The Washington herald., 1922-11-14
NesD York City
Day BY Day
sy o. o. McInvrs.

NEW YORK. Nov. fs.-rhsrs. is
relief from the boredom OF the
theater when the play is bad. Just
watch the orchestra. Their pres
ence suggests a communion OF suf-
fering-they must sit through IL
night after night. They cannot
walk out
In front-row seat one may see
the brave musicians skiifuliy nght-
Ing on ennuf There is the trap
drummer, secretly envied by moss
men. He has a pencil and pad, ana
when the lights are low he is
sketching the second one from the
end-a bob-haired creature with
Nen Brinkley eyes.
Perhaps he is to meet her after
the show. And he has his gIoat over
the Wall street piunger. who is
trying to catch her eyes from a stage
box. The clarinet player has a
chamois rag attached to a string.
which he draws through the instru-
ment. Then sighs through it--like
a man cleaning a rife.
Let us not forget the leader.
When the spotlight is off, he is
reading by the glare of his rac~
light. What is he reading? o, yes.
Broken Barriers" The second nd
dlers sit like two grotesque Bhuddas
IN the dull calcium glare. We won-
der! What does a second fiddler
really think about. Perhaps c are
Briggs could picture II.
The custodian OF the buIl-fddle
Is as phlegmatic as the barpist is
aesthetic. The harpist is removIns
with pen-knife some calloused
spots on his finder tips while the
bul-hddler chews dangerously at
q cud
Something has happened back
stage. Only the orchestra senses Il.
whispers run electrically from lip
to lip. All OF them smile save the
pianist. He plainly shows his dis
gust. The flute player spots an ac-
quaintance in the balcony He
tosses wry, embarrassed smile up
ward.
stage. The front lights flash. The
leader sticks back his hair. The
bun-fddler spits. The pit In static.
A wave of the baton and two taps.
The orchestra drama has ended.
They are back on their thankless
job.
Tin Pan Alley has a pet peeve.
Imagine
London and Nanny song a.
that. But the truth is that the big
gest seller in the Broadway music
shops for the past two weeks Is
Coal Black Nanny" which came
right of the Strand.
The domestic cloud that is report-
ed to have settled over the Vincent
Astor home is the all-absorbinN
topic Of conversation among New
Iork's Four Hundred. with the al.
rival OF young Astor in Paris and
the simultaneous report that Mrs.
Astor has left the French capital
Tor an extended tour OF Europe, the
tongues are wagging furiously. 1t
was the one society romance that
people thought would be lasting.
Mr.. and Mrs. Astor were childhood
friends and had never shown any
interest in others. Mrs. Astor was
extremely popular and had many
suitors. and. of course. all OF the
fond mammas had their eyes on Mr..
4 stor.
Speaking of society-and we
know absolutely nothing about it
not in years have metropolitan mon-
DANES boasted of SO many promi-
nent buds to bloom in the social
garden. Ninety-eight girls had
their coming out" parties this fall.
The average crop Is about a dozen.
In my own set l can report
rather interesting wedding. Moe
81 berstein, president of our club
the Madison Avenue Pants Pressing
Club-has married off his daughter
RebecCa to Mr.. Gathney Street
LonGvue. Mr.. Longvue may not be
in the social register. but he has a
name that belongs there. The we'd
ding was interesting chiefly because
Mr.. Silberstein did not attend. He
became too absorbed in a pinochle
game