The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1922-05-04
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.Oa By Day
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afternoon Broadway's '1illies of
the field" eddy into the side street
food caravansaries to leaven dull
ness with food. 1t Is the hour to
forget yesterday and its sad mis-
takes and brighten minds for even
ing adventures to come.
Youth turned sour-the hollow
mockery of shallow pleasures and
the artificial spewing of vain re-
grets. The period when the gentle
Salvation Army lassie is received
without opprobrious jest. The
White Ways glamour has become
as sickly pale. as the phosphores-
cence of a rotting fish.
She sat at table watching the
door. Bodied hair was topped with
an Egyptian turban and above the
knee skirts revealed butterflies
clicked in daringly sheer hose. He
| came. a pimply rat faced type that
seems to be bred in a hideous night
life.
He sat down across from her, a
| cigarette hanging from sullen lips.
What he said made. her laugh-a
forced. high pitched laIgh-and he
struck her sharply with the back
of his hand. TRY to laugh out
OF that" he growled. And she
smiled at him through wet eyes.
As he walked away she opened q
furnished vanity case containing a
hypodermic needle.
At another table sat twins" not
by birth but for fashions sake. 81
wish that dumb Ike would hurry
the chow" she said. This Is my
seventh cigarette and they make
me toppy without food. why did
we have to run out of gin? Imagine
me the way feel trying to act
glad to dine with smelt faced
brush ape from Kansas"
The striving to retain the price,
less gift of youth Is expressed In
baby heels. 16-year-old millinery
lost 1t is the end of the journey.
1t was not such poor philosophy
expounded in one of the breakfast
haunts the other afternoon.
A plain clothes man. known to
Tenderloin habitues. drifted in.
Coffee had been finished. We'll.
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you go from here?"
One painted little doll stood up.
reached a bit unstead.ly for her Goa,
and replied: I'VE came from nothing
and it's my guess We are going back
again"
An actor came out of booking
Office on Seventh avenue and met a
fellow player. II have just signed
contract" said the first. What
salary do you suppose they're going
to pay me-"
Half" replied the second.
''Whadda you mean. 'half?'"
Just half what you're going to
tell me-
Forty-second street is getting ready
for an elevated moving sidewalk
which II Is hoped will relieve pedes-
TRAN traffic. II the plan works out
it will be the beginning OF net
work of moving sidewalks in the
shopping district. Just now at For
ty-second street and Fifth avenue
there are twelve traffic policemen,
aside from the signal tower officer
and yet it has been found impossible
to handle tie crush OF traffic in the
morning and evening rush.
once upon a time life on Hester
street was as gay as a Autograph.
Now il is gray stretch of dull
street.-The an old smudged char
coal drawing. The pavements are
filed with accidental casuals who
drift there to hide from unsuccess-
full pasts. The neighborhood offers
them mo CONTRACT to- painful for a N
instant's contemplation. Everything
is slow-save the staccato shrill Of
the push cart men. On the curb of
one block l counted forty-five men
sitting mOtionless in the sun. Some
had their eyes closed and others
stared out into nowhere Their
though dour. black and reeky. In
a SCARED doorway sat an old man
with a skull cap on his head. He
was reading the Talmud. his lips
thoughts. On a Uttered fire escape
came faint CRY and a wan mother
came to the window, looked down
into the crib-crossed herself and
ran down the blind. Not once in
nv stroll did ! find sparkle to
life.
Wall Street is smiling again. Clerks
who have been given indefinite leaves
of absence have been called back
to their posts. Whatever may be
said of Wall street it is an unfail-
ing barometer of business condi-
tions and Just now it is register
ing prosperity. There is no pessi-
mism and as a rule Wall street is