The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1883-08-04
OUR LETTER FROM BROADBRIM

A Toney Outdoor Theatre-Swells at the
Seaside insignificant Big Bugs-strikes
Dennis Kearney-A Fatal Spree-S,n-
mer Cleaning, Etc.
New YORK. July %, 1888.
EDITOR CHIEF:
We are now in the dullest of all dull sea-
sons. Everybody, who is anybody, is out
of town. The swell churches are closed,
and shepherds are gathering new inspira-
tions i'll other and pleasanter pastures and
the sheep, lacking their usual supervision
and care, act in a manner that they might
often be mistaken for goats, and not par
ticulariy we'll l-behaved goats at that.
All of our crack theatres are shut up, and
if it were not for the Casino, kostor and
Balls, and few other places Of minor I'M
portance, we might actually perish of
amusement starvation. A company in
Brooklyn has inaugurated light opera un-
der a tent, and although the outside looks
like a bad edition of a second class circus,
the inside is very snug theatre: light and
airy, thoroughly ventilated, and it is nightly
packed with the beauty and fashion Of our
sister city. AS quasi endorsement of its
responsibility need only mention that
have been there myself quantum suf. You
may Judge that it is quite a tony affair." but
one swallow does not make sunmer-and
one little opera tent that will hold thou
sand of fifteen hundred auditors is not
much among a couple of millions of people.
I am just now in a mood to report SER
mon, but there are no sermons to report !:
so must content myself with the carnal
delights of Coney Island and Manhattan
Beach, with an occasional run to Long
Branch or Glen Island. A sniff of salt air
for twenty-fiv cents is not to be sneezed
at these hard times. At Manhattan or
Brighton, if you can't hire a room at ff-
teen dollars a day, you can sit on the
piazza and hear the music while putting
your fragrant five cent cigar, and the
chances are ten to one that some country
man will mistake you for a millionaire.
This, however, is not much of a compli-
in New York, are about as Indifferent a
looking lot as could be well imagined.
VIM. H. Vanderbilt, is a puffy, fabby look
ing individual, whom you wonld pass a
hundred times upon the street without civ
ing him a second look. There is not about
his appearance the first scintilla of shrewd-
ness Or smartness, and you would think
that some one was trying to play a practi-
cal joke On you if he told you that this very
common, unintellectual person was the
great railroad king. Russell Sage looks
like the keeper of a country grocery, who
had failed in business, and whose assets
would turn out about five cents on the dol
lar. If you once got a good look at the
mans face, not knowing who he was, and
he should ask you for the loan of ten cents,
you would never think Of obliging him.
without taking a mortgage Oil his hat and
boots, and even these would look like
doubtful securities. No one could mistake
Jim Keene for fool. He has the sharp,
keen. hard air of a man who fights with
men. and neither expects to give nor ask
for quarter. There is but little difference
in the look of a man who CANDLES at poker
and one who CANDLES in stocks. The same
qualities that make Q man successful in one,
is a guarantee OF success in the ether. jim
keene has the air of man who would win
or lose million, and his face would give
no index of his failure or success.
But the most wonderful paradox of all, is
the little wizard, Jay Gould, whose daily
life we have known from the time he ped
died his patent mouse-trap, to the day
when he rates at one hundred MILLIONS.