The Washington herald., 1922-10-06
Neu, York City
Day BY Day
By o. o. Mcintyre.


NEW YORK, Oct. 5.-Thoughts
while stroliing around New York:
Avenue satyrs strolling to con-
quests. And stihing embryonic
yawns. The pack of dinner hunters
the feminine ciphers. Poiret. the
Partisan dressmaker. in high heeled
red shoes. And he wears an Ascot
tie.
Every fapper has a uke. There's
Ralph Barton, the artist. Wonder
how much a flower peddler makes
day. The horsey set going to the
park. Canoes floating in the
serene idle beauty of the lake.
Beaver! There cores former Sem
ator Clark.
Nothing suggests tragedy like
running riderless horse. Fresh air
fiends scrambling for bus tops.
Vincent Astor's home always looks
gloomy. And the curtains need
washing. A doctor of divinity in
flowing robes playing with a puppy
on a church step.
depressing part of a day. Even the
figures along the park psling seem
to droop. No wonder It's the cock
tail hour. There ought to be q lot
Of gorgeous cellars around this
neighborhood. A little italian gar
den with two strutting peacocks.
Skirts are now sweeping the side
walks. Wonder. what the boys
around the Flatiron building do
these windy days. The first venders
of roasted chestnuts, with little
charcoal kettles spouting steamers
Of smoke. And they look so hope
lessly beaten by life.
Broadway flashing its zig-zag
fires. The movies seem to get the
bulk of the pleasure hunters. A
new electric sign since I've been
away-a group Of girls In a swing
hammock. An invasion OF plano
schools-two flights up-where they
teach you to play in ten days. And
the boobery Is flocking to them.
Still ! once took lessons in magic
by mail. There is more than one
born a minute.
The cigarette and cigar girl has
been banished from the restaurants.
1t is a police order and no one
seems to understand its purpose
not even the police officials. The
cigarette girl is merely con-
venience. She does no harm and
there is no record OF her having
engaged in bootlegging and this
makes the mystery all the mere
puzzling. The order recently pro-
mulgated banning woman from
smoking in cafes was suddenly
withdrawn and declared to be
blunder. II the new order isn't
blunder, II is at least stupid.
There is a growing number Of
Brazilian coffee houses in the Roar
ing Forties. They are dim-lit and
restful looking. The patronage con-
sists of those who wish to while
away an hour or so in conversa-
tion at small tables without being
annoyed by jazz. In one the other
evening I saw a dark-haired Span
ish woman who slipped at her cup
of heavy black coffee between puffs
Of her cigarette. She was dressed
in black with a large black picture
hat and veil and the part of the
veil covering the right cheek had
a red velvet heart stitched into II.
The veil dropped only to her lips.
leaving her lower cheeks and chin
bare. She looked mighty wicked.
do not vouch for the Golden
Dozen list of New York attractions,
but here they are as compiled by
select coterie OF critics:
Dramatic: "Kiki." The Old Soak" :"
Captain Applejack." "He Who Gets
Slapped" The Cat and the Canary"
and Partners Again"
Musical comedies. Music Box
Revue" "Chauve Souris." The Fol-
lies" Spice of 1922" Sue, Dear"
and "Daffy Dill"
Bozeman Bulger met a certain
playwright and noticed that he had
grown almost completely bald. 1T
looks to me-" said Bulger, "as II the
tide had gone out for good!'
"Zasso" said the critic. Did
you ever see a busy street with
grass growing there?"