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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 12, 1924)
I, THE KING I By WAY LAND WELLS WILLIAMS. (Copyright, 1»24. > ---- (Continued from Tuuterdnj.) 3. He was proud, and hated to b* humiliated. 4. He was orderly, and hated dtsor derllness. The more particular considerations are; 1. He was half dead from lack ol eleep, he had a bursting head and joints that fairly screamed when he moved. 2. He had been drunk for thirty-six hours, brutally and bestially drunk, as he had never been before' or dreamed of being. 3. He had disgraced himself a. As a Yale graduate. b. As a king. c. As himself. 4. He had fallen drunk and asleep on a woman’s doorstep, and she hud kicked him off It, as lie deserved to be. Moreover she had lashed him with words, and some of the words she used were the very ones he him self had flung at the most disgusting creature he had ever beheld, Masson struggling with the two women. 5. A young milkman had picked him up when he had fallen to his lowest depth, doing all that could have been done; and that prompt spontaneous charity was the most sublime and the most awful thing he had ever known. In short, the Secret Kingdom had fallen. There was no doulit of it this time; government, responsibility, con trol, honor, self-respect, all were lost. The remains had been dumped into a trolley car by a milkman and given a dime to ride home with. The remains dumped themselves out of the car at the Green and stag gered to a room on the Campus. It was unbelievable that he could ever again, but as soon as he saw his bed he flung himself on It. and as soon as he was on It he was asleep. III. Five hours later he woke again, and after a cold shower his joints and his head felt better. He dressed metrieulously In his blue serge, and went out to get breakfast at a cafe teria. He expected to see women and children shrink from him, and was surprised w'hen they did not. Coffee was a remarkable institution; after two cups of It he had an idea. He went to a certain club, sat down at a desk and wrote a letter which he addressed to Mr. Tim Gallagher, West Haven, Conn. In It, after some consideration, he enclosed a ten-dol lar bill. “I ask you to accept this, not as payment for what you did this morn ing but as a reminder that Heaven rewards a good deed. You did the kindest thing that was ever done to ------Y ! New. York i —Day by Day l,---; By O. O. M’lNTYRE. TOW York, Dec. 11.-Thoughts while strolling around New York: A gay supoer club at midnight. Irving Berlin In % corner. As glum as an owl. Noisy Irresponsible throngs overflowing the tiny dance floor. A poet dances with one arm in a sling. Pegasus with a broken wing. Bandit waiters Who insist on tips that rustle instead of tinkle. The hard faced floor manager. With "bouncers” ln„waiting. A stern Brit ish moralist looking on a bit con temptuously. Florence Walton and I,eon Detrim dance. The odd acute glitter of colored lights. Bacon and eggs-$1.50 an order. And a $3 cover charge. The jolting and rumbling of milk wagons outside. A group of chorus girls with a vener able high flying bachelor. Dong Island ladles who have not lost their summer tan. And they'll soon be ofT to Palm Beach to renew It. In my day they wore sunbonnets to keep It off. A millionaire’s son who recently fell heir to millions. Booking bored. I got more of a kick than he out of my first pair of bicycle pants holders. College boys with small rolls and big courage. And they must get back to New Haven In time for chapel. A few corks pop. Gingerale no doubt. They don’t, by any chance, serve drinks in New York, do they? A woman with a peacock headdress shot with Jewels. The last waltz. But the crowd stays on. The noisy roar at the entrance. Hat check girls exacting the final tribute. Old women selling frayed morning editions, chewing gum and flowers. First pink of early dawn. Early workers throwing off sleep. A slight fog blows up from the har bor. Shuffling men with turned up collars and pulled down caps. The "* first group at the Help Wanted bulle tin board In Times Square. Wish I'd gone to bed early. New York’s three tabloid news pa pers—the Dally News, the Mirror and lately the Graphic, which Is published by Bernarr MacFadden, the physi cal culture expert, have provided Jobs for many Jobless newspaper men. Probably more work for Mr. Munsey in the ofllng. One of the leading theatrical hlta of the season Is "What Price Glory?" written by Daurence Stallings, who lost a leg In Belleau Woods. He re turned to New York and became a copy reader on the World. The play Is said to be his own reactions to his adjustment to civil Ilfs after his re turn. Newspaper men this season have led In writing the leading theatrical hits. Marc Connelly and George S. Kaufman, both newspaper men, are now on their fourth decisive hit. Twelve other productions that give promise of long runs are by Park Row scribes. A rich New Yorker Is said to have OfTered $1,000,000 to be relieved of gout. But health Is one thing you cannot buy. It Is a matter of history that the late .1. Plerpont Morgan of fered $1,000,000 to the doctor who could partially nrreBt the affliction that disfigured his nose. There Is a bachelor on Mndlsori ave nue who has an 18-room apartment. He has been living In It tor more than two years, but not once has anyone set their feet Inside the place save the bachelor and his retinue of servanfs. To a reporter who Interviewed him. ho said: "I gave UP. one apartment because my hospitality resulted In many flue treasures being ruined. My ■new apartment" Is going to be m.v home and when I want to entertain I will tlo It In public place.. It used to be men and women could drink a few cocktails and behave themselves. but not any mors.”, (Copyright, 1924.i me. If you are ever In need, I ask you to call on me.” He appended his name and address and sat staring at the letter. He sealed it Anally, and sat staring at the envelope. “It Isn't enough," he said. IYr. He posted the letter In front of the door and walked aimlessly along the busy street. Girls in bright dresses passed, students, perspiringly propel ling families, bootblack boys, costumed graduates, just plain people. The sound of brass bands was in the air; it was the day of the baseball game with Harvard. (And it was curious how a sudden hot breath from the street brought back the smell of Naira va. The same warmth and dampness; he closed his eyes, half expecting (he clatter of traffic to turn into the Tustle of surf . . .) But only the clatter went on; he had to open his eyes and face the raucous street once more. And the demanding years; they stretched ahead, like the street, ineluctable; hut their end, like its, was out of sight. God, they must not pass thus again. A thrill shook him; If somehow good should lie the Anal goal of 111? If the milkman’s divine meroy had given hint back his life and ajtother fair start? Worth It, worth even the worst, If only— (And pain clutched sAt him as he thought how he had outraged even the most sacred thing; how when the class was drinking to Jack and the others he alone had spat out the liquor and Aung away the glass . . .1 If only. But intentions were vapid. To dream and aspire was nothing, the time had come to Ho. And what? What? But it was horrible: he was as much in the air as 'bver. In this, his re birth, he had no more mind, no more will— Terror shook him. If this . . . Then all that, In a Hash, was as though it had never been. Wifh one convulsive movement he had stopped, turned, stooped and picked up a small object that lay glittering on the pave ment. A ray of light came ninety three million miles to strike that small object; thence it burned Itself Into Kit’s eyes. Into his brain and thence, from space and matter, Into time, those harsh Interrogatory years that Kit must pass on eahth. And the thing was only a safety pin, sprung from some indifferent woman's belt. “Why,” said Kit, slarlng at the thing In his hand, “why . . .” Then, in the midst of vision, came the panic, and he closed his eyes and swayed into a fence. It was worse than ever before, ghastly, overwhelm- ■ ing—only, he knew, it would not over whelm him if he stood Arm. He had but to tight hard, stamp on certain thoughts—a villa at Cannes—-and it would pass. It had always passed. It passed; the years were answered. Kit shoved the pin into his pocket, smiled at the sky and stepped quick ly forward up the hot street. V. The new auxiliary and a steady west wind enabled him to catch the 4:37 out of New London. He arrived at Hlmehurch soon after Ave, at the same hour that he and Mary had arrived last winter, but now the sta tion was hot and sunny and full ot dust. For some reason he decided not to try for a taxi, but, bag In hand, wandered through the station to the curb beyond, where the trolley* slopped The sidewalk was crowded with people, all walking in the same direr tion, and Kit automatically glanced toward the quarter from which they came. His view ended in a mass of cement and brick and colorless glass windows; the Works. He turned on the curb and faced inward, suddenly acutely alive to the mob of people, of all ages, sexes and nationalities, that went streaming by. He saw an Italian of Afty, grizzled, paunchy, Ave feet high, a tin box in one hand, the other gesticulating in accompaniment to a torrent of verbi age addrgssed to a companion exactly like himself. A woman with averted fare, a shawl over her head, a Agure of mystery. Four girls abreast, tired but bright-eyed: “Honestly, May, if you think any fella alive’s gointa . . Then an unbroken platoon of men, some'khort, some tall, some thin, some fat, some younger, some older, but all dressed in nondescript, half invisible dark clothes, ail walking with thelr heads bent forward and their shoul ders sagging, their eyes Axed as though in search, their feet in their heavy shoes moving up and down, up and down, like machines. A little girl clinging to the hand of a tall red headed man; she walked without speaking, staring upward and out ward at the assailing Agures about her. Two clerks, in light gray suits, with straw hats, walking slowly; one had a gray mustache; the other, younger, had light blue eyes that <aught Kit’s for an Instant; they were talking attentively together, fijll ot Movie of a Man and a Hot Mince Pie By Briggs -- . "-I- HIM I . - .■ ■ • . ■' .-—-- -*--~1 "ah- Just my dish" _— . . . .... E.~,; Importance. A red-cheeked, bull necked boy of sixteen or so ran halt ingly, picking his way through the crowd, grinning; he held a folded newspaper and brought it down with a slap on the head of another youth whose face appeared, flashing Indig nation. then greeting. Many of them gathered on the curb to wait for a car, lounging about In groups. Kit saw one tall man In dark, blue overalls offer another a news paper; he heard the other, a black halred man with a long upper lip, an swering: "Naw not now. I can't read the paper only when I'm home. In bed, with the light tixed right—push the old woman over to the wall—ha, that's the time to read . . Another, a muscular, light-mus taclied man of forty, pure Yankee, was regaling a crowd of friends with an anecdote: "Yeah, 1 was at the picture the other night, and sav. it was kinda dark, yon know, and 1 Just pushed my way In and sat down without looking. Pretty soon tin; women next to me says; ‘What time Is It, please?’ 1 pulled out me watch and says, ‘Half past seven.' 'Huh,' she says, kinda short like. ‘Huh. you're a great fella, you are,' she say*. Why?’ 1 say*, and then I turns and looks at her, and damn me If it wasn't me wife's sister! She, laughed like hell and says: 'You're a great fella, you are, lo sit down next your own wife's sister and not even know her , . ” <To He CenHmed Tomorrew.) Bebe Daniels and her number are to go to,the cast coast this week to remain until* after Christmas. 11 will be Miss Daniel s first trip to the coast In a year. Future production , plans coll for her presence in the **■* | for an lndefinlf period._ ' THE NEBBS THAT OLD PAL OF MINE. Directed for The Omaha Bee by Sol Hess (Copyright 1924) IT WAS «W$T NESTEROAT THAT < ROOT MET THE SLIDERS ON THE STREET AMO IMV/ITEO Them -TO CALL — HERE THE'f ARE t&JZ_ XwHV, MRS. 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