St. Louis Post-Dispatch
January 4, 1914

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s # te i TR PRM See a : SW bia any 2 eam , ptt Sia ee by est eS TS, aR . “ on k Men? ; 2 Influence of the Champagne Began to. Work. -i-—— -3——i- sities imes Recorded oi Maks Hour. - ad. When D awn Came Faithful Wives Escorted Reluctant sd Wobbly Husbands Safely Home. / MARGUERITE MARTYN. BRT LOUIE; one ares, Yaminons night of th _ whole year is a three days’ memory now— &@ vague, dim, distant memory. | : | : "ry Rig att! i W. fi) Ss eo. lean, ascetic face turned steadfastly at,” will scarcely care to be reminded . rt hours between the end of 1918 and the first of 1914—hours he thought old Father pe stern and staid St. Louis will deny & propriety and sobriety and his purse d by bis own resourceful Playgrounds Rumbold, — on Ae FAO m he'll say they were only & lot of unruly ‘Who created that commotion later on. (Bek mo wee to try to rove on ait, St Lovin lore is the very material evidence of a discrep- Er et, Ne Petanes te, Prove: that good, tial though you are, you must have eR teers expendtve thes ‘ Bi ) of New Year's MESES. CFBb Es **1914"" hued electric lights was perliaps more appro- préath. Everybody Was Kissing Somebody. OW, the clinking ,of giasses, a thousand of them,.mind you, and what literally took my breath away—everybody kissing some- body—the person nearest at hand, one’s wife or one’s husband preferably, let us hope—a pair of feminine lips at any cost, but failing that many a strong man to be seen trying to implant a salute upon the cheek of an objecting brother. The smack of kisses inside vied with the dis- charge of artillery outside, Some desisted finally, ‘to see how many of their noise-producing souve- nirs they could us6 at. one and the same. time, to The Really Solemn Moment When the Lights Went Out and the Bells Telled the First Stroke of 12. strap seemed to. be. the chief. topics. of “ tion to the men and Julian Bitinge’s a1 the women: bystanders, . 3 Visitors From Other Cates A: HB visiting extended. not. only f to table, but from te: + rant. An influx of dining at other hotels, cafes and ¢ ing into the Jefferson, the. . room for them in a desire pat os 0 McTague’s, Lippe’s, ‘the ‘American, P Faust's, etc. A tour of these places, taki Cicardi’s and Cafferata’s in awe the Racquet Club, if one: were. lucky ’:¢ have friends there to visit, bro % the Jeffergon for a final round vo about 6:30. was observed to be a right handy Ittle th have about. A redeeming feature about th Year’s eve celebration in the cafes is an takably domestic note. Almost every man companied by his wife. - + « i os It’s a wonder all night revelers don’t advantage of taking them’ menial a aetely to © Senin eee Sere to appreciate a watchful,’ waiting wite, ‘bat showed his appreciation more some others. As he departed, leaning 7K ih, A a 3 tree spectacle New Year’s eve. upon her left arm, he would, veer off every | 0 for Interior Illumination. light the fire-sparklers, shower confetti and re-, step to his left. Balancing safely toward the | P day you were forced to admit spend- A Moment Later spot, that is in the midst of the dozen hotels and restaurants where table reservations had been at @ premium for two weeks. And here are just few such fieeting impressions as I could note from my little corner and take time to jot down: Twelfth street deserted at 10:30. One large, lone woman bumping a cow bell at her heels, eat- ing popcorn and singing a lullaby as she wove her way from side to side of the street, was all that kept the waiting chauffeurs and door men from nodding. At 11:80 a neighboring theater pours out hasten- ing hordes of humanity. A little later, myself almost emir tind by thick perfumes and a crushing crowd,of women struggling for cloak checks in an improvised dress- ing room on the second floor of the Jefferson Hotel. = Aaa te Then the dizzy maze of tables in halls, parlors and unexpected places to be threaded. with the added obstruction of distracted waiters before one’s host's table in the middle of the big dining hall, is reached. “Field of Malticolored Tulips.” TANDING on a chair. and looking far and wide what seemed a great field of multi- colored tulips or peonies,waved before one ‘watil one sorted out a and one varieties of paper caps worn by the diners. And the din that 1000 volces can make in ant- it’ speeding up some. te fabk, you wether i es Sees nite ot mener vee sto wm a ree I was there, an innocent bystander. Some Husbands and Wives Might Better Have Been Left Home. gied, of course. Stusiatibeiieen olf Gna'et tha tee buzzers, rubber balloons—souvenirs furnished by I had just been feeling sorry for, his thick the ‘hotel—a pressroom at edition-time or a boiler factory as I imagine it, would be: soothing and features standing out vividly against s hom-drum in comparison. window briitiant fromthe ceteidiy: wipe SUNNY stampading and stumbling and quarrating among C007 , The knell of a bell and the first stroke of the PARES ORO SS, pa u Age F 5 SRS esis: J DR peace Recs Rue es lease the gay serpentines. But near me what was afterwards voted the “lovin'est” table in the room kept up a kind of a kissing contest all evening. One lady at another table, preferring the lap of one particular gentle- got so she wouldn't be routed save when 0c casionally another wom- an took notice and blew a loud trumpet biast into her ear. Meanwhile a nine- course dinner had to be put . away, lest one’s thirst fafl one. Then, ‘visiting time! Maybe you didn’t know at any of the other tables to visit. And maybe the other diners. didn't know you. Made no difference! start forth and you almost certain to gee somebody. you felt like talking te. A dosen vistters came up to s pink dumpling of a woman sitting near me “You have such a kind again he would express his: gratitude in a. | upon her bare white: shoulder. ° he hit the same spot precisely.” Penh Ane, Sanne Oe eee? ts until meee lips ettig