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WHO'S WHO IM HEW YORK'S BOHEMIA
Thi? it Polly, the pioneer who brought life to the Sadakk hi H?rtm?n, htlf Germ?n, half .lapanete. (Twiatiue, wko laoln like ? V'tlhyrie und rnoltt George Rnlier, the lortoite-ihelled end very Greenwich Village that it the Bohemin of Amenta litterateur and nutra hut, Imane an?i ???>tir. at an angel ili.mlil. amialil?. holt. IsmAoo Horion, Po..e.?or of ? leopard ?kin, Uui?, owner of the haunt for thiriy-thir, ?V coat and f-me a? "Dame Rogue." I'" Villager?. Here, Recorded in Word and Pict? ure,, Are the Places Where Real and Woula-be Artists, Writers, Poets and Radicals Congre? gate and Their Claims to Distinction. By Sarah Addinoton. Sketches b\ Ethel Plummer. THEN Greenwich Village cats, as when ' Greenwich Village pair.ts or Wl ?ten it forsakes the mad_..?g cro-* ers its own people and does its d n.'.r.g tt its very own fashion. There is Polly's. stance, and Louis's and the Dutch C-.e "My dear," Bald a Bronx lady to me ORKt "you really must see these places'. R_thc7 awful, you know, without tablecloths. _ girls fan smocks, but int'resting. I ?tool my cousin from Cincinnati there orve; she wanted to write a paper on Bohemia" But it is only one Bronx lady out of perhaps, that really has witnessed Greenwich Village at its dinner. The rest o: The Bronx and all of Cincinnati, when see.r.g New York by night, believe implicitly the personal con? ductor when he waves an arm at a brightly lighted Sixth Avenue rcstaurar.t an.i bawls, "The Cat? Pantheon of New Yawk!" They nudge each other at that rapturous rr.077.er.: and whisper eagerly: The Latin Quarter, rr.y dear. Where the Bohemians eat, you know." And never dream, as they relate the exciting episode to enthralled listeners, that brightly lighted restaurants on the broad highways are exactly where "Bohemians" do not eat. And never know until their day of demise that Bo? hemia is at that same dinner hour tucked away in a little cubby on West Fourth _treet, din? ing joyously on Polly's Hungarian goulash or is gathered around Lcuis's new painted tables, revelling In pot roast. And Greenwich Village, even as the Bronx lady saw it, is a bit different these days. For the artist colony of America, once just New York ese. is feeling the invasion of the war-scattered artists from other worlds. Greenwich Village is learning new lessons from old masters, tak? ing on the tone of original Bohemia, acquir? ing the polish of European culture and even talking French. You see a new face at Polly's, ask who it is and learn that it is Picabia, the Spanish modernist, who packed his drawings in a suitcase, left Paris and settled his hand? some self as a villager. Or at the La Fayette a fine young Belgian is brought to your table, and while you admire his courtiiness some? body else tells you that under tnose gentle \\ ?aaarg] tu - i ?> - '?*? ? ?? ?"*' .... ?< *,-?.'. 1 , ?,? .*. .- '.? -. - . - .- - -,.-! ?-7 Sa:--:? \ . ko r. u?;?, dra***3t st. hi? . .?-?e ...-7 '. .--ei l.ev.n - . ??'.??? .? ? ?*??? ?ame ?'ei nei wirh ?*-*?.*-?.? tSM A * I : Ver? Fit K *or. To the*e Greerw.?. VUlaf?*, m BO?*rt?>tM *? exteriiT*.-; a ?*- If saji :?\?. . . BOgsaccd L? 1 sad the 1 .?*-?*-. arc gatr* | - - mi . ??-?. Pc'..ys~ Ltl ?5 if : - Oh yes, the re?:aura7?: ?a ?-. dis I ' i ' '*'? '- <** a" i :.-.e greer*. ?saDs i-i ??5. |ht as , 1 -,. Yes. atad tfas r'? ** i ?-*.i Gr.:?? '7- - ? --- 1 aro? sjsd Miks ?m wi.ter B*M. languish:*-, g ?.:-? ? - a-: ra 7-.? --.s-?. legs. ar.i Peggy "..-..-.s a, -?-i. lad now ani then a gr-- - ; are; aoa? s - 1 - borbed ha:r. Felly's, where Greer.-*..h Vil? lagers ga:h-r M such ?aWBM I y that the gr ?-* ? - ,? -- i'oily's, where cor.versario*. ar.i food and cigarettes ata ??ease a fabt if a rather _.-?'.. pattern to the BTSOB taha .?. mere.y seeing the process. And Polly's, where Po ly herself presides an i ?? - er sweet ?.??;-..te face very patittat ar.i ?ere_e, though 'she's an an ar.-r.ist. my dear," as ?M BfOtU lady ence said, "and Ukely to put a bomb m your pudding." Yes. this :s Polly's, not so horrible as the Bronx lady depicts nor so standardized as modern fiction would have you think. And now thar Craana?cfa Village has taken on the responsibility of international Bohemianism, Greer.wKh Vi.lage's gathering places cannot be passed by with a shrug. I would do a bit of Investigating therefore. Yet, somehow, you don't investigate Green? wich Village. It investigates you. You sit huddled in a corner and peep around watch? fully or you fling yourself nonchalantly down, but no matter which pose you assume you're always a new one, and everybody knows it. They try you out, I cay. "How do you like the green walls?" they asked me. I didn't know whether the answer was ye? Al Louie'i: M-rjorie Bevanl, ortlit and village beauly; ' liinij-ta?, liar hopeful, "Eddie" Good? man, rei,,r,n?.'<le tot Um WrOcfc-BftOO BejOksra Playera; Lucy Hullak.r, who guid?t their publicity detliniei and Daity / lioiw.fion, newly RHO-? il.oplteeper. An Apostrophe to Greenwich Vil!.i?e II. I.ultlii II. un?. tik'l I ??/ill \ tt I \t,l ' A iri'iirtll, It? the mit! A o ?' /.. r / mi tit ? nnsltuillv . h.tii.riit,/ men iitd awnta* fknl /i*???' - ,>m*i Bt tiste ? futur? "?"' Wm ?fu lof? d OBtttOt '"?/ ."' /'? II ' . ?/if? wmrahl? iltr hlfltOt? l?tenla, < OBttB?tl} Im/Ulm/ Srl?fO? iii'itt Ott? ItlUtlun ta ?toother, not imlnliiu the mini Ihml ?mrr* I hi-It tOB?% ?ml thai i. ijkrown nff#i tt',-i't limit mil eitie* nk'i i S WICH vat \<ii < if<iui,r r,/ tmlmt? ? ?in.f.* ??.?. .' i.? .' ?> .' ?.i tht .tinte, hsiil. irttllilli tsniltl, l mi /./ .1 ... numl nl ?rii-.tllon t fit '... ? .. . /i .< iotlmu itie.tk /in./ ill f?ir/i //lef BttttOht Ihr ilr-ltr to *.,?*? ,.,/./,!? i . < (..?I tik'l I \W It It VILI.AOBI I* Ir, f r omine ? latir'l .'?.*i /< ii.i.i. ?iirr?* tmeimmo? sir tounn?ero? ?m? tortmmot ?.. ..,''./? /'?ss i'ictntl ami tUttUtUt ??! In II m?e autlrn'1 Wttoeo I <-?- i" In 'In* it iinlallmi el. incut Ot I BO WBtl? WBUf? BUB i ,, ..... ? ? Imtm ?yttomtt thot will ho ovortUiowm tm?mtmrrmu lh.il t* ill lint Ihc uni Inmicl ? IBS ??r???li??ht . . tlV..'l|? t? ? r r.f?'.:!ig ret?a ? ? - ? ' 'vaest form of aril - OrOi always rs '.'. It are 3 ? eyed youth, -gh. - t i truthfully. "Yo'_' - * Bu? I - .ruerning the ;- - ? everybody I saw a r. i i ? i ? ttle some | in the world. "That's ?. - - s,' you know," 'hey, or, "8 I I, the press agent of the Was! 1rs I'i.iyers. I ? a ',;.., I, an attist, iiiaeparalde i hum of il. I favorite ?rlial, 1 it tie? Clara Tice, ah? .1 : lir p.intiei, black cata and Conntoi Uian nude?. vuturistic muM'ian he. Motion picture ac? tress." Bernard Gallant, the (at limed Carranza pre s agent, was ?here aft? a ?.ittin? for Ida Rauh's sculptoring hand. D<SBM Rogue (Mrs. All-.-n Hotton) sal 7ie.?:t to him. the lady with the leopard slit: .oat ind t)*.e 'arge, sweeping hat. And at her elbow the Japane-e German Sddakichi Hartmann, who wines beautifully and paints badly, they say. In hopped Clara Tice, ?ein, little, sharp featured Clara Tice, with her uneven bangs and her six-inch pantalettes, talking in her ;.dive, husky little voice to the curly-haired y from "Harper's ?'a/ar." Awfully busy with prune win;, was Hamilton King, big and blond, and engaged in the business of press agenting for the Amen?.an Defence Society. One of the youngsters with short hair and a childish face was a clever young artist, Fran? ces Gifford; another one in a middy blouse kissed Polly and went over to talk to pictorial Crystal Eastman Benedict in a coral colored gown. A young french girl, Ren? La Coste, stood talking by our table, her poised cigaietto and the droop of her black velvet tam-o' shanter graceful silhouettes against the unflat? tering background of green walls in the afore? mentioned unllatter'tig gaslight. "Ke, fi, fo, fum. I smell soup," declared a hungry youth, who makes DO Mets by day, but disports himself with vegetable admixtures by night apparently. "And yum, yum, I believe there's goulash," responded a girl at the table. "Let's play wiggle waggle," begged Norman J.nobson, thrusting a half finished, snakish drawing in ftont o? her who would delve joy? ously into stulfeil tomatoes. "Well, goodby; we'te oft to the opera," iallc'1 a detiattm^ ? i?i-....,| Why didn't somcUm*? talk voitiustkally so Wf I ? '.il ' - '*? ta"1' le" '/ Well "Why, I am a? - ? .list' announced a lady calmly Across the room ?at a Sarr. Berne I I ing clot* es and a pe! tS '? ttls > - ' e 1 ? hin They peered around and wh ? - ? to each other; they were ?-eeir.g the Lat?a Quarter. Somebody o'fered her a <.;ga:ev? with WKked intention, of course, and 6he Mushed and dropped it But they stuck it out and wen? away fluche?! and excited with the stimulus of Bohemia. "It's I e a visit to the roo for them." re marked a little wcman in a green sweater. wi I liter ward admitted that she was from Cyathiaaa, Ky, though she is spending her da?/! now at the Modern Art School, Washing? ton Square. New York City. George Baker strolled up. shook hands, recommended the liver and onions ard began to talk. "You know," he asked p] lintively and proud? !y, "who runs this place? Mike. And Pop, the dishwasher. I wanted a 'bus boy, and got one, but Mike ran him off. Said he was in his ??/ay. Mike doesn't get fussed, you know, until the number gets above the 120 mark. And Pop, ach! If I leave cigars out overnight accidentally there's the deuce to pay next lay. German efficiency, you see. Want to see the cleanest kitchen in Greenwich Village?" I did. And not only were there scrubbed tables and a grinning Pop and hot soapsuds to cheer, but, sweetest touch of all, a nicely spread out Tribune on the kit*, hen stove, winch is one way of filing an immortal newspaper, perhaps. And one way of getting rid of it, suggested somebody at my elbow rudely And every now and then, painted directly Il l.lnr Edward?, lb?- iiiiiilinilxiii who car. I. anywhere and avarywker?. The War Has Brought Fortune and Foreign Artists and Much At? mosphere to Greenwich Vil? lage, Though It Scorns Mili? tarism and Lives, Works and Laughs in its Own Way. We here ROVO the honor?and ?>? .t i: ?of intr?>ducit*B l.i'.f, -..-.itei exti-oi dir.-ry. who rule* tiineti at "Polly's." on ?the 1. hen emit, there in h Modernist pict? ure to inspire the cooking of food for Modern vrs. i snpponn. Polly has a brother. Louis, who said to him? self two weeks ago that he, too, would start a restaurant. Too many tourists at Polly's, too many New York University girls for lunch? eon there. So the basement of 60 Washington Square Booth was taken, painted lavender, yel? low and blue, with two touches of red and an : chair, and food prepared very, very much like Polly'., food. Greenwich Vil? lage came flocking. It looks very different from Polly's, for Louis has used color and contrast and dimmed lights, while Polly has green and white pale? ness. Louis ha I a little piano room, too, mostly red. where cards and coffee and cigarettes hold forth. Polly's card room is again less colorful. Baby Bevans was the ?.entre of attraction at Louie s that night. He is a round little tangle headed, lustrous-eyed baby, who climbs around his artist father and mother and shakes hands with perfect strangers with equal unconscious M Everyuo.ly was promising him some th'tig?candy, a lesson in turkey trotting, a tea ?JMUtJI at the I.a Fayette, anything a Greenwich Village baby could want. He stated that he Thia w? ?ui|inl !.. b? i?"? arliat. Ken? La Coat??, one o? llie \ ill?*.? a tiaed and ?cry beautiful lim. preferred candy to any' . -' - -'-?e wot H'.rr.pus Bevar.s *?s so far ru.-.r.-n ; acconli ?o form. "He's the Greenwich Village Labjr, ?? ,. e.- e? Virginia Forren of moti ISSOO "must have everything L'. - " -?* ? irl bey? * ? Valkyr * . r - e "...-. a - - .; Baay e poca ?i?rpan*ia. Than usan . ?? . n C passai, a*i?A attadbraad ; * ? :.-.e Brot *..:.*-. -.??-. : j -*o: o - c might -f. re. Ths Li ersl Club it baa ? -;-, Engiis roa Paris, v*'re7e Mr. Troffo: -. . | . :e Arid . * -ai Qsb i ?. i _*.-. Ce* yel-A llld ** .1. what i Dl C-.?.7T7 Z'lit I v --;. I omomms W? Vg Loewer.>. th-* ?prc^.-.e*.:. and S. Ri ?*_, t--.e Jew.?.*?. j\ ark Twa.r.. .-...e.t :he;e ?s a lai I accurate Bf -^.7-g "'Lierai Club .'*. I I M Friends Gn.y." wc v.a. tad dsate srooad, aad the dob er? ei lently libe*i gh to stand :cr even that. 7 * ? o*.? of yo-r.g girii there Bi rice a Na? and P??u..ne and Elaine. e\ ? .:*.gingm? snd nobo-;- : e i Hag ex Dg ' Down s. ' a ? ? ., ' Thii dul was ?oo tame that night 0:*. to other ml more sir.sat:onal re- . Bur all yoor per.. tan sewi New York tOtn ntrary tl".?> is g Greenwici Village prover? ':' ?id *?*"? ? ??> aro**?. foor West Tenth Street ie ?ulisafjli ?llote .?el by O. Heary. m .?-piteei ?;s red hiici. trails tr 7-71 thebs??* cony, painted hoi *es' hca I red Cl* [ornia wme, is *ust a restaurant, full ot Colo? bil studer.ts and near-? . And it* brother, at ?4 West Llevi. - en a little less artistique; you ctten see traveling sale* men there, and always .1 : in :ly irom New Jer? sey, who are looking for si *'e I Greenwich Village ever ?; oup. ?***' dine, spaghetti, salad scr.e-, -c r-. c 1 by an An? tonio, it has stopped. It Gieen?v...i Villagi ever d,d gaze entranced u; ? n t.-.e -nojndmgi of Anierii laiacd Italy. ?: eyei ITS ESSm away now. I'or Qraeaarich Village ?s eaung all to itself in little tntbby h '--e m**ia thoroughfare, where Huagarian goulash i? m vored with friendly converge sn 1 ; ot roast c*i the added spice of modem art a:iJ treib idea?. Where people dress as they Rke, too and leavi off their white gloves and say what they plea** without conversational gloves And where the art world of Paris has Do ed re ?ting tin new Latin Quarter?the I...tin Quarter d America, the resurrected Bo.. Mary Myer, Javan?|B?>#?aritaneie and CSi?-*?*? who entered the ViH?t*;e'? arutmracy ?? ? "*' ?igner of P?vlowa clothe?. Peggy John?, ** trtitt cetl i? '* gcnue role* '" ** Quartier.