Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-11-08

Cornelias A. Hern, drunk: SIS or seven
days.
Patrick Murphy. drunk; dis charged.
James Murphy, drunk; discharged.
sUPPERs IN THE STREET.
Whit Hen Can Find to Eat Late ut Night
on Metropolitan IH0rOuJhfdres.
ssHot corn" is familiar cry on the
streets of New York. Long ago it became
a metropolitan institution. Scattered all
along the pavement of the Bowery and its
neighboring thoroughfares, on any of these
frosty nights, may be found perhaps a
dozen or more fat black kettles swung over
an alcoholic fame. Under their covers are
closely laid ears of boiled corn, steaming
hot, whose best advertisement
floating out upon the air. It
attracts many customers, and one vender
often sells 100 Or more ears, at profit of
about 81 nightly. They make supper at
| five cents an ear not dear to the impecuni-
Gus and by no means despicable to the
af,uent. Yet the familiar hot corn and
the honored raw oyster stand are by no
means the only methods to satisfy the un-
| timely cravings of a nomadic stomach for
triAing consideration. The streets
abound with provisions for the poor man.
if ne but knew where to look. There is
the shrimp man. Unknown above Four
teenth street, he is cherished friend of
thousands below it. His only fixture of
trade is the bushel basket containing his
stock. stood upon an empty box or COW
ertly overturned ash barrel. Sometimes
box Of salt, another of pepper ard plate
of pilot biscuit are laid beside the basket.
Most OF the streets leading to the down
town ferries are tenanted nightly by the
shrimp merchant and in the markets and
along the river fronts he is pre-eminent
Lis favorite theory is the harmlessness OF
his delicacy III the bulk Che sells a dozen
| for three cents), and he firmly believes
that a mans appetite should be measured
| alone by the capacity of his stomach.
Akin to the shrimp vender is the herring
man; and indeed both offices are ofttimes
united in the one individual, their haunts
being III the same neighborhoods.
SELLERS OF MUFFINS AND FLAPJACks.
Everybody familiar with the night side
of New York life knows the muffin man.
He is distinguished for proving and
mysterious habits, even more than for the
sweetness and lightness of his mullins.
Few patrons of the pastry have ever eaten
twice from the oven of the same muffin
man. The very next night after his crispy
luxury has been devoured the muffin man
may be sought in the same place, but he is
! never found. The corner is barren and
desolate. Perhaps there is a muffin man
on the next corner. He has apparently the
| same oven and the same mullins, but he is
not the same man. He never is. However.
TIC mullins taste the same. And this
sense of heetness and transformers which
are their inevitable concomitant, perha ps
adds to their flavor. They can be bought
for two cents apiece. The muffin man is
very unlike his most dangerous rival. the
''hot dapjack' seller. Three fapjacks for
five cents would not seem to insure large
profits, yet the fapjack man is popularity
supposed to have money in the bank. I'm
like the muffin man he is conservative
and fixed institution. Selecting his
stand he Is there every night until O'Clock
under any circumstances. He is we'll
known character and very much respect
ed one. Even his customers are in awe
of him. His great and portentous digni-
ty; his smooth, saucy face; his chubby,
red fingers: MS huge OvercOat of NANCY
Astrakhan cloth, and bulky fur cap, with
! elepllantine fur tips, are unfailing attri-
butes and do not invite confidence. But
his tlapiacks are delicious. The man who
has not eaten fapjacks hot, with butter
! anu molasses, on q damp plate on cold
knees, under creeking awning on a
snowy, clustering winters night, that man
knows not bliss. The man makes
three fapjacks in as many
minutes, and the way he flicks
them on a plate, dabs them
with piece of butter and a paddle of
molasses, takes your money, makes change
and begins on a new set of fiapiacks, is
marvel to behold. Naturally he enjoys
heavy run of custom and often makes $50
to $40 week.
1t is estimated that 1000 men will lead
hand-to-mouth existence in New York
this winter. But it need not worry philan-
thropists, and as long as hot corn, shrimps
herrings, mullins and fapjacks are to be
had, a man can support existence on $3.50
week. Meanwhile the street victuallers
will thrive and lay away.
DISCUSSING THE OSTRICH,