O.O. McIntyre
Dayton Daily News/June 6, 1914
NEW YORK, June 5.—Nat M. Wills, the tramp comedian, at the Lamb’s Gambol, got the biggest laugh of the evening when he said: “Roosevelt went to Brazil and got the Chamber of Commerce to give him $3,000 for one lecture, which proves that Brazil is the land of nuts.” Wills also opined that W. J. Bryan was jealous of him because he—Wills, of course—got the biggest salary in vaudeville. The Lambs gave two performances at the Metropolitan and then boarded a special train and went as far west as St. Louis. They clean up a good many thousands of dollars every year by these performances and they have a pretty good time out of it, too.
The professional hanging of Dr. Herman Plotz, the young physician, who isolated the typhus germ, has aroused a storm of opposition against medical societies and associations among independent physicians in New York. Dr. Plotz was not allowed to read his paper because he had allowed the news to leak out to the newspapers before he reported to the medical society.
“He will,” said Dr. Planck, “be one with the high, the low, the right, the erring and the poor. He will respect humanity everywhere. The business of every doctor is to fit men and women to live here and now a life of usefulness, to the end that he shall leave the world a better place than he found it. The doctor must break away from every association or organization and be always ready to aid suffering.”
Talcott Williams, head of the Columbia School of Journalism, says he has gazed upon the modern dances and they fill him with the fear that the modern woman has deserted St. Valentine for St. Vitus. As a cure for such foolishness, Dr. Williams prescribes the study of Latin and Greek.
Despite the apparent indifference of ex-Lieutenant Becker and his iron nerve and will, the former police czar is extremely superstitious. He believes that Friday is not his day. His first conviction occurred in the early morning of Friday, October 13, 1913, and his recent conviction was on Friday and in both cases he has been sentenced to death on Friday. The gambler Rosenthal was also slain on Friday night.
Barney Oldfield, than whom there is no whomer so far as speed goes, declares he is sincere in his intention to desert motoring for aviation. Oldfield declares he cannot give the people the thrills he used to with his car. He declares that only aviators thrill the blasé these days and to it they must flirt continuously with death from the time they leave the ground until they alight.
“If I wanted to ‘out-thrill’ Beachy,” said Oldfield when he raced against him at Brighton Beach the other week, “I would have to tear into the grandstand, have myself hurled over the top of it and alight unhurt in the top of a tree or on a haystack. Simply breaking speed records is very passe among out thrill-hunters.”
Herbert Cozey, the Broadway raconteur, is home from a trip abroad. He has been extremely silent about what he saw and what he did. One of his friends asked him what was the matter–suspecting that he might have fallen in with some ocean liner sharks. “Bosh!” said Coxey. “I went over on the same boat with a fellow who had been in Europe once before. He talked so much that I made up my mind I’d never bore anyone with my travel accounts.”
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