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THE SUN, SUNDAY, DECEMBER 16, 1917.
STRANGE EYES VIEW GREENWICH VILLAGE WITH GREAT By CHLOE ARNOLD. GREENWICH VILLAGE has that dilapidated appearnnoe without which thero Is no real comfort. This la because It lies In a qunlnt old part of town which some how manages to retain a reposeful air ef faded gentility. For the still Ufa of the place la Ideal but there la so little c.f It! Moit of the Village huddle about Wellington and Sheridan squares, to the south and west, taking frcakUh Bights to Charlton street, via Mae eougal, and halting on account of the turbid, workaday tide, at Fourteenth street. Though as fur as the real utate agent Is concernod, any place In New York Is Greenwich Village so long as the patron does not Insist that ho Is In Brooklyn or The Bronx, say. Without mi adequate excuse It would lo ridiculous to think that a person from South Haven, Kan., could despoil the village of all Its truths and present them for public enlightenment the next day. It would take years of the Infernal Industry of a Balzac to do the subject Justice. But If you nro disappointed In what you find here It la doubtless because George Middle ton, who showed the sights to these new eyes. Is only a civilian, nud he wears allocs Instead cf sandals. Now the Village has all manner of utilitarian Institutions: grocery stores, photograph galleries, little shops, a bank, a church, a hospital, a Jail, res taurants, nnd a newspaper called the Quill. It Is In thin medium for public utteranco that one gains courage for presenting a one night stand of tho Village. For In his great column Bobby Hdwards excuses persons Whu futs around nnd experiment. A word about the QuUI. It Is the current newspaper of . the locality (thirty-two pages for December: It's published every month). The editor Is Arthur II. Moss, who Is aided by a foursome each of contributing editors on art and literature. Before we hasten on to the people lt us examine a poem In tho current number of the Quill. If you are at all fympathetlc you will understand the -Lord, more poetry!" attitude of rep utablo editors: FAIRY TALE. BT MAXWELL DODKNIIIIM. A twig, like a drooping gray wrist. Is tipped by a frightened rose, Kear by stands a gravely scarfed breese. II loes the Irlgntenea rose, ana irom his lips Drift pipings, like speaking tendrils of mist. Ths rose talks to the breeze: "I strain from my twig, but it holds me. Gravely scarfed breeie, blow against uia And swing me over the garden walls To the wavering Hps of dark blue shadows." The old breeze answers: 1 shall spring into the dark blue shad ew's lips And, braided to silence between them, wave to you. Then wrench yourself free." Ths frightened rose hung Ms head, Be knew he could fling himself over the wall. But something held him and he some how felt That the old breeze knew of It Greenwich Bolshevtkl and Others, Now, then, If any man would take himself to a community In which h can order wood and be burning It lr fire minutes; where food Is still rea sonable In price; where he can fsSuse himself by watching his neighbors i banish the "poor, weary convention alities" of life, and where he may ex ptct his landlord to give warning of higher rents every now and then, let Urn move to Greenwich Village. Politically the Village has as many fictions ns present Russia. The Bol ahevikl consist of men with long hair and women with short hair. The men excuse their peculiarities In this re spect by mentioning Samson and Mlrabcau, whereas the women find their authority In that celebrated lock breaker, Mistress Irene Castle. People are so Industriously Being Themsrtves that they are hard put to It to be anything else; If you do not belong to the Bolshevik! thero's no of fence taken. For the Maximalists here write good books, paint good pic tures and go about the art of life rcostly In a quiet manner. Repair to any one of the numerous restaurants at a certain time of eve sing and you may see for yourself the violence done to personal dignity and common sense by a band of oddly habited mon and women who are bent n being a bit different But here's the guide, all overcoated FAMOUS By JANE DIXON. FAMOUS sleeping places In and about New York. The same good friend, F. CTC, "ho suggested the famous trystlng rlacs outburst sent along this one ar.ent the sleeps. Even If his last Initials were not separated by an apostrophe yon might guess be was Irish, it takes some one born to the shamrock to get the proper angle of humor and pathos, too, on the big (own. There must have been a whole flock of shamrocks present at P. O'Ci birth. Anyway, It was he who called at tention to the very obvious fact that New York does not sink Its super structure into a feather pillow overy time It lays Itself down to sleep. Far from It. It takes It sleep where It fts It, the sane as Mr. Kipling wrote about fun. Any tun tt sees a chance to snatch forty winks on the aide it throws aside the conventions of the most popular of pastimes and goes to pounding the hay. "What made- m think et It," said the bright young story suggeater, as this: I went to bbovI tho other evening. It was tho kind of picture that in the technical tarsal of the trade Is known a a thriller. Tho director who was turning out thla Wt of photographic art knew If ho let three minutes elapse without murder those scenes would bo cut out id he wasnt taking any c nan sea of wasting nun. "It was just as tho here was fall irg lo.oeo feet from an airplane and setting rtadr to. 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And presently you will know if th(s spot Is a geographical locality, a crisis In people's lives, or only, as some say, a state of mind, remarkable for long hair and high rents. With perhaps a few "deft touches" which the critic speaks of. It was a gusty December evening quitting time for some, tea time for ethers. And If anybody was Interested In the quiet delight of a city sunset one might say that a few mauve clouds edged with silver drifted above the church at the south of Washington Square. And that the lighted cross was softened and blended with the OLD SAND MAN HITS NEW Ing off surplus steam. Tho noise came from a point directly In front of me. I looked closer. "The upper half of a bald spot was discernible above the back of the seat. It was reposing lightly on the shoulder of a man to the right, who seemed to regard It with high dis favor. Every now and then this sec ond man would hunch away from the bald spot, leaving It temporarily sus pended In air. But only temporarily. Eventually It found Its way back to the shoulder. "After a while the second man grew tired of his role of chief support to a haymaker. He gathered his hat up off the floor and paged the nearest exit. Did this Interrupt the snorefest being given by the owner of the bald spot? Only lost a bar or so. The minute he found himself shy of sup port he lurched heavily to the other aide of his seat and deposited hla bean on the abutting shoulder. Woman's Wrath Vala. The shoulder happened to be tho property of a fat. woman. who had been a-ettlnc tinder everybody's akin by roadlna- the, sub-titles so the folks five rows away could hear them. You know tho sort I mean. Well, being a headrest stopped her. "She was so mad you could hear her slxile. She reached over and gave what was under that bald spot a shovo that ouaht to have, pushed it oft Its shoulders. Then she got up and blew the "works right when the heavy was getting ready to throw the baby oou through a twenty-second story win dow." . . 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Addresses are always difficult to find In Greenwich Village. Just as you 'hlnk you are hopelessly lost In Sixth avenue trolley cars and scenery too realistic to be Interesting you apply to a dapper policeman. He has a definite clue about how to reach 158 Waverley place. He points out a row of One old brownstone houses at the left. In one of these (and In the middle of the Village) George Mlddleton, author of "Polly With a Past," Uvea. Whlln we have an opportunity we may as well look at a typical house of that section. In this particular one you whistle and wait for Katie, who Is not on overworked pleasantry but the per son who controls the destiny of the Mlddleton household. In short, she's the cook. neatly Into his 15 cents worth of space. ' By the time the hero took bany oou Into his arms for a fadeaway he was snoring In high C and the exhaust sounded like a siren horn with a cold In Its head." Another true story Is of a news paper man who has pitched his tent In a .nearby suburb. He works on one of' the early shifts, which means his day of honest toll Is finished about S o'clock In the afternoon. The train which trundles him to the outskirts leaves the New York station some time after 4. He has formed the habit of dropping Into a handy moving picture theatre for an hour's quiet nap after his work la done. By crossing with silver the palm of the girl who guides folks down the long dark passageways he has gained a faithful little alarm clock who awakens htm Just in time for a quick getaway and a speedy Journey to the gate where a guard In blue de mands a passport In the shape of a well perforated commutation ticket. "Where you golngr asked a fel low typewriter tickler as the two emerged after a close tussle with the dally news. "I'm going to drop over to tt movies." was the reply. "Are you. a picture fanr evincing surprise. "No, man, but I do like my sleep.' Movies for Naps. Observe for yourself. A hasty glance around any cinema theatre win con' vlnce you that for sleeping accommo dations the movies cannot be beaten What though the battle rages on the 'screen: what though ships go down, buildings blaze, hapless, helpless ladles ara nuahsd over steep dim. uttie ohil area aro torn rrom mo arms 01 their parepta,. villainy flourishes, love culvers under trie lasn, nonor Mies uungs VILLAGE STUDIO. There are two cards nt the whistle, Fola La i'ollette and Geurgu MHuli- ton. According to equity and the Con stitution, Fola La l'olletto Is Mis. George Mlddleton. Uut uhe Is an actress, a lecturer, a suffraglxt, hence Miss La Follctte. But wo must hnsti-n on. The drawing room Is also a study, with great mirrors, a luxurious divan and a fireplace. For Miss La Follette maintains an office nnd Mr. Mlddleton writes here when the humor strikes him. Which la usually at night, from 8 o'clock on. But by this time he has donned his overcoat, and Is ready to set out on a tour of the Village. It was while crossing Sheridan Square that he was trapped Into a confession: "I am leading a double life," he commenced. "See there, that's the Greenwich Village theatre; looks fine and new, doesn't it?" Which shows that In the true tourist's spirit he wanted to Jump from one point of Interest to another. But while admlr- happen and a lot of others only con- cclvablo to the mind of a movie maker? Such trifling events need not disturb the peaceful dreams of tho sleep snatcher. The only thing that could trouble him would be a hostile Zeppelin sailing over the city and dropping a package of high explosive bombs In his lap. You will see them thickest In the uptown movies any evening the tired business men. Hubby no more than gets settled In his' easy chair after surrounding a triple helping of roast beef with trimmings than the wife be gins to set up a whine about how she has been shut up in the house all diry. He knows his cue. "Where would you like to go, dearT" he groans. 'Oh. I suppose we might as well go to the movies. I don't know where elso we could go." "All right, uet on your bonnet." As a matter of faot hubby would much prefer to doze there In the old arm chair, but rather than disturb the even course of the homo life he con sents to a nap In the fairly comfort able Quarters offered by the nearest moving picture management. Outside of an occasional Jab in the ntxi wnen his sleep becomes aggressively audi ble he mows considerable hay. Subway trains are favored haunts for a cssual knitting up of the ravelled sleavo of care. A man with a sound nervous system can do considerable knitting between Brooklyn Bridge and The Bronx. If he has nxea nis norm die so that he has to change from exnreas to local or from local to ex press his slumbers may be Interrupted, but not for long. After a few weeks of practice he gets so he can make the chance in ma sleep. Tnis prar.uoe ac counts for a few of the gentlemen who hunch over double sitting space while women swing perilously from the .traps w nii k w. he broke off. "You couldn't possibly be with anybody who knows less 'of the Village than I do." (He was look ing for a certain tea room.) "Though I do love this old part of town and wouldn't live In any other." But. ah, here It Is. tho Mad Hatter's, down the Uabbtt Hole, through the Looking Glass, nnd across Sixth ave nue, ns It were. And a very low place down In a cellar. In fact. "Now," Mr. Mlddleton seld, apolo getically, "this may not be charac teristic of Greenwich Village. You see, we usually dine at homo; we have an excellent cook. But It looks In teresting." After all. It Is rather nice to have such a place r.ear ono's house. It makes tea available. Just as Mrs. Gamp would have cln, so one can put one's Hps to It when so "disposed." in this place the furniture Is wicker. There's a funny old fireplace in the centre of the room, and llbwal , quotations from "Alice In Wonder land" arc on the walls. Mine host Is a woman, but what can you ex pect In these days of feminism? She comes to Inquire how you do, and to take your order for tea and cakes, or perhnps.lt's crumpets. And while you sit there In the cosey car.dle light, you feel that there are Inns still, even If some of them have taken to cellars to escape from their natural enemies, the rich. Just as fearful Kansans retreat from an ap proaching tornado. On the other side of the fireplace one discovered certain persons In vel vet caps and ditto smocks. They were drinking tea and talking in sub dued tones. "I do not know them," Mr. Middle ton Mil3, "possibly somebody from The Bronx, as that's where they get YORKERS 'I've been living up In 190th street,"' said a man whose favorite god Is Mor pheus. "Nice up there, but I've de cided I have to move further down town." "Why?" was asked. "Because no mattor what time I start home at night I never get there until morning." "How's thatr. "Well, you know how it is with me. I get through with my work around 11. Then I drop In some place for a bite or a nip or a congenial half hour. I get a subway train at Times Square. It ta k os me an average of three sec onds after I get aboard to hit the hay. Four times last week I spent the rest of the night shooting back and forth bstween Tho Bronx and At lantic avenue, Brooklyn. "When I'd get up to the north ter minal the guard would wake me up and ask me where I wanted to go. I'd tell him and make him promise on tho beard of his grandfather that he would see I got off .at my station. The next I'd hear about It a voice would shout, 'Atlantic avenue.' "Then I'd board another train and get another promise from the guard. Finally, at 6 A. M. or the last epi sode I struck a conscientious guard who In some former existence must havo been a bouncer in a beer hall. He wasn't wearing any kid gloves when ho showed me the door of the train. "He was an awful strong guard. I could feel his persuasive clasp on my arm for days afterward. Luckily I am not a married man. I'd look fine arriving home In the cold gray dawn and handing n hysterical woman a story about spending the night on tho subway. She would probably crown me with a platter and advise me to toll my tale to the Judge. "It certainly is not a story cpleuj' their bohemlan atmosphere down here. Where were we when wo Btopped? Talking about plays, were we not? "You know tho public does not always know a fino thing. 'The Torches' was one of the best plays produced In New York this winter, and It was a flat failure." He would not talk much about tho environment !n which he found him self except to say that all the bo hemlans and civilians there were look ing for truth In their own way. Truth, freedom and a reasonably priced table d'hote may safely be reckoned as the goals toward which all Greenwich Vil lagers, permanent and transient, go. "I "wouldn't," he said, "regard Grcen- wlch Village as nn abstract Latin I Quarter of New York.j But I do con- 1 dder that It is tho certtro of the most . important theatre movement In the country. "Tho Washington Square Players would have located here If they could have found a place nt tho time. They use professional actors and givo the amateurs an opportunity too. But tr.e Provlncetown Players nro pure ama teurs, producing eome of the best plays cf the time." Art and Utility. Just then some of tho velvet clad tea drinkers wero engaging in a spirited argument and Interrupted the lino of thought. At tirst there was a confusion of loud voices. And one ex pected to hear tho clash of steel upon steel, or at the least to see somebody dance upon tho table. But no. Thero were loud calls for a Bible. Any playwright would have enjoyed such a situation. The altercation ap peared to be principally over literature. Quiet was obtained when somebody placed a Bible among the teacups and the chief haranguer set out to prove his point. He read in a pleasant voice the death of Absalom; some passages from Job and the account of the Prodi gal Son. And we left them In amiable conversation. Macdougal street was obscured In a deep twilight, so that It took Mr. Mld dleton some time to find tho house. Just lelow Washington Square and IN MANY lated to keep down the high cost of alimony. Tho funny part of It Is the wholo thing Is perfectly true. I've done it dozens of times. That is why I m tlgurlng on moving within walking distance of the office." The experience of this man may be unusual, but Bclilom do we travel on the subway without seeing a demon stration of the desirability of the trains as sleeping quarters. For the Tired Shopper, There Is the woman who has been shopping all day and Is worn out with me eternal quest of her sex, dnztng fitfully and clutching her few precious packages. Thero is the end seat hog who has Jimmied his way to a corner and now enjoys the. fruits of tho fight, his head lodged comfortably In tho angle of tho side and end. Thero Is tho working girl with nchlng feet drawn instinctively back to avoid tho pain of contact with other feet heed less In their hurry, hovering on tho borderland between tho oblivion of restful slumber and tho unconscious ness of pure fatigue. Across tho aisle Is the corpulent gentleman whose evening allotment of pre-prandial cocktails Is beginning to tell. Ho sleeps shamelessly, with his head wabbling. There Is tho tired youngster who has mnde tho round of the toy shops until small ankles bid fair to snap nnd who now snuggles comfortably In his mother's arms. These aro only a few of tho h-ubway sleepers, tho more obvious of thorn. There Is something In the swift move ment, the sway nnd mvaggnr of New York's land transports which lulls tlie senses. Suburban trains come in for their share of gratitude from a fagged pub lie. Many a commuter has slept bliss fully from New York to Patchogue, L. I., when his ticket called for on exit at Jamaica, Charming Impression Gained in a Tour With Playwright-Resident and Na: tives' Practicality Displayed on your right going down, where the Provlncotown Players have their lit tle theatre It Is on unromantlo house, standing hear a greengrocer', for Greenwich Village demonstrates nothing, per haps, so much as art and Utility going hand In hand. After a moment's ascent of tho winding stairs, the like of which can be found In about every lodging house In old New York, Mr. MJddleton found the custodian of the theatre, or what ever he is called. And In the dim hallway this man, an actor (and a gentleman) found the lights and Il luminated tho old once front drawing room, now the theatre. It is a sort of gray and red com bination, with lights covered with ohoese cloth, like fatr ladles on a motor trip,. The stage Is tiny, and back of the drop one sees all tho prop erties for the evening's performance. nieso are not Just Inanimate- things, painted canvas and the like, but old friends which remind one of Alexandre Dumas the elder, and of Wllhelm Melster and,Capt. Fracasse. Yes, and the parties they used to hare at Mms. Sand's. While looking over these things George Cram Cook came (n Just to make sure that everything was right for the plays that night He Is a typical Villager. Alio Susan Olas pell's husband, and manager (ex of Itcto, anyway) of the Provlncetown Players. Mr. Mlddleton remarked In the best aside manner of the stage that "Sue" (Mrs. Susan Glaspell Cook) Is writing for production In this little theatre somo of the best one act plays of thla or any other time. After some Informal conversation with Mr. Cook, who la one of those gray haired, vital looking, brown eyed men, tho two tourists sought tho l street again "I'll tell you what," Mr. Mlddleton said, "Greenwich Vlllaco Is going to have to move further down town. As It Ih, rents are too high for a good tnanv peoplo who mnde tho place at tractive and talked of. And persons havo como down here to live. They pay a grent deal more rent than tho houses aro worth and more than the rest can afford to pay. Vlllnar Chiirncf rrlatla. "Oh, ab.lut tho people down here. I know somo of theirt very well. A good mfny men and women writing the best books and pnititlng the best pic tures you ste live here. Perhaps there are shams und Insincerity. But every community has that. Some of the freedom may not be that at all. But In most cases tho people are perfectly sincere." At that ho commenced to search for onother place of Interest. "Htre It is," and ho led through n doorway flush with tho street and a threshold over which one. might well stumble. A legend on some boards near the door Informed one that this wns tho "Samovar,'' signifying thnt food for certain times of tho day could STRANGE PLACES An unusual Meeting place of the city Is the Iron gratings close to the. big buildings. Many of these grntlngs nre Just over furnace rooms, whence heat or steam escapes. Wintry wtndi. Zero weather. Slrllng snow. Thin coats buttoned tight to protect and to hide the absenco of garmenturo be neath. Gnaw of hunger. Aloes cf blasted hope. T'mpty pockets. Dank 1 despair. Could ever gilded couch of king or queen he more luxurious to racked body than the Iron slats through which oozo the crumbs of w.irmth from tho blazing fires of suc cess." Small wonder men, yes, and women, too, fight for a berth on tho sidewalk gratings on cold winter nlght.s. "In case you use this tip about fa mous sleeping places of New York don overlook tho blx day bicycle races," warned F. O'C. He la firm In tho opinion that on a busy night dur ing tho rprinting season Maillson Square Garden accommodates as many guests as one ot our major hotels, "The only thing that will wake these hay hounds up Is 11 sprint," continues my informant. "They seem to know Instinctively when there is going to be n brush down on the tracks. You will i-ce them Jump to their feet wide nwnko, fan for their favorite, nnd when j tho sprint slows down, mbslile Into 1 their heats and go on snoring as If ' nothing had ever happened. ' "Yes, tho six, day races aro a great metropolitan institution. They give many n rounder a chance to get his annual forty winks," Park benches. What would tha other half do without them',1 Tho policeman with tho stnllo crinkles nt tho corners of his eyes knows the full measure of their value, lie can toll you, If he will or dares, how often 1 has turned his back in FAVOR be obtained by crossing a court, going up a ekcloton stairway and presenting tho usual articles of faith necessary to partaking of food in a New York restaurant. 1 Wo did not venture to tost out the announcement, but paused for a mo ment in tho dark, where there was-ft clothesline wearing cither a makeupvor tho family washing. There was riotB lng to Indicate which. ' Wo wero again In Sheridan Square. It is pleasant to contemplate tr) aspect of that square, with Its quiet, tho low house nil huddled together and somo of tho faded roughnesses glassed over with brilliant blue arid red and green paint. Thero's tho Treasuro Box, Don Dlrkcrman's; 'tho Flower Shop, nnd everything "quaint and lovely." Though In enumerating tho flno things of the nquare.'one would speak of the Mlenlld elm tree which stands nt tho Junction of the streete, ns If It would mako off could It dectdo Just which thoroughfare to take. , . Like the rest of the town, Greenwich Village hns n subway, which has loft a dreary wasto down miles of street. But for all that, the Greenwich Vil lago Theatre Khlncs with undlmmott luntro on the landscape. "At that theatre," Mr. Mlddloton said, "they aro giving 'Efficiency,' an excellently wrought ipluy from the hands of Robert II. Davis. If I were as good an editor as Mr. Davis Is.' I i don't think I'd write any plays." It Is a htrango thing that philoso phers In tho Village or out of It have never hit upon this odd truth: Peo ple always want to bo something thoy are not. An editor wants to write a play, nnd does: a playwright wants to bo an editor. 5 (Although It is taking you Into cva fldenco considerably, Mr. Davis, saya that his fcole and unattainable ambi tion Is to ride around on a tire engine at full sliced, and that he'd never have) time to stop for the fire.) 4 Now, Polly with a repast was .just around tho corner. But before going there the guide must point out a few more places of Interest: On Macdou gal street the Lmtch Oven, u, story or so above which the Liberal Club holds forth. This may account for some-. of tho half baked notions of that organi zation; while on Washington Square Is the Purple Pup, a mongrel brcdby free thinking and soft drinks. Judging from the limousines halted on the curb In the vicinity of Pollyls, many a RIverMde-drlver must have ben present. Mr. Mlddleton most te rlously rocommends the food there. But food was not our motive. Jio Admlttunre. In the basement tome Bort of club was In secret session. Some tourists made ineffectual attempts to get Jn. They were all but disheartened when r young man hurried up, gave a mys terious tap and the door opened, giving him a chance to greet "George." AAt which the tourists rushed up football lshly. "George, wc want to come In too," they paid. x But for all hla bohemlan nppoaranua "George" was not one to soften to.such advances, ills eyes blazed unde,r his great horn spectacles nnd his long, crisp black hair nroie In Indignation. "You aro not incinhahs, I believe?" ho said In a cold, Harvard manner. i the door upon their curiosity Almost always, tho guide cald, you can seo a studious looking young man carrying his ukelele In hand. This Is Hobby 1-Mwards, mentioned before, On occasion he sing"? "one about yio Village. Singing, making ukelelea and lending color and emotion to bohemlan scenes, with an occasional devotion to the pen, aro Kdwards's interests. Thought life cannot be entirely con ducted on these principles. So he sells fcongs and photographs. Tho tour must etui nt 15S Waverley place so that Mr. Mlddleton, who en tertains most ntniablo feelings toward his neighbors, few of whom ho knows at all, can devote himself to the new plays ho Is writing with Guy Boltpn. Here Is one Village truth: Same down there are operating on a flvo mile front. The ensemble of free Ideas, strange appearance and curious man ners has a sort of desperation which resembles Montmartre in no particular. But as the eldor Wellcr might say, "Vothcr It's worth while goln" through so much to learn so little, as the char ity boy said ven ho got to the end of tho alphabet. Is a matter of tasto. I royther think It Isn't." order that a drifter may sink for a time Into sleep. Not all of those who nccept tho hos pitality of the city by putting up on its park benches havo been handed tho knockout blow. Somo of them havo experienced no more In the" bout for fame and fortuno than a short Jab or n right to tho Jaw Others liavn only started to try tr scrape up an ac quaintance with tho flcklo dame and the golden wreath. One of tho most expensive of New York's sleeping places M tho Metro politan Opera. Thero are per.'-onn who cannot but becomo drows) under thu Intluenco of music. "I Mept fifteen dollars right Into nothingness last night." confessed 1 regular operagoer. "But I do not re gret tho money. Whenever I fed my, nerves beginning to Hiinp I buy my self a comfortnble. seat nt tho Metro politan. Tho music Is like a power ful sedative. I awaken a new man." Thero was a man back in our town whoso favorite sleeping place was thu weather beaten old Indian In front of our principal cigar store. His happi ness was to lean against tho worthy, warrior for houri nt n time, so deep in slumber it tool; t-evernl whacks on tho back to rouse him. Tho man back in "ur town line Ills counterpart here in Ni w York. When necessity calls anything answers. A hallway, tho steps of n church or cliool, a cab, tho sldo of n building, an nrenway, the dressing room couch In a restaurant, tho walling room of a hotel, a basement, u ioof. And byi the way, tho waiting vomm of rail way stations dn not suffer from un popularity, being us tlic fii-r rorc i snookeries. New Yoik'a Sand Man la uol i,ic Ocular. To hint a sleep is a sleep, r, gardless of its Retting. And by thu way, how about a little sl'jeta.