The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1869-07-29
NEW xORKxsNEs.


That traditional poor author whose brains
have for so many years furnished food to re-
| morseless publishers-and very poor gourmdnds
those publishers must be--is now rejoicing. He
laugheth and invlteth all his friends to drink
An association is being gotten up for his especial
| behoof called
The Authors Publishing Association.
The design of it is to examine into the merits
| of all unpublished works written by its mem
| bers, to decide which are worth publishing, and
to have them published forthwith. If the book
| so published succeeds, the author is to receive
three-fourhs of the profits; if it fails, he bears
no share in the loss. If this arrangement don't
| satisfy "Poor Author" he is an ungrateful beast,
| and deserves to have his brains fed upon by re-
morseless publishers. All the Poor Authors of
New Yorll-and their name is legion-are wish
ing to join this association. The fee is only ten
| dollars, and those among the first to join will
| enjoy the blessed privilege of having their books
| first read and pronounced upon. How many
mute, inglorious Ms and village HIS
| will shell out out their ten dollars, it
would take the lightning calculator or the new
| patent adder to compute. Old White Hat Gree
| ley is one of the trustees, or legatees, or as
| sgnees-at any rate his position rs one of ease
| connected with the movement; but the head and
| front of it understand to be Mary Kyle Dallas
| Mrs, Dallas is the widow of Dallas, the portrait
| painter Gan artist of no mean meriO, and is her
| self one of the pillars of the New York Ledger
| where she is engaged at a salary of twenty dol
| lars per week. She writes admirable little sto-
ries and poems, possesses truly French fer
| tity of invention, and considerable power in
the NATURALIZATION of character. These quail
tics are not apparent in her larger attempts at
fiction, however Knowing probably what it is
| tohave her works refused by the remorseless pub
fishers aforesaid she is admirably qualified
| for the position which rumor
| signs to her in connection with the Authors
Publishing Association. She is one of the noted
literary isms of New York. Some years ago it
was with infinite difficulty she could be prevailed
upon to do such plain prose work as that neces-
sary in the fashion article of q weekly paper
She was sure she couldn't write prose. Expe-
rience has proved since then that her prose, like
most peoples pays better than her poetry, and
she probably does not regret the hour when she
was waited upon and impOrtuned to become a
fashion edtress-a department, however, which
| she disdaned in her flight to loftier levels.
| More About MIR. Stewart.
| Mr.. Stewart, of whom | yesterday retailcd a
piece of characteristic scandal has at length sue
ceeded in purchasing the two stores which stand
| at the northeast corner of Ninth street and
| Broadway, and the possession of which by him
| was all that was necessary to make the block
| complete. When they have been torn down and
| built upon in a style uniform with the rest of
| his establishment, the latter will occupy the
| entire square included between Ninth and Tenth
streets and Broadway and Fourth avenue. This
| is consummation which this pious and pala-
| tial philanthropist has been deyoutly wishing
| for years. The sale has only been effected,
however, within the last day or two. Mr.. Stew
| al hat bn J,n,
check on his cashier for a ten cent postage cur
rency, saved four cents by getting into a car
instead of one of the Broadway stages, rode
down to the Fulton street prayer-meeting and
stood up to be prayed for.
| Central Park has become
The Suicides' Paradise.
The crash and determined" people who
| commit the fatal" deed have begun to Disco
yer that its cool retreats and isolated grottoes
are among the most charming spots in the world
to shuttle off the mortal coil in. Some weeks
ago had occasion to mention Central Park
suicide. Another one occurred there yesterday
at least it is believed to be suicide. His body
was found floating on the surface of the lake.
and some sentimental poetry was discovered in
his pocket-book. The idea of poetry in a
| pOcket-boOk Poetry and pOcket-boeks are the
very last things to have a connection with each
remain unknown. Why don't the Park Com
missioners enact law forbidding such things?
Mrs. Stanton, in the last number of the ReUO-
luton, says that one reason why women ought
to wear dress identical with that of men is the
Perfect Disguise of Sex
that would ensue-a sound (ori it an unsoundD
womans argument. Let Mrs. Stanton, if she
returns to New York in time, go up to Pixies
Opera House any evening and determine
| whether Miss Lucille Western DISCUSSES her sex
| or not as Satan IN Paris. Did pantaloons and
frock-coat ever disguise DR.. Mary Walker ?
Miss Anthony in clerical costume might possibly
be taken for a dyspeptic divine; but then dys-
peptic divines are so like old maids that there is
no telling the difference, excepting by the cut of
| their clothes
At WnIIaclS's Theatre
there has been mess which has resulted in the
| withdrawal of the Selwyn combination COM
pany. Report says that one of the managers
here-and report don't specify whether there
refers to Wallack's or Boston-took his revenge
upon certain of the players, who put on entirely
too many airs, by striking them from the pay
roll of the establishment. Some of the old
members of Wallacks company and Miss Eflie
Germon have appeared in the place of these un-
fortunate strillists, over whom the inexorable
waves of the Wallackian regime have closed,
and New York knows 'em no more.
On Saturday afternoon
The ''ChampIOn" Palace Car,
the Wahsatch, which last week made the first