The evening world. Newspaper, February 15, 1913, Page 8

" OUNG JACK FROGT and olé King Winter put their heads together this week and decided it was high time to give their long- delayed birthday party to the children of New York. And believe us, it ome party when it came! Or, if you Gre still sceptical, believe the picture that ehows just one of the wildly * of pss OME Why Not Cucumbers and Ice Cream, Salad, French Pastry and Pickles, the Same Com- * bination the World Over. BY MEG VILLARS. N7* women are veritable os- . triches 1 was lunching by myself to-day, dear New York, as I often do since entering your hospitable por- having left my kith and kin in Europe. Now I rather hate doing that, a0 I usually take a book to keep me company. To-day, however, I forgot the book and had to find amusement elsewhere! Well, there was certainly some en- tertainment to be got out of my si ter-food-hunters and the way they chose their menu! We women are mostly great readers, we devour everything from Shakespeare to! Eleanor Glyn, taking in a smattering | of Bernard Shaw and other bearded bilarious Gaye of snapping cold weather. ‘that EVEN THE b b b skating crowds that have) was specially hard to endure durire crammed the city parke this lest few] the daye that followed Christmas, When Sante hes actually forgiven ail your ane and brought you the sharp, shiny, @trongly-etrapped pair of skates you yearne! to own, {t certainly is tough luck to have one darn thaw after an- other’, ‘The rich children and the poor children For the firet time this winter, the red ball, the signal showing the ice 1s eate for skating, wae holeted tn both Central and Prospect Parks. For weeke eager boys and girle had watehed for ignal, and (te non-appearance New York, Paris and London Women Are All Alike, * %& With Their Death-Defying Luncheons, Says Meg authors in between, but there two things that we cannot read prop: erly and those two things are news- papers and menu cards! Tell a woman about such and such an article in the paper, she'll say, “On which page?” You'll tell her, page and top left hand column‘ she'tt | rustle the paper over five minutes and no such article in the whole journa When you peinted /t out to her exactly where you said she'll reply positively, “Well, fancy | printing it like that; 1 was looking for! ‘big let (At least that’s what f eay; it's the only thing I can think of.) ‘That a woman cannot read a bill of| | fare every waiter knows! As soon as he hands her the gorgeously embossed- with-gold bristol card and stands over her commandingly with pencil potned, | the, average female animal—such oe mine humble self, for instance—will lowe her nerve, glance hurriedly down the awful list of “eo and ask for probably the only thing that Jan't on itt A Dill of fare positively scares and dazzies me! ‘There are so many pos: about it and—alas!—so few prob- (ities, And the terrtble presence of the scornful Americanized walter at your elbow is really too awe-inspiring | for words, I don't mind them at th Waldorf because they krow me and have pity on me; in fact, there is ene excessively nice old man (he must beve been French when he was younger) Who sometimes helps me out and gives me fatverly hints on what I should or- der in the good-and-wholesome food Une! Further up 1 remarked “we I meant to enta ran away with these bankers, they simply | throw the ink off—now I'll get back t» the bird, however Most of us seem capable of digesting any old thing! look at the lunches we order when we are by ourselves, when we have got past our fear of the wait- er and when we have no one to curb Our exteaordinary desire for indiges- the lady ef the table a that jof an ostrich! My lunch was light | | walter next to mine ordered a Biv1 (et's hope she didn't eat the raw onii that's served with it; I did, but then my | husband i In Europe!) Also some co | cream, the billous kind that is known, according to the restaurant in which it is bought, as ‘neapolitain” or “pa- nache"; they sound as well both ways and certainly taste as nasty, to me! Another item of that lunch was cu- | cumber salad and French fried pote- toes! Strange to may the lady ate the potatoes with the herring, for the cu- cumber salad oame as an after thought, when @he finished her two cups of cafe- eu-lait and wan to aqueeze the coffee pot carefully for @ Inal drip! (By the way, will you kindly tell ine Why it is T've often heard Americans in tonished waiters for oat Honest Injun, I have! Don't they know enouga 00 to @ay “cafe noir?) that was all she hed. I can't remember any more. I know one thing, though, and that 4i4n't finish on the ice cream! I believe ehe dis- posed of that before the coffee and the cucumber! ‘That lady cert nly had the {ntertor compared to it, I had my cucumber with the herring, which two things, of course, fit in well together; then had a nice little light pork chop, and those lovely potatees tn cream that ave better than any way of domg potatom in the whole world, @ few olives go’ lost between whtles, and I finished up with good wholesome apple pie’ Be-| tween you and me, my paternal looking wasn't serving me to-day a have some wort of an idea that he! THE FPRENCH would not have approved of the pork | ‘and herring business at the eame WAITERS DAN neal! An @ matter of fact they dia; CVPIO'S MESSENGE seom a bit uncomfortable when I took them skating afterward. (The ice out at Van Cortiandt Park wee cut up shockingly to-day, I guess I'll try Cen- tral Park to-morrow. Ive ell over the world that w wemencare blessed with |tmteriors! Waen I was a child in Eng- land 1 can remember tie amell of the rarebit that the cook used to send uP to my gov at night; tt used to come o the mureery so that the very @ave me the night- ING WORLD, SATURDAY, FEBRUA ast! This Week, the “Red Ball” Is Hoisted in Central Park b RY 15, 1913. _ b b b b And Young New York and Its Skates Comes Into Its Oun! WUG are the ones who have felt the de-)lakes and ponds have been In @ pretty privation most. For they stay in the]comfortably congealed condition ail city all winter and are forced to de-| Winter, and the children of the com- pend on the park lakes. ‘Tie in-be-|m™Uters have skated to thelr wearts’ tween children, whose papas don't live ota ineyive a io fat A all Ghee on Fifth avenue nor yet on Houston littig Master end Misa Manhattan—un- atreet but mostly in Weatchester County ‘ . Ull this week, But did the elty young: and among the New Jersey hills, havel store at last do thelr skating? They fared much more happily, Suburbantdia! And did they race and cut figure e . y Wesqeeldtee, teed 4 : ; ws me Je els | have seen potatoes and aauerkraut or two! In comparing a woman's interior to that of the ostrich I am right, am 1 not? My natural history being som what weak, | appeal to you, dear New | York, because you, with your hand- | some museums, you know all about i | Let's ace. it's the ostrich that oan dl- west giaen and tin tacks, and the caine! that @ ‘eo right, ian't i rR Talking about drinks, [ was told by European who knows (vou know the Woinen eat). mussela at mid night, in Paria fragile girle have been Hort) tat T must never order any wine known not to quail tn front of enatia| When lunching alone . garnished with gariic, in Munich [| Coming, as 1 do, from a country where have watched thy looking Gret-!a half bottle of quite good wine costs eheme put away © Sow pints of beer end lene than it does to merely hail @ taxi- 18s LAETITIA: i Dd me RR SS elgite and play hockey and fail down and pick themselves up and raise Cain wenerally? They did! And were they thinking at all of the large official persons in blue clothes and brass but- tons, who stood around to preser outward order and decency? They should worry! Stocking caps and gay scarves e- flying, Norfoik coats haif-unbuttoned, *’ dt tf ae The Careful Cook and: Housewife Would Noi Offer Guests at He: Home What SheOrde: for Luncheon at a Hote. or Restaurant. Why? here, T am not particularly keen abvut the red or yellow juice, so tpis; Piece of advice did not strike me e@ being necessary. I remembered it,’ however, when I first lunched alone and, saw two young ladies of the rainbow type. Talk about a bachelor’s cele- brat They started in with Mar. tinie, went on to a bottle of champagne’ (brut) and finished with apricot bran- dy! Thought I to myself, are these: girls out to get vine-leaves in their’ {hair in honor of some ¢ event, 0: {was my European friend mistaken? Personally, 1 silck to the fee water, the coffee pots all being of the apit ful kind, that won't pour out without, messing the tablecloth or without burn~ ing your fingers! Walters here don't aeem to like lone- hy women! At the Waldorf they a all right and, as I've said before, vers kind to me; but at some of the other, places I've sampled they are just cruel. soon as @ woman comes in they turn around and start catching files on the window panes or else fight as to who @han't have her. I've seen @ walter turn away a party of five women from his table Joyfully give it to some bit of a boy, Just old enough to make a mess of his father's business, when he comes In a minute after the ladies have angrily departed tn seareh jof a more hospitable chicken run! Weil, rve; what with ordering things that must make @ waiter’s inside ache only at hearing about them, what with par- tially undressing, with his ald, and hanging her outer wrapings over the back of her chair, what with expecting ough rolls and butter to last an onli- nary man through a Mexican revolu- tion with one order of coffee, and what with generously presenting the aft mentioned waiter with a dime kfter ahe has run him off his legs to fetch her all the sauces there are in the place from Oscar's to Waw-waw, and after chang- ing her mind about the flavor of her fee cream twice! Well, then, [dare say jthat some women are uni lee in a restaurant! But, nevertheless, I don't see why walters should be eo odlously insolent, under the captain's approving ve, to eight of every ten women who fare unescorted! The women they are nice to ave the rich, aigretty ert, with frills and furbelows, I'm afraid the Americanized waiter will only consider that a woma' ahe approaches him with @ and when tie promise of more to come lurks In her eves. noticed, night 1 ity, waiters are utterly different here to what th ‘ein Kurope. Why tet They would | never dare to be like tha! \ingtance! It seems th |got enough of America’ aced—tdeas of independence to }them; therefore, dear New York, you ' dre responsible for the trouble! On the other hand, it may be that they got so mad at the brutal way they were herded te the ctesrage, when they came over, supose some women are @ nuisance to | Pi Tao ewer ma anda &ay voices shouting and ainging, smiles that openty challenged the cold winter aunshine—those are some of the cheer- ful things you find in the park skating days. As a pleasant ‘weather observa- tion,” note the remarkable warmth arising from a close combination of @ boy wearlng a raggedy coat and other 4 stylish new ulster. Park skating ‘# nothing if not democratic. HAT suburban dweller ts there W in the @reat army of those who @o down to the city by trains wh has not had to go forth in the lewy morning arrayed @ night flite ting moth, with as much of his evening clothes on his person as may be and a fresh shirt and a swallow-tail coat and waistcoat in a satchel? Let all who have undergone the slings and arrows which their fellow commuters fling at them on the morning train gather about Alfred M. Barrett of Broadway, I. 1, and the Catholic Club, Manhattan, and phed tears of tender sympathy. Mr. Barrett ts an officer of the Catho- ic Club, and has to put on his fos: clothes every tine a Gigh dignitary es to town, He is 60 handsome and he has such distinguished manners that he canng® be spared. When Mr. Barrett siins around the Broa@way railroad station crossing, prints madly toward the newsboy who would come to him if he would only wait, and then sprints back to the train just ae it is moving out, he de reeted by an appreciative assem he second smoker from the rear. Contractor J. (. Gabler, who always ras the train early #0 he can turn back a sent and make at least three people listen to him all the way to Woodside, acts as master of ceremo- ven those who have not ob- In scores and hundreds, young New York has swung and darted and rushed over the first local ice-crop of the een- eon, It's been good for their health ard their cooped-up-indoors nervous system, and it's given their parents a rest. But that ien't all. It's been the most pulse-Lounding, heart-filling, 1 ity-gorgeous fun! And hei there's more to come! Yes, the Merry Commuters VillarsjRag Mr. Barrett's High Hat know that he de there when Mr. Gabler shouts unctuousty: “Ah-h-h-h<h-b! Gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to see that we have with us this evening’ —— Great applause shuts off the intreduc- tion and causes Mr. Barrett to look Uke @ man who {s not rattled—and knows that he ts. Did he make @ nice corpse” in- autres a yolee trom the corner. Mr, Barrett puts up @ protesting Rend, but amiles as though he did not ming. “Before I ehow you a few marvel- Jous things which can be done with an ordinary pack of cards, ladies end gen- lemen,” observes a person with ven- ltetloquisitc powers asltting right behind the victim, “permit me to call your attention to these lovely articles of Jewelry which we are giving away to introduce the Lawnmower Safety Ra- zor"— “Aw, let up?’ remarks Mr, Barrett, trying to get into one of Mr. Gabler's seats, but blocked by the mighty knees of the contractor, who tpould not for anything shut the game aff. ‘Will the gentleman kindly atend up ani take the hat off and show us how he gate a rabbit out of itt” eake « complete etrenger from Great Nest Hills, “Or a vow! of goldfish will de.” Mr, Barrett says he ts either going to take the vet! or borrow a claymere a blunderbuss from his antiquarian ! | ia ved the radiance of Mr. Barrett's 'eriend, Artist Morole Johnson, rous attire as he enters the car them down ) aa ee 00000009090 0690 0000060000 0009006000-0900060000000000 and examined and messed about at Ellis Isle that they have been trying ever sinco to get their self-respect beck! I don't know, however, that it's a p ticularly good way of going about it. 1 most certainly ike our nice “maitres hotels,” as the captains are called in Paris, muc! They are so polit even to strangers. The second time you 0 to @ restaurant in one week it’s ten to one the head waiter will recognize you, and after you have been there half a dosen times you fee! that he is not an ordinary restaurant servant but a valu- able old family retainer. He will greet you with evident plessure aud make you feel that he in truly grateful for the faint smile of recognition you bestow on the cornice, on the carpet, on the cur- tains, on everything in general except directly at intm. Let me here beg of you,,dear womea of New York, when you travel abroad and you come to Paris, don't, becaus you are charmed by his courtly man- ners, don't smile with all your dazzling teeth and flashing eyes at the hi I have often m you do; it you know, Besides, tt often embarrasses him, and, anyway, It may be misconstried by your neighbors. nd, Iittle how-d'ye- delicate medium between haughtinegs and famillarit: I like the avay a French head waiter handles it with fi He will whisper to the “bo: posing wrath to know why he fs a0 slow in placing fresh flowers on the table and placing @ haa@ock under madame’ t. If at lunch time you happen to be alono he will inguire with aolicitude after ma- Game's hustmnd, and will, ma to be amused so, return to ma- dame's table while. she is eating and talk about every subject under the sun which migdame may be interested to hear about, from the little farm in Pic- ardy, where he Lopes to end his da: to the of the dresemaker who teste the frye gt Ala La the etre 4 | splendid custom if madame! cette, who i# also lunching in that res | tauren, | The French walter is, untll provoked, the most lamblike creature on earth, He wets good tips, but, on the other hand, he earns them, J think. It ts go pleasanr not to have one's food thrown at one: ‘Of course, when he in annoyed he'll show (t, and tis manhood ts ¢here, all | right! To tiluetrate, 1 can tell this aru story I saw a y or 60 ago. Prince Cyrille N—— was supping one night et the Cafe de P—, crasy Mea went through hie befuddled brain; he evidently wanted to have company es he trudged behind, far behind, the | water wagon, He called up a boy an@ jordered him to drink the glesses of | champagne that he poured out as fast as the unfortunate boy could swatiow them, After the aixth glase the poor boy, acared at the Russian, unused to drink (he was quite a kid), f fant off and was carried hol Pps captains and another boy, who hed aot dared to interfere because N—— is ae you can imagine. Unfortunately for N——, the boy's father happened to be the chief maitre d'hoie!; he wae away taking an order at the other end of the room when (t bap- pened. When he found out what bed Deen done to his bey he went mad, ihe eeized « bottle and broke it on head. There was a terrific row, of course, but the blow aobered Prince |N——, who actually (but rightly) told the t father he was eerry and offered ) “8 own luxurious Iimousin to take the | boy to his home as well ap presenting } him with @ eubstantial bank note “for |repaira!” | As @ matter of fact, the boy needed no more repairing than « 00d sleep, while N--—- went round for | Weeks afterward with « pixeon egy lump on the top of his aristocrats head! | So you mee, even if they seom ser- vile, “a mai vi But_ whi lot I've written, dea j New York. All about food and Walters, Y ertainly will think I'm very nal T think i'd better T make any more ‘a getting 1 de.woat $2 ge ekaings ad “e sta