Evening star., 1924-08-16
MANHATTAN DAYS
AND NIGHTS
By HERBERT COREY.

BY HERBERT COREY.
NEW YORK,-Caliph Haroun AL
Raschid would fnd difficulty in strut
ting his STUFF in this town.
Not long ago the president of a great
western railroad saw the police subdu-
ing little man who had been in a street
fight He fought and acted like a r1f-
road man. and the president was inter
ested. At night court ne said:
Parole him in my custody, your
honor I'll look after him." rs
The little mans family was in need
and he was out OF a job. The railroad
president staked him, dressed the fam
iiy, provided Job and called regularly
TO see that everything was going all
right. 1t puzzled the little man. No one
had ever taken friendly interest in
him before
So he ran away. DISAPPEARED COM
pleteiy. The caliph has gone home 10
the court.
Remember r1.at column in the theater
program in which men are told not to
jackets? All right. then. One Of these.
days you'll see some such advertisement
as this in the papers:
What the well dressed corpse should
wear"
The foreign element on the lower
East Side buy grave clothes when a man
OF the family has passed on. The coat is
made without a back. and the vest is
mere dicky. Until lately they always
bought what the society editors used to
call the conventional black. Nowadays.
according to the head Of a firm which
makes specially of this sort of thing:
They are going in for shepherds
plaids and the like. They want some
thing snappy."
For ways that are queer and tricks
that are vain the hethen bootlegger is as
peculiar as Bret Hare's Chinaman ever
dared to be. Last night thirsty visitor
from the Middle West met a mysterious
man in the hotel lobby:
Want to buy two bottles of the best
gin?"
The thirsty man did. of course. The
bootlegger went to the checkroom OF the
hotel and redeemed parcel containing
two bottles and turned them over TO the
buyer.
watched"
tanned a very fine quality of hydrant
water
Howard Chandler Christy came back
a warm admirer of Mr.. Coolidge. He
says the President has a fine quality OF
humor. Like all Presidents, he rather re-
SentS the constant presence of his secret
service guard. Orders mean nothing to
them. They have been told to watch the
President and he cannot evade them.
Lets try he said with chuckle to
Mr.. Christy.
So they crept out of a side entrance
and lodged behind bushes 1t looked as
though they were free Then the Presi-
dent said:
NO use There's the Deacon"
The Deacon is the oldest, gravest.
most unhappy man of the presidential
squad OF secret service operatives. Mr..
Coolidge believeS-he is not sur@that
he has evaded the others from time to
time.
But 1 never fooled the Deacon" said
he. Hes great man-the Deacon"
New Workers are proud of thinking
that they look like New Workers. 1t Is
true that one can always spot New
He always gives up his hat He has
been whipped into line It's different
with the WeSterEer.
Il almost lost my job during the
Democratic convention" said a hat
check girl.
The men from out of town often did
not give up their hats. Sometimes they
piled four or five hats on a single check
and redeemed them with single dime.
The concessionaires, who pay large sums
for the hat-checking privileges would
look over the dining rooms. filled with
prosperous men who obviously owned
hats. and reach a liberal estimate Of
the days profits. But the dimes did not
come in. Toward the end of the affair
each hat stand was watched continu-
ousy by man whose heart was break
ing.
OF more interest is Earl CarroIls
tribute to Broadway. He has been
Do CT n II TnYlC
to the distaste of mothers who do not
care to have his invitation radioed to
their darling daughters.
Why not employ the chorus girl:
now on Broadway" he was asked.
Il want fresh girls" he said. Girls
age in a few weeks on Broadway"
In selecting them, he said. he pick
ed the girls with good figures first
The faces mattered little, because the
faces can be done over. Merit
doesn't count at all.
He was lonesome, he said. So he
sat in a scented. dim-lighted, odd
colored cabaret hoping for company.
From time to time he displayed his
two platinum TASKS. Each was about
the size of a gasoline tank. and eacn
was taStefully adorned with ara
| besques of the cheaper metal. gold.
| He jingled with a spoon upon the
glassware. When the waiter came
| playing a roll of yellowbacks about
the size of an ankle. The entire
strength of the company admired him.
| He set his table with bottle of wine
and various boxes of expensive ciga-
| rettes.
whats the best you've got to eat?"
he asked. loudly. Bring me lot OF
it. No matter what it costs. I want
the best"
OF course he got the company he
craved. A large, brass-haired. agate
eyed horse. She had been pony
bcame fashionable.
A typical New Yorker, you say"
Not on your jasper earrings. He
came from the west. And he wasn't
typical westerner. either.
Capt. Keith Caldwell, game warden
of Kenya Colony. on the east coast
Of Africa. about the size of super
heavyweight wrestler ;aas. killer Killer ,oss OF
of a region containing 100000 square
miles, came to New York recently.
Il say" said he at the intersection
of Broadway and Forty-second street.
A traffic cop heard him. 1t isn't hard
to hear Capt Caldwell's voice.
"Come here" he said.
He spoke as one having authority.
The copper held up his hand, stopped
traffic and approached the big man on
the curb.
Guide me across this Internal
street." said Capt. Caldwell. I'm
afraid of the cars"
New things in New York.
Traffic lights on Broadway. No
| room there for traffic towers.
Collapsible tunnels. which fold to
the size of thin watch, for filling
vest-pocket TASKS.
One-man pews in the places where
you have your shoes fixed while you
wait. Great comfort to those who