The Washington herald., 1922-06-16

NEW YORK. June ia page
from the diary OF a modern Samuel
Pepys; Up early and with my wife
to halfway house and there
drank beaker of cold milk, and n
mighty fine walk. too. This day I
donned my new straw head-p.ece
and even the clerks snlggered at my
droll appearance.
Thence to the river to hear a
boatful of Italians sing. very sweet.
Walking to the Dutch Treat for
luncheon / heard Sinclair Lewis
talk, but not In his usua! good form.
Saw. too. X. k'tchen, the scrlrener.
back from Ho 4ywocd and de glares
1t dull, stupid place.. with which
agree.
Droused about my chambers ana
came +. Hughes. the Detroit editor
and | promised to write a piece for
h m and we discussed Ring Lardnpr
who, | believe, is the finest humurist
of our day. yet +. Long does say
he has written some sentimental
prose that stirs the heart.
In the evening with my wife, poor
wretch, to the opening of the For
lies and spoke to Victor Herbert
Dave Stamper. Paul whiteman
Nyvyan Donner, Marshal Nielan
| David Belasco and others, but the
majority, being of society. did not
know. At 2:30 In the morning to
Jacks, where ] ate a large plate of
Irish bacon and eggs and slept Ill
all the night long.
The radio as a restaurant attrac-
ton has skidded to oblivion. Pro-
prietors say patrons prefer to do
their own talking. Others who
tired them out have gone back to a
ticker service and are offering their
customers the old reliable thrill or
the tape. One of the latest is set
up In thee shop of a Fifth avenue
confect oner. place of the gin
chair and tiny tea cake type.
The green lights in front of the
district police/stations are soon to
go. They VII be supplanted by
mellow white lights. For years the
green light has struck woe in the
heart of the patrol wagon riders.
When they saw them they knew the
next step WAS Nne lOneiy cell. Inc
New York district police station at
! best % a place to chill the heart.
There is an atmosphere as cold at
the fiag-stone floors. The lieu
tenants in charge appear to have
heen selected for their rouGhness
of. manner and lack of sympathy.
They make no presumption of in
nocence. Every man who comes in
led by a policeman is guilty. even
though his crime may have been In
leaving the taillight of hts automo-
bile unlighted after dusk.
1t is just a patch of a square
down in Greenwich Village. 1t is
not even on the map. but the deni-
zens of the sultry basement caves
rnow 1t as Mulry Square. II is
famed for it's fried egg sandwiches
made by an Irishman with flaming
red hair. He has a little stokeho7e
| and a four-foot long counter with
three stools. Like Reuben's sand
! wich place on upper Broadway, the
little eatery mas suddenly caught
the midnight crowds They go
| down there from the supper clubs
in the early morning and Mulry
Square has suddenly developed a
night life and scenery that Is a
striking variation on the Greenwich
Village theme. Mulry Is a square
by courtesy only. In reality II is
a triangle. 1t does not boast of any
of the park paraphernalia. 1t has
cinders instead of grass plot. and
coffee urn and a gasoline pump
/ are as close as 1t every gets to a
| fountain. What II lacks in statues.
1t makes up in artistically friend
eggs with just slight dash of
ground onion.