Evening star., 1922-01-15
Heard, and Seen


bar that is doing business just as It
did before prohibition. except-and it
is a rather large exception-no liquor
Is sold. Everything else is the same.
The same bartenders. the same bar,
the same brass rail, the same Gus
pidors. The place is q sort of lunch-
room now. where one may get ham
and chicken sandwiches, good coffee
and the most courteous treatment
from the men behind the counter. ::
There is an air Of reminiscence
about the place that Is good for the
soul The writer did not drink. and
has no use for the stun, but likes to
drop in at this old barroom for a quiet
cup Of coffee with friend.
The place Is seldom crowded. Small
tables along one wall, with restful
chairs. invite one to be seated, while
! the old bartenders stand at attention.
There is here none OF the rush and
hurly-burly Of the average lunchroom.
Even the conversation is subdued, as
| II in memory of the days gone by.
| Even the non-drinker believes that
those who work here do SO in the
! belief that some day the old times
will return.
Sometimes, on a bright afternoon. in
front OF the place you will see a COM
manding figure, a rather distinguished
looking man. with a trim mustache.
wearing snappy overcoat and carry
ing cane. He might be a diplomat.
But after awhile, II you go in. you
| will see him come forth in a white
coat. He Is the kindly bartender of
the old days. transformed into
lunchroom employe of the new day.
At one end Of the room there is a
kind Of blackboard. except that the
menus are spelled out on it in small
white metal letters. This Is the work
OF another employe. probably an en-
ploye Of the old days. too.
Split pea soup" runs the first line.
Cup custard" brings up the bottom
OF the board In between run va
riety OF sandwiches. cakes. pies. etc.
"Bread-butter" may be secured for S
cents. announces the signboard,
After the letters are all in place the
custodian carefully shuts his box from
which he took them forth. Then he
care. gives it final 'once over In
order to see that soup is spelled ac-
cording to the best authorities.
Careful adjustment is given to some
OF the words, in order to more prop
erly space their component letters.
entire surface. in order to push the
bill Of fare flush. SO that a stray arm
or hand. or passing overcoat, will not
knock split pea soup" OF the map.
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Capt. David s. Barry. jr.. who is in
charge of the marines guarding the
mail OF the country. is resourceful
man. He has been all over the world,
stood on the great wall of China, ex-
plored the mystic isles Of the south
seas, and now he sits at a desk in the
Post Office Department
The other day two yOun1 women
called at the department. They were
on a sightseeing tour and wanted to
60 over the department. Some one
thought 1t would be good joke to
play on Barry. so the two young la
dies were introduced to him.
We would like to see the Postmas-
ter Generals ROOM" said one Of the
young women with a smile.
Barry disappeared into an inner Of
nee, soon to return.
I'm sorry" he replied with his best
smile: the Postmaster General is in
his offlce now"
The young woman smiled sweetly.
I'VE would like to see the Postmas-
ter General" she-said.
Capt. Barry did his disappearing act
again, but soon returned.
I'm sorry" he replied, "the POST
master General is out now
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Speaking of Will H. Hays. it is not
generally known how he recently
spent rest from his strenuous duties
as Postmaster General
The sprain which he gave his back
when he fell out of his berth return
ing from New York city one night
caused his doctor to order a complete
rest for awhile.
The plan was to be this: The first
week he was to stay in bed all but
three hours a day: the second week
he was to be allowed six hours
day and the third week eight hours.
''I followed the prescription the first
week." said Mr.. Hays, with q smile,
'but didn't do quite so we'll the sec
ond week. and the third week I am
afraid didn't do very well It ALL"
CHARLES Z. TRACEWELL.