The Washington herald., 1922-04-28
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NEW YORK. April 27.--Thoughts
while strolling around New York:
The East Side MONDAY turmoil. Ten
ement children swarming to the
street carousal. Timid goats peer
ing from dark areaways. Rattle of
tin-pots. Smell of stale cooking.
Squeaking shoes and tousled heads.
Penny ice cream cakes.
Dirty windows that give a mo-
mentary glimmer OF gaunt faces
with feeble eyes. Gray masks of
reading Marx. Knocking their heads
against the stars. Tongue dripping
revolters screaming from soapboxes.
A strange generation mewiing in
the cradle. On the ground that
Washington trod.
Struggling for a grip on life with
Augean patience. Skull capped
venerables assailed by youthful
gibes, fouts and jeers. Gloomy
drugstores heralding herb nostrums
for. the blood. Leathery- skinned
women loaded down with kindling.
The buzz of green bottle flies.
A cross town car ride-and the
shopping district. Stately ladies in
little closed cabs. Horses trained
to prancing but as docile as lambs
down-at-the- heels marquis. But
always a new and gay little feath-
er in his hat. Russian frocks. I
wonder II they will wear sabots.
The avenue grows in grace and
beauty with the seasons. And up in
Central Park the buds are popping.
Eddie Canter strolling with Lee
Shubert. From the old-fashioned
boarding houses come "the compleat
gentlemen" for late afternoon
strolls. Girls carrying those weird.
raggedy Partisan dolls.
F. A row of notaries. Wonder IL peo-
pie are really interested in the date
their commissions expire? Violet
sellers going home with their wilt
ed wares. Dusk. And in the dis
tance-Broadway. Like fallen
constellation. Ugh, what a sign.
Grave Diggers Wanted" Goody,
Soody, A pop corn wagon.
Fifth Avenue bus conductors are
skilfully trained in courtesy. Rare
ly do they lose their temper. And
they are forced to take much back
talk. So one may be forgiven for
saying. as lady turned TO look at
him coldly as she mounted the tiny
stairs: Lady. legs amt no treat
for me-"
A force of 100 clerks are kept busy
revising the names and addresses Of
telephone subscribers in Greater
New York. AS soon as one direc-
tory is finished another is started.
The first telephone directory was
published forty-three years ago. 1t
was printed on a small card that
could be carried in the vest pocket
and contained the names of 252
subscribers. There were no num-
bers recorded in those days. One
merely gave the operator the name
of the person to whom he wished
to speak.
An abandoned stable in the ffties.
surrounded on ether side by garages.
has sprung up as a new night haunt.
There are no friils and many Of the
tables are in stalls. Hostesses in
evening gowns are on hand to greet
those who arrive after the theater.
There is small dance floor. but the
chief attraction is said to be good
liquor OF all kinds at 81 a drink. 1t
is the place where many go to prime
themselves for the supper clubs that
open n little later and where the
drinks are getting so expensive that
one has to seek kick beforehand.
Table water in the supper clubs is
selling for 81 a quart and whisky is
SO II drink.
The coach dog is becoming almost
as extinct as the pug in Manhattan.
He cannot jog along under limou-
sines. and the cobbed horse and
smart turnout are a rarity. How
ever. there is one spotted coach dog
that makes the best of things along
Fifth avenue every evening. His
master stands on the platform Of a
bus. and the faithful animal jogs
along on the sidewalk, risking his
precious neck at street crossings.