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Show Among: the Six Millions One of the most envied men in this great city is Frederick Uickcr, of the V est 123rd Street police station. It ' is not often in this life that even a policeman lias the sense of satisfaction satisfac-tion which must have come to him the othev day. He arrested a man for failing to display a 1922 automobile license plate on his car. And the man was his landlord who bad tried n raise his rent $8 a month last fall! 1 . on't you know me? I'm your land-loi.'." land-loi.'." exclaimed the peculiarly optimistic optim-istic -notorist when Ricker stopped bini oi. the avenue. He was found guilty ,ai d fined $3. One of the landmarks of New York City has just been taken from us. For years visitors to this city have been shown the two great trees in the yard of No. 462 West 22nd Street, under which George P. Morris, American Amer-ican poet,1 wrote "Woodman, Sparc That Tree I" The old Woodward mansion where Morris- lived at that time, stands in one of the few remaining re-maining blocks in downtown New York old Chelsea Village where there are any grounds where a tree can find room to stand, and lovers of American traditions and American literature have hoped that those two trees would live undisturbed for many years. Just last year, however, the trees died, and it was decided the other day to have them cut down. Martin L. Davoy, former Congressman Congress-man from Ohio, who Is devoting himself him-self now to saving the lives of trees and adding Beauty to the country, was called la for expert opinion. A year ago the trees could have been-saved;.' been-saved;.' he said, "Put they were neglected too long. Now they are quite seead." The neglect of those trees - has led groups of men and women In this city wno are Interested in prserving our historical treasures to agitate for a movement to save other old trees before it is too late. i AMONG THE SIX MILLIONS . I Undoubtedly no dramatic producer of our day has more courage, moro faith in his convictions and more insistance upon giving tlie public what he deems good than has Arthur Hopkins. It is n mighty good thing for the public that Mr. Hopkins has these brave qualities, too. Otherwise some of the best productions of the American stage would have been lost. Take, for instance, "The Deluge," Mr. Hopkins put this on five yeara ago, at a bad time of year and shortly after we entered the war. It failed. That didnt discourage him in the least. He ltnew It was good; that was enough. So last week, It opened again at the Plymouth Theatre, and, found an oudience appreciative and understanding. There is little doubt but that this time it will he the success suc-cess that It ought to he. Tlie cast Is splendidly chosen and not a shade of the satire or the hmaor or the aadoesa ' is lost ' |