The Washington herald., 1922-10-11
NeU York City
Day by Day
By o. o. Mcintyre.

NEW YORK. October io.-A
freckle-face copy boy for the New
York World galloped to an uptown
hotel the other night for the dra-
matte critics nightly review.
Three hours later he , returned
without his copy. He explained
that he was lost in the Grand Gen.
tral Terminal.
His alibi was accepted without
question. The labyrinths. ramps
and causeways that catacomb this
mammoth structure are more con-
fusing than third rail" whisky or
the structure made in Crete by
Daedalus.
Bewildered travellers are instruct
ed to follow the red, green or black
lines-painted on the walls-and
suddenly they may find themselves
In Times Square or some dork
ghostly tunnel.
1t is such a maze that often sta
tion employees become lost and res
cue squads have to go out and re-
trieVe them. Three weeks ago an
aged woman from Troy, N. Y, was
hysteria. She had been trying TO
get out OF the station for six hours
The other day I was seeking one
OF the lower levels. I asked a fel-
low Alpine climer directions.
Follow the green line" he said
cheerfully. In fifteen minutes I
came right back to him again. It
was then I noticed that he wore a
brown derby and carried scissors in
his vest pocket. So what could you
expect? The turnings and twists
are SO complicated that many COM
muters who ride there by subway to
catch their trains daily-and have
for years-are forced to seek help
full guidance.
A farmer from New Jersey with
plenty of red clay showing p"~ed
MS perspiring way to a stati +
Ger late the other evening.
delmighty" he exploded, "ge. me
out OF this hellish contraption." He
had left his wife to step around
the corner to get q Betty Lee or
some oher good nickel cigar and
had been walking for two solid
hours. 1t took another four to find
his good wife. She had not moved.
Over on Ellis Island In the eve
ming when immigrants who are
herded there waiting for word
whether they may come to the
new country or be turned back
there is. a spirit of fortitude that
Is commendable. They do not
whine. Indeed they sing and dance
and give little amateur perform
ances, buoyed by the magnificence
of the glowing city they hope to
reach. Maria from Napoli sings
her homemade arias. A Russian
shrills his song OF the native
steppes and Rumanians and Poles
execute their simple folk dances.
There are melodies Of the Near
East OF Italian skies and of the
hill of Helles. They are only timid
and frightened when they see an
American uniform, but the officers
there understand and keep out of
sight during the hour or SO OF eve
ming gaiety.
There is a bachelor in New York
who confessed the other day that
he had a dinner route" that ex-
tends over a month and then he
begins all over again. He is
sociable fellow and is unhappy
eating alone. He is such good
No"ipdHS tHdt MS lrlenQS ike 10
have him around and So by sys-
tematic process he has so arranged
that he can dine at different home
for more than month at .
stretch.
Street beggars are now making
their pitches" on the quiet streets
far from the crowds. The police
have become too active. OF course,
they will seep back again when
the crusaders turn TO something
new. Only the totally blind are
permitted on the Avenue and i'm
portant streets. Hagan's Roost
where many beggars live, is
strangely deserted. "A lot of the
boys" the clerk told a reporter,
have gone to Bermuda and Eu-
rope on vacations"
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