The Washington herald., 1921-09-02
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NEW YORK. Sept. Thoughts,
while strolling around New York:.
A heliotrope Limousine at the curb,
of 1o-cent store. Stunning. Owen
DaSis. Writes the "unhand-me-
villain" melodramas, Looks. like a
curate. The armless blpd beggar
standing with his head barred to.
the rain. ,Broadway's Athos of the
brooding sorrows. Show troupers
on on the high adventure. In Akron
or Joliet. / wish I hadn't gulped
that corn beef hash.
Selling magazines from a cart.
That's q new one. Most 'of them
are too light to read and too heavy.
to carry. An Argentine dancer.
Cost king his crown, they say.
Press agent stun. She was follow
ing a broken-winged sparrow. Her
cheeks wet with tears. Now
don't believe any Of the tales about
her. Where am 1? Too many
loafers around here.
Adolescent youths. Handsomely
dark. Surging with boiling way
wardness. Packets of cocaine in
their pockets. A movie laboratory.
They work in a dull ruby light. To
strange eyes 1t Is utter darkness
The sun is out. Wonder what those
fellows that grease the street car
rails think aboutG Strutting actors.
Roly-poly figure is Abe Erlanger.
History Is his hobby.
An avenue perfume shop. Raw
ishingly beautiful salesgirls. Tau
tology. Why shouldn't perfume
| shops have beautiful sales girlsl
Imagine buying perfume from a
crone! A stout lady limousining
up the street, all bombazine and
bugles. She'll make a few shop
girls cringe. Then they'll give her
the laugh as she goes out. AS long
as they sell the goods they should
worry.
Six o'clock and men are rushing
home. Different from the old days
when they frivoled the vesperal
hour in bars and what not Wives
always know where hubby is. AL
ways about the house. He may be
down - but he's never out My
mouth waters passing these Danish
pastry shop windows. There's Jay
Kaufman going into the Claridge.
I'll sit at the same table. Maybe
he1 pay the check. Consomme in
jelly, broiled sea trout. Turkish
coffee. Raspberry pudding. Peggy
O'Neil. Just back from London.
N, waiter. separte checks.
Hark girls! New York newspa-
pers have received the following
| advertisements from Herr Julius
Klein, of Vienna, for immediate
publication: Announcement: The
Undersigned takes the liberty to
make the statement that he is
planning to come to the United
States soon to bring his clientele,
consisting of members of the no
bility men of official rank and
standing. industrial leaders and
others rich in the realities of the
European capitals into epistolary
touch with the American ladies of
the best society to the end that
marriages between them and these
may effectively be eventuated."
| l.
never see one of those rustic log
cabins set in the deep Maine woods
as portrayed on postcards. Maine
woods visitors are something like
fishermen. They speak nonchalantIy
of sweeping porcupine. beavers and
| flying squirrels off the front porch
every morning. Wolves howl in the
clearing all night long while they
| sleep by birch log fires. Deers come
to the front yard to drink and
trout leap out of the water to be
caught. Most of the folk who
suddenly develop into such mar
velous woodsmen over night are
the kind that jump straight into
the air and blanch at the sudden
toot of a New York automobile
horn.
In three of the largest hotel res
taurants in New York there were
scenes" over dinner checks. The
auarrels came near resulting in po-
| lice Interference but the manage
| ment in each case feared the pub
| licity that would ensue. Guests in
| two cases refused to pay the cover
charge and in another case a man
protested against the Jesse James
prices on his dinner check. A year
or SO ago nobody kicked and the
cafe prices were boosted out of all
| reason. Now the public is speaking
out. A head waiter told me that
| not night passes without a half
dozen scenes. And" he added, "the
funny thing is that most of those
who kick have money"