The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1922-01-09
ALL VAMPIRES
NOT IN MOVIES,
SAYS M'INTYRE
One in Snug-Fitting Black
Gown Toys With Mems
Hearts in Cafe.
BY 0. o. M'INTYRE.

NEW YORK, Jan S.-A page from
the dairy of a modern Samuel
Pepys: Up early and away to the
fruiterer's to send a basket. Met
Is. Granville, the play actor. ana
walked with him to his tailor 5,
there took leave and to My Lady
Justine's to welcome her mother.
The city in grip of a storm so
home, where came a gay letter from
Sinclair Lewis, living like rich
merchantmen in Rome, and after a
little scrivening ! finished off some
turkey bones and sat about In brave
content.
In the afternoon to a college play
with Julian Streets boy and mighty
fine II was and much merry COM
pany. and find myself enjoying
the association of younger folk all
the while: Going through the town
CHANGED to see Stillman. the
banker; Mr.. Lorimer. the editor: and
de Segurala. the singer. who clings
to the custom of wearing a single
eye glass.
My wife and I in the evening to
the BeauX Arts and there supped,
but our table so near the orchestra
that We could not talk. so to an
oNhtA sat 1Cidiu NY
gaat. the pamphleteer. and G.
Weight. the thinner, all very gay.
Later to see Bull Dog Drummond,
and SO to bed.
All the vampires are not in the
movies! In New York there is the
cafe vampire. now part Of the
scenery in the sequestered French
places. Perhaps coquette would be
better word Anyway. she comes
In alone. sits a little aloof from the
rest of the diners and employs all
her evil beauty to lure men to her
table. She generally dresses in a
tght-fitting black gown and her
lips are as crimson as II stained by
the hearts blood OF victims. she
ruffs daintiIy at her tipped
cigarette and looks dreamily at the
crowds. There Is cod brightness
to her eyes as alluring as the voice
OF the Lcrelei.
Speaking of women who toy with
the hearts of men. young frieno
of mine told me of a marble
hearted lady who had cast him
adrift after six months of f.verish
devotion. My comment was that she
was. indeed. cruel.
Cruel" he says. "Ill say she
was-as cruel as a laundry
A trio Of enterprising playwrights
WHO have several successes to
their credit-rented home in a
deserted part of Long Island re-
Gently for a hide-away, where they
pNnartaH faahfan .
American drama. They employ d
two stenographers to sit about and
take down their brightest sayings
The play was taking form. The
first act was finished. and then one
day someone sent them ten gallons
of a potent liquor made in Mexico.
One day they asked the stenog-
raphers tOshare a glass OF the stun
with them. The next day they had
to begin on a new play. All of
US forgot everything" said one
of the playwrights.
The singing boatmen of China
havo nothing on New York's market
vendors. who MARBLE their chanteys
as they barter off the last Of the day S
wares along First avenue. 1t is a
picturesque sight. At the head or
the market stand the women for
tune tellers. the wrinkled old lemon
men and the fish vendors with their
sinners barely dead. Further down
the line are the garlic and mint
peddlers. A half hour before the
market closes the songs start.
They drift from one aria to the
other. Many OF them have excel
lent voices and when they sing
their prices go down. Customers
call them sunset bargains" and
do their shopping then.
On one Of the Staten Island fer
ries is a blind harpist who plays
old-timc melodies, voyagmg back
and forth. for small coins that are
dropped into his cup. Every night
he is led away by a m:Gdle-age.
man, who appears very prosperous
The Eateman told me: That's the
old mans son. lie comes down and
gets him nightly lie a big mcr-
chant uptown. but the old man lives
in one Of the seamen's lodging
houses. They sa- the son got his
start from the pennies the old man
collects"