Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1883-03-17
THE NEW FIRST aEADEg.
From the Detroit Free Pres.

From the Detroit Free Press
It is night. A policeman awskes with sud-
den start and moves around the corner, having
secret fear at his heart that he had slept
through all that night, all next day and far into
tomorrow night. It L. night in great city.
The poker and faro rooms are In full blast,
10000 loafers are holding down street corners.
and here and there an intoxicated alderman can
be seen making his way to policy shop or q
gathering Of the pavement ring. Under cover
OF darkness, first manufactured over 5000 years
ago. the hotel beat lowers hts buds from the
iourtn-story window; all who have dead-head
tickets start Ior the opera houses; hundreds of
young men set out to spark; reporters fondly
look forward to fires, robberies and murders
and church choirs meet to rehearse and wrangle
and lay up clubs for each other
It's night in the country. The stock has been
fed. the sqnal of the pig is hushed and the tired
horse munches at his corn and wonders why his
master throws in so many cobs without kernel
on them. The watch dog sits at the gate per-
fectly willing to chew up any Of the neighbors
for cent, and within the farmhouse all is
serene, or would be II John Henry could find the
grease for his boots, Mary Ann could find her
novel. the old man discover the hiding place OF
the bootjack and the mother solve the mystery
OF how some of her neighbors managed to get
dress costing two shllings per yard, while she
had nothing but calico.
sails calamity on and on, the captain snoring in
his berth, the mates playing euchre the look
outs asleep. and everything in readiness to
swear. In case OF collision, that 1t was all the
other vessels fault. Nothing is heard but the
steady beat of the propeller, the groans of the
immigrants and the voices OF men and women
declaring that anybody who plans an ocean voy-
age for pleasure ought to be shot to death with
Goldfish balls. The sportive dolphin gambos
away his hard earnings the whale rolls over for
another nap, and the business-lke shark follows
In the wake to pick up any opportunities which
may tumble overheard.
Ills night on the prairie. The red men gather
ABOUT the campfire to count the scalps they
have taken within the past week, and to erum-
Ole at the government for not furnishing them
port wine and repeating rifles. The white hun
ter and trapper cnrls himself up to wonder
where he can find old bones for breakfast and
to realize what q tool he has made of himself.
and the gaunt wolf shoulders his empty stomach
and sets out in search of something to make life
worth living for
Night grows apace. In the city the weary
wife takes her place in the hall with club in
hand. In the country the old folks fall into bed
aWeary with the work of the day, and the young
folks spark and chew popcorn. On the ocean
the sea-slckers continue to grow worse and the
songs OF the mermaids fall fiat. On the prairie
the Indians finally decide to make war in the
ing his boots for dinner, and the wolf meets a
wildcat and offers to toss up to see which shall
eat the other
Blessed be night. But for It the burglars and
gas companies would fill our poOr-houses and
the morning papers would have no time to set
up the matter they steal from the evening Jour
nails Blessed be night.