The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-06-22
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NEW YORK, June %, 1870.


only one left in which women bear no part
Every club has its accomplished members who
are supported at that clubs expense and who
spend their lives in travelling around the country
playing matches before delighted thousands, and
making incomes in an infinitely pleasanter and
more healthy manner than could be done behind
a desk or counter. To what extremities this
baseball business may lead of course 1t is i'm
possible to say. l do not suppose that the
widest imagination that ever ran riot in a
woman's rights convention ever contemplated
such thing as q womans baseball club. Fe-
mininity will never come to such baseball
use as that No amount of chivalry can
regard a woman as beautiful with bat in
her hand, or a ball curving Its way towards
her prohoscis. Nor If she be unhappy at
home, can it easily be understood why she
should be happy upon the home stretch. But
these conjectures are vain. The strong
minded women are anxious merely to do the
work of men, not the play, and the base-baliers
may feel certain that for time they can have
at all to themselves. Of Saturday afternoon,
now that the three-o'c clock closing system pre-
walls, the city is stripped of its male clerks.
They are out in the suburbs watching the base
ballers-those, at least, who do not take
active part in the game. The number of appli-
cants for membership to celebrated clubs of
poor young men who aspire to become great
players and be supported as champions by the
clubs in question, is beyond all belief. And
when you compare the rowing joviality of the
professional base-baller's life with that of the
imprisoned clerk, perhaps it is not very much
to be wondered at.
Coney Island.
Coney Island is a seaside paradise gone to the
devil 1t is like person with excellent natural
abilities, but without advantages of culture and
association. The surf-bathng is unexceied by
any other seaside resort in the country, but it is
at present given up to the ruffians and the ruff
fanesses. Week day and Sunday respectable
people are afraid to go thither. 1t is merely the
emporium of assigBation, where every variety
of crime is perpetrated in broad daylight.
OCCASIONALLY it happens that family party,
who don't know as much as it might
about the wickedness of this world, finds itself
down there. In that case it takes the earliest
means of getting back with its face very red
and its clothes very rumpled. The Legislature
of New York has already spent good deal of
money in trying to reclaim small portion of
land there in order to build quarantine sta
ton. With quite as much show of reason
little money might be spent in trying to make
the place decent resort for Christian people.
No respectable man, woman, child can at
present go there with certainty of not being
insulted.
Moral Music.
The Rev. Mr.. rockingham has been preach
ing on music and proving that the way of sal
vatioA and the ways of the Centennial are not
one and the same thing. He says musicians, as
a class are capricious unreliable, regardless of
the restraint of moral law, apt to fall into ptia-
BILE weaknesses, imprudent shiftless lacking
worldly wisdom and common sense, and he adds
that even while we love them we look upon
them with kind of contempt. ] don't know
how many of these remarks apply to the mana
gers of the recent jubilee at the Rink, but /
know that the ushers employed there will not
be very prone in future to connect ideas of mu-
sic with ideas of morality. Poor fellows! they
were not paid! The choruses struck Parepa.
Rosa and Kellogg and all the principal singers
insisted on being paid in advance. The orches-
ira on Saturday night absolutely refused to play,
and delayed the commencement of the per-
tormance one hour. because they had not been
paid, but the wretched ushers, whose entire
salaries would not have amounted to more than
$40 apiece, for lack of opportunity or for some
other good reason were unable to act in concert,
and consequently lost all. Well, at least they
heard Gilmore and his reeds and brasses, so
that they have not lived altogether in vain.
The Metropolitan NIilkman.
Did you ever see the Metropolitan MIlkman
He comes not in numbering wagon, with a
sprawling sepulchral cover, but in natty, gaily
painted vehicle, which rattles along the road as
though 1t were going to the races. 1t CLEANS in
red and gold-red as to its general groundwork
of color, gold as to the letters emblazoned on it
designating the company to which it belongs.
So much for the Metropolitan Milkman's wagon.
The Metropolitan Milkman himself is q distinct
institution peculiar to New York, aud with a
prototype nowhere in the world he announces
himself in a manner startlingly idiosyncratc.
The milknan of other cities knocks at door or
window, and trusts for recognition to the fami-
liarity of his rap or step. Not so the Milkman
of the Metropolis. He may have been serving
you for twenty years, but his manner of an
nouncing his presence, with his daily allowances
of milk and cream, was his fathers before him,
and will be his sons after him, and is not lightly
to be parted with or modified. 1t consists in
scream, an ear-piercing and startling yell,
unlike any other cry on earth. When foreigner
or native of another city first takes up his
residence in this city, these milkmen's cries
seem to him one of the most extraordinary fea-
lures of the place. They salute his ears any
time after o'clock in the morning. and are re-
peated from house to house, until the respective
Biddies make their appearance and the various
pint measures and quart measures are filled.
They sound like the war-whoops of tame Indians
who yet retain some of the institutions of forest
life. Red Cloud himself might have been de-
ceived by it, If his bedroom at the st. Nicholas
had been in the necessary juxtaposition to the
street, and might have awoke to imagine him
self among the wigwams and hunting-grounds
of such or the West as remains to his people,