The Washington herald., 1921-09-12
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NEW YORK. Sept. IA page
from the diary of a modern Samuel
Pepys: Lay late, my poor head
aching. At my scrivening for a
time but tore 1t up and away
through the town. very noble in my
refurbished surtout, Saw A. Dale,
the play critic; S. Baruch. the
banker, and Miss Normand.. the Gin
ema actress, newly come from Cali
fornia.
In Bryant Park a ragged fellow
foxed with drink, drew a crowd by
climbing a tree and chirping like a
bird, the police coming with ladders
to get him down. Sat awhile on the
benches and the faces all about sad
and worried over lack of work,
which is pity.
Lunched with X. Kitchen, the
pamphleteer, at a quaint inn, once
a stable. and we sat in a horse stall
and the food very good, especially
the chop Of mutton with a hot
sauce. Home and played sweet
music on the harpischord with one
finger. III. Doherty came and sat
awhile and r. Kelly. too, and a
very contentful talk.
III NhS Win "llt anu
f. Selwyn to see his new play, The
Poppy God" at the Hudson: very
good, and between acts with Allan
Dwan and r. Long to the Lambs
for beakers of grape juice, and c..
Chaplin's manager there told us
many tales of him and his modesS
and kindness. Walked home and
near the Algonquin saw Mistress
Irene Castle, whose hair is now red,
and a mighty pretty green gown she
wore. And so to bed.
Bird Millman, the dainty wire
walker, fiuttered out of the wings at
first-night performance and
swung high into the air to her
perch. She stepped out and slipped
on the steel tape with a crash. She
dropped to the floor stunned and
the audience gasped and a few
screamed. In a few seconds Miss
Millman leaped upon the shoulder Of
a stage assistant and was at her
work. Later in her dressing room
she asked what had happened. She
had carried Off the honors of the
evening but remembered nothing
after the hard fall.
She sat opposite him al a table in
a little cafe running off the hip of
Broadway in the Fifties. 1t is pat
ronized by a rather sporty crowd
track followers, statesmen of doubt
full stocks and gambling house cap
pers.
She was over-rouged and perhaps
trifie overturned. His face.
shaved to a sirloin red, bore the ex-
preston of utter boredom. His
highly-polished nails plucked at the
diamond horseshoe pin in a noisy
cravat. 1t was evident even to her
that her wiles were wasted.
Finally with a toss of her head
she said: You know, dearie, I'm
boring you frightful. I'll toddle
along. Call me up some rainy old
afternoon. Perhaps you1l get tired
of that terrible brunette you've been
flirting with at the next table. 1t
amt her hair-See" And to the
amazement and horror of everybody
she snatched of the brunette's wig,
revealing a head almost bald. And
then she walked out with a merry
ha-ha.
The oyster bars in the Tenderloin
| are packed and jammed these days,
for the oyster season is on. 1t is
getting to be quite an after-theater
stunt for parties to flock to the
oyster bars instead of the usual sup
per places. And betting on how
| many oysters may be eaten at one
| sitting also enlivens things and is
not discouraged at all by the pro-
prietors.
take the following ad from a
New York morning paper: Il am a
mother with six children and can
find no place to live on account of
| them. Just now ! am living in a
tent near Pelham Parkway. ! have
only 5000 but will use il as first
payment on some wOrn-out house
that Is going to decay. I work
from in the morning until ) at
night and will make weekly pay
! ments on the balance