The Washington herald., 1922-04-17
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from the diary OF a modern Samuel
Pepys: Early up and out of my
self for joy almost over my dogs
fear of a frog: The city in terror
about banditry, my news vender
being clapped up during the night
for bold Job. A mad world, and
may God bless US out of It,
To see Lederer, the play man, to
article. with him about some scriv-
'ening and then with press men to
see Mistress Ross Coghlan. who Is
Ill and in deep distress for want
of moneys which Is a pity. and she
mighty brave. Home and at my
stint but with no zest therefor.
Lunched with W. Hogs to say
farewell against his taking
ba-que for France. Thence with
my wife to see The Rubicon." =
naughty play, Silly writ. and
would liefer go to the music halls
to see jugglers and the like.
'Dined at the Double Door and
nightly taken by a fair lady who
proved to be Miss Gypsey O'Brien.
the play actress. who child ME for
not bowling yet I did-not know her,
being so blinded by her beauty.
about on the bench until the clock
struck twelve. So home and to
bed.
The designers and sellers of Ia
dies fine frocks who have their es-
tablishments in costly residential
mansions of the Avenue employ
beautiful young women who are
known in the trade as "paraders'
They are women who wear clothes
with distinction, and IL is sthefr job
to appear on the streets in the Sc
lect styles Of the house they may
represent. 1t Is a subtle form of
advertising. but very effective.
Those who see the "paraders" begin
to search the exclusive shops for
the same designs and. Of course,
they md them. 1t is said that soma
of the ''paraders" are paid 5000
week, and in many instances they
are young girls of aristocratic fam
lilies who are in need Of ready
money.
Along Broadway they would call
him an apple -knocker"-a fellow
from the tall grass. He was strell-
ing slowly northward. gazing I'M
aO1SheO AT inc nikh DoiioiHeS N
the furry Of life in Longacre
Square. Several times he would
step out into the street better to
get a view of the -scraping
architecture. In fact one bright
slicker called out: How do you
like the city?" Appearances are
somewhat misleading at times. The
apparent yokel happens to be one
of the greatest of New Yorks
stage directors fellow who slips
in the wise-cracking metropolitan
Jokes In musical comedies and who
has lived in London. Paris and Ber-
lin. And re was born in New York.
But he wears old-fashioned clothes.
likes to walk along and eat apples
as he strolls and gaze at things
in a detached sort of way. Incl
dehtally he has given Broadway
more up-to-date slang than George
AIDE in his palmiest days.
He came down into the break
fast room of his club at noon a
little shaky from a hectic night
before.
'How do you feelr' asked q
crony.
Like a million dollars" he said.
Then added: in Russian rublss."
A bit of Fifth avenue cafe
psychology. A gaudy Partisan
pastry parlor opened near Fifteith
street. The windows were filled
with cakes, French pastry, cold
meats frozen in blocks Of Ice and
the like. 1t looked very much like
a elorifed Broadway pastry shop,
a tribe more ornate. 1t did no
business. Then 1t closed for week.
All window signs were removed.
The glass chandeliers inside were
supplanted by hidden lights. the
entrance was roped. One must have
an advance reservation 1t now
prospers-and under the same man
aeement And no difference in the
food.