The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1875-08-13
NEGRO GAMBLING HEI.LS.
They Are Still in Full Blast.


lance with the order of Superintendent Of Po-
lice Loan, all gambling-houses were to be
closed, and person passing down st. Charles
street would suppose that all of them were
| closed-that is a person who takes it fol-
granted, because he knows no better, tina. all
gambling houses are on ST. Charles and ad.
jacent streets, would suppose they were, but
these people have been wofully mistaken.
There is a little point about this gambling
business that is not known by the genera
public. A.t
In the summer months the sports, the
monied men and men of business, who in
dulge in the pasttime Of gambling, leave thu
city and the gambling is dull, and the police
authorities as the summer months come on
are taken with a virtuous turn-it comes regu
larly every season-and gambling is prohib
tied. The prohibitory order dies out abou
the time the fall trade commences, is forgot
ten, and door by door. the gambling houses
open. not.
But there are certain class of citizens who
can not get away during the summer-oul
colored citizens-and there is always business
for the gambling houses-dens would be O
more appropriate name-in season and out oil
season, which they frequent, and the yirtuous
turn of the police authorities does not reach
them. .sfs
We referred, the other day, to the gam bling
dsns on Franklin street, and suggested that
they should ba closed, with the hope that the
suggestion would be followed but the hope has
been dissipated and the gambling dens are in
full blast, and fairly reeking with negro pro-
family, and smelling to high heaven with ne
gro perspiration.
Among the many the following was selected
as sample: s.'
A stranger would have been of the opinion
that the little 12114 room just below Custom
house street, on Franklin, was an oyster
saloon. for brilliant red light was displayed
on the outside and almost as brilliant gas
ones within. Two lattice doors cut off the
communication with the outer world, but
failed to hush either the conversation of the
inmates or the rattle of monte chips on the
table.
A gentle push at the doors and We were on
the inside. An oblong table, some eight feet
in length, surrounded by an eager crowd Of
negroes and presided over by one who did
not in the least show any excitement was all
that could be seen. 1t was not tableau
such as would excite an ordinary reporter.
and but little attention would be given it had
not our police of late so thoroughly stopped
all games Of chance.
We thought we had discovered the lair of
the lion, and that the vigilence of our guardi-
ans had been for once deceived But, alas q
solitary peeler, like G. p r. James's solitary
horseman, stood at the door, and who. in his
innocence, imagiced like ourselves that it
was an oyster shop somewhat prematurely
opened. The oa.hs of the losers, the wild
laugh of the winners, fell dead on his ear,
and the rattle of the ivory checks was only
the chirp of some cricket.
One lucky roustabout seemed ahead about
ten dollars, and unlike many of his "men
and brothers" he lef} the pleasant game to
seek the other attractions of the neighbor-
hood. There was no gambling there-only a
quit game of monte (sic).