The Washington herald., 1922-07-14
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NEW YORK. July 13.-Thoushts
while strolling around New York:
Broadway's evening glow brushes
the heavens. The White Way
Zodiac. Emblazoning the eternal
enigma. In electric lights a cheru-
bic face puffs pipe. And Diana
swings on trapeze. Evening
idlers line the curbs. Comedians
all,
The shabby hotel look -outs take
their stands in the Forties. Mer-
curial lights shed their chastity
rays in quick-lunch, drink stand
and hair-dressing parlor. wheed-
ling beggars cringe in doorways.
And they call it the gayest street
in the world.
Wish the hurdy-gurdies would
quit that yoo-hooing song. Some-
thing different. An orchestra in a
one-fight-up tailoring shop. Tenn
pus does fugit. Eight o'clock and
the morning papers are out. Will
ton Lackaye. Has the face of
tired bloodhound.
Wonder how much a $1,000. 900
movie costs. Silver turbans the
fappers' latest There goes the
h ghest-priced hotel chef in town.
Looks like a country squire. And
uses snuff. The chain drug stores
are offering midnight supper dan
cling
Brownies old chop house. Hal
lowed by fruity memories. John l..
Sullivan used to go there for his
dessert-a T-bone steak. And
across the way the Poodle Dog.
Where Weber and Fields ate their
midnight lunch. The Metropolitan
in ghostly summer gloom. Will II
ever be the same without Caruso?
whitened faces with cherry-red
slits. Seeking thu answering smile.
Youth heralding the wisdom of
ages. There's the prize Dumb Ike
He thought his penny would work
a gum-vending machine. And still
they continue to build colleges.
All, This is worth staying out
late to see. Dropping mustache.
Single eyeglass. Lavender uppers.
brown weskit and cream derby.
None other, l take 1t. than Chol-
mondely Bottomley Bottomley from
Wrapping Stairs. Stopping ham.
Priceless old bean. Or something.
Freeport. L. l.. the theatrical
colony, stepped into the first pages
with shooting lawn party"
When the reporters got there they
found an array of sprightly young
women with calm faces and total
absence of diffidence posed upon
the lawn. While photographers
snapped cameras and compliments
one young lady grtnned: Amt We
getting jut like HollywoodT" In
cidentally the lady who shot her
husband furnished n title for Tin
Pan alley songsters when the re-
volver exploded. She shouted:
Daddy. daddy: I've shot my sweet
daddy now"
New York's cliff dwellers are not
immune from the beauty of dying
sun. At eventide the apartment
roof tops are filled with little
groups who gaze out over the
shoulder-high parapets to watch the
glowing splendor of the fading day.
On many of the roofs are croQuet
grounds and tennis courts. 1t is not
Inc pul ~ pItSShNs iANNAC
cross sections of crowded city life
far removed from the Jazz halls
and musical comedy world.
A New York lady returning from
a visit out of town left a toilet case
in the taxicab when she arrived at
her apartment hotel. The taxicab
driver was found an hour later. re-
membered the fare who had de-
parted from the cab with the case
and drove the owner to the ad-
dress. The toilet case was returned
to the owner but a bottle of per-
fume was missing. AS II was ex-
pensive perfume the owner notified
the police. and when they went to
the address they found three men
and two women drinking perfume
cocktails.