The Washington herald., 1921-08-04
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NEW YORK. Aug. IA certai,,
rich bachelor! He lives in royal
| splendor in the top floor of a de
luxe apartment house in the East
Fifties. Tsuro. a slippered, urbane
Jap. Is the Knight of the Bath. zeal
Gus in having it at the right tenn.
perature. Jenkins. the butler, is al
ways there to pull out the breakfast
chair when the master comes down
to sip his glass Of chilled orange
juice and crunch the crisp bits of
toast.
His dinners are events. Several
times l have dined with him in the
dazzling splendor OF his great din
ing-room. A French cuisinier, en-
ticed away from an European royal
house. blends the lyrical rotation of
havors. Cocktails from silver COB
lets. Crisply Drowned fowls. Po-
tatoes in never-to-be forgotten
sauces. Asparagus in aspIc. pes-
serts intoxicating to the palate.
Cigarettes direct from Turkey and
with superlative aromas.
Great business Affairs and mo-
mentous conferences chain him to
the whir of the city. His only es-
cape from civilizations snares is a
motor ride to Long Island when the
Exchange has closed and be a Tar
san for an hour or so-in a bathing
suit. He is just IS and his smooth
ly-shaven face is beginning to take
on leathery look. His hands trem-
! bic holding a newspaper.
The other day-because nearly
every one else was out of town, l
Lresume-he gave me a ring on the
telephone. l was to meet him at his
ofices IN lower Broadway. An hour
or so of relaxation from the mad
dening routine-the greensward. the
ocean. the forest.
And so we drove out over the
Fifty-ninth street bridge, flashed
through village after village and
then turned off into an almost for
gotten road to an old inn. SCARED
! and in a state of semidecay. There
was front porch and a pack Of
bayirg hounds came from around
back to greet US. After a time an
old man came. apparently surprised
at having patrons.
The food was an hour coming. II
wSs plain and wholesome AMI
served in thick dishes. The table
clctb was patched. The venerable
innkeeper became garrulous and told
OF better days. A new road opene ]
| AMI his inn was off the beaten path.
I'll wife came timidly to the screen
door row and then to peek out-just
to see IL we were eating her food.
And when we left. the wife stood
IN the doorway and the innkeeper
followed US to the car. profuse in
his thanks for the patronage. "a
kindly. pathetic old fellow" VEN
tured.
Pathetic, hell was the rather
spirited rejoinder. I'd trade places
with him tomorrow" And know
he meant it!
Molner has become a fad with
New York's superintelligenzia.T They
are deserting Shaw by the scores
to worship the Hungarian drama :
tist. Shaw. they say. is getti Is
tiresome. Look at his silly pre1ic-
tion that Carpenter would win the
fight! They didn't seem to realize
that he might have made the pre-
diction with his tongue in his cheek.
They took him seriously and they
really lost scads of money.
Franz Molner has had two plays
produced in New York. but 1t is in
his "Liliom," now current. that the
great interest has been arous"1. He
inspires the ina Sination, too. n his
exquisite clothes and inevitable
monocle, he is a familiar figure in
tho Budapest tenderloin. He Is a
frequenter of the all-night joints,
the v:ie holes of Budapest. as well
as the fashionable clubs. Heh<nows
the Hungarian capitals tenderioin,
it is said. better than any other man
in Hungary.
1t Is whispered about broadway
, that those who are wise may get
more than orange juice at several of
the many orange drink stands along
the Great White Way.