The Washington herald., 1921-09-14

NEW YORK. Sept. 1s.-rhe Bow
cry rnourns the passing Of Doc
shufield. He was a scholarly gem
tlenan &h6, dragged down by
drink. kast his lot with the fiotsam
and jetsam spewed up by China
town and the East Side. His "of-
ice" was in The Alligator. where for,
ave cents In the old days one might
buy shot of third-raIl LIQUOR and
occupy the flop room" in the rear,
at night.
His patients were those soddeni
wrecks who heard strange whispers
at night as the result of drink and
the victims Of the "black smoker of
the Chinese opium Joints. He min
istered. too, to the white wives OF
Chinese who bore half-caste, chill
dren. for he once occupied aechair
Of obstetrics In a London hospital.
Near The Alligator was Callahan's
Mission. John Callahan was a
drunkard and thief who had gone
straight and devoted his life angling.
for lost souls in that wayward
quarter. His mission was once Nc.
Guirk's Suicide Hall, SO named be-
cause soiled doves SO often quaffed
their last drink there and left in,
changing ambulances, their mouths
burned with acid.
Doc Shuffield would never 60 into
the mission himself to Join the
coffee cup mourners-who came to.
mourn and get free coffee-but he
often staggered to the entrance
with SOME blear-eyed sinner and
bowed him in. Doc never lost his
gentlemanly demeanor.
At night at The Alligator, sur
rounded by befuddled denizens and
in an alcoholic haze himself, he
would talk of learned topics In the
English of his classics. He had
known Whistler and many other
notables. including Oscar wilde.
Once drink-crazed dock walIoper
slit the throat of Pete. the bar
tender. and Doc stopped the flow of
blood and saved his life.
So eye!' after that when Summers
would gather around Doc ShuffieIi
and attempt TO make sport Of him,
Pete would leap over the counter
with hung-starter in hand. Doc was
picturesque figure with his high
hat, soiled white vest and iron gray
side whiskers. He was never known
to ask fee on the Bowery-all he
wanted was drink to blot out the
past and he managed to get all he
wanted of that.
n IDT.1.
hearsing in hall on Tenth avenue
for new play She had only half
an hour for luncheon the other day
and~dashed into a small and dingy
eating place. She ordered Goldfish
cakes which were played up on the
menu. When they arrived they
were unusually salty and she men
TONED it to the waitress. The
waitress grabbed her fork. scooped
up generous sample that Miss
Robson had already tackled and
said sympathetically: You're right,
Don'tcha eat 'em dearie"'
NBootblacks and newsboys along
Park Row and in the financial dis
tricts are cheered by the announce
ment that food prices are to come
down. MaN's Busy Bee shops are
selling coffee and crullers at cents.
Sandwiches are 3 cents and hot
waffles with syrup six cents-the
pre-war prices. MaX's Busy Becs,
are typically New York institutions.
The picture of Max in oils hangs In
front of each. He has jet black
hair. carefully brushed back. n
handsome curling mustache and rosy
cheeks. One might expect Max in
shirt sleeves to be waiting on Gus
toners. But he visits his shop only
now and then in a great limousine
with liveried chauffeur. His win
ters are spent in Palm Beach and
his summers at his place up along
the Hudson.