter under a
hotel canopy mumbled his lips and
crossed himself. Newsboys crying
their late night extras hushed. An
unsteady figure detached itself
from the shadows of the Times
Building and lurched half way
across the street. looked at the pro-
cession and turned back abashed.
At Forty-second street while
turning east the procession was
caught in traffic swirl. The vet
eran on crutches wiped his per-
spring forehead and moved over to
the sightless comrade. Not much
farther. Jim. old buddy. Grand
Central is just three blocks away"
he said.
I'm not tired" was the reply.
accompanied by the ghost of a
smile. Poor old Bill didn't get
tired when he sat up with me two
days and nights in the Argonne."
And then, lightly. Let's go"
\ whistle shrilled. Traffic flowed
on and the procession of lame. halt
and blind resumed the last lap Of
its journey. New. lights burst into
fire in the Broadway heavens A
jazz band began its moaning bleat
in a cafe. Well-fed diners has
tened to their evenings frivolities
amid the drone of usual laughter.
For on Broadway the war is old
stuff"
There is an evening newspaper
building that has the upholstered
magnificence Of a great bank in its
editorial rooms. Editors. are blocked
off by shining brass rails. Many
come TO work in frock coats which
they do not remove. No one goes
about sleeveless The reception
room is filled with flowers and the
walls are lined with rare and price,
less volumes. The other day one
OF the b-editors-they do not
call them copy readers there-was
called before the editorial director.
Twice in the month he had been
guilty of splitting the infinitive.
But they didn't discharge him.
They are going to send him back to
Oxford.
The last day of the races at Bel
mont is attended by the creme de
la creme of the social register. II
is really isociety's f2shion show
and reveals all the late frocks
picked up in Paris. This year at
the gathering not a woman present
wore short skirt-and Fifth aY-
enue interprets it as a positive de-
cision that skirts are coming
down.
The hit of "Tangerine." the out
standing musical success of the
new theatrical season. is Sweet
Lady" which Frank Crummit wrote
and which he sings to Julia San
derson to the accompaniment of the
ukelaie. Crummit is an Ohio boy
"a small town product - who
critics have praised highly. The
royalties from his song hit will be
small fortune. for il is being
played in all the hotels and cafes
and is being sung in vaudeville,
thereby making huge sales.