The Washington herald., 1922-12-22
NEW YORK CITY
DAY by DAY
By 0. 0. Mcintyre.
NEW YORK. Dec. 2

" HOUGHTS while strolling
around New York: There's
Il the Vanity Fair office.
And I'm not wearing spats. Aged
charclOal peddlers living in cell
lars in abandoned ugliness. The
odor of sherry. Ive got an egg.
Circus grafters and shillabers
wintering along the curbs. Suck
ing snoring pipes.
There = Constance Binney. Lots
of folks talking to themselves.
I'm not the only one. A red
haired lady in a red fur coat.
Boy. plate of ice cream quick.
That demonstrators vacuum
cleaner refused to vac. That old
Lothario had just resigned from
his third wife. And is looking
for the fourth.
Wish | could get interested in
politics. Something new for win
ter. High white buckskin shoes.
Windows of books. Dripping with
gloom. How the wind howls
Whatever became OF the stopless
street cars? Arthur William
Brown. the artist.
More cafes with darktown
strutters. Seven are doing a
rushing business. My wife says
i lack dignity. Wonder if an As
cot tie would help? They look
naughty. Or an Oscar Hammer
stein hat. Italian bonbon shops
With pretty. red-lipped sales
girls. And stubby. derby hated
proprietOrs. A kitten with a
mangled paw.
Too cold for frozen North Sc
rails. Patient lines AZ the opera.
And the best seats are held by
those who rarely go. Too much
snobbery in grand opera. Think
I'll write to the Herald A fat,
pink old lady with crisp white
curls. I'd rather talk to her than
a flapper.
Children rushing from school
with wind-reddened faces. A
veteran clown now running
milk depot. Crowds going to see
the wizard Polish boy play chess.
on art. Such as "Modernism in
Samovars. Think I'll go home
and scrape raw turnip. A
great delicacy. And very cheap.
Business of choosing an exit.
In a booking office the other
day | was introduced to a lady
snake charmer. She had wild,
fluffy bobbed hair and was
dressed as neatly as any woman
on Fifth avenue. Snake charm
ers have always appeared to me
to come from some world apart
from my cospiG scheme. How
ever, the illusion burst. This
young lady was raised in a small
place near my home town. She
used to play with garter snakes
she caught in a COW pasture. and
developed a fondness for reptiles.
She became performer because
she needed money. She saw an
ad in a theatrical paper. She
talked intelligently of plays. books.
and prohibition. Her calling is
not to her liking. She says she
is rather Stunned by society, and
when she saves enough money
she is going % buy a little farm.
but she says she will always he
interested in snakes. They are
as harmless as kittens, she says,
unless they think they are being
attacked. Perhaps it was snoo-
bish, but after shaking hands
with the lady / went to a wash
room and washed my hands and
felt creepy all evening. Yet she
told me snakes were cleaner than
dogs.
Fiction writers and photoplay
scenayists would discard the SEN
sational capture of New York's
musical world by Marion Talley,
the fifteen-year-old Kansas City
girl. as "hokum." Here she
came, unheralded, and in all
probability will be an opera idol
in a few years. In ten minutes
she leaped from obscurity to
fame.
Copyright, 1922. by the McNaught
Syndicate. 1nc.)