Morris tribune., 1883-01-18

ceased to believe that the bridge will
be a practical benefit to the citizens of
either city at any other time than per-
haps in winter. Pedestrians by walk
ing fast will be enabled to save five
minutes by using it instead of the fer
ry, but this gain will hardly be suf-
ficient to recommend it generally, par
ticularly as the ascending of ~staircaSes
means a physical eXertion which you
are spared by the ferry boat. To sight
seers, however, the bridge proper will
| be invaluable since the view from the
centre oft, down the bay and up the
East River to the Sound will be SUI
perb.
Those accomplished gentlemen who
live by their wits, the confidence
swindlers or 'bunco steerers" as they
are euphoniously termed in the verna-
cular of the police, will regret the de-
parture of the out-oftownvisitor. To
their eyes he is legitimate prey. Tam
assured by a police captain that these
ensinuating swindlers who recognize
| an old and dear friend in every con-
| templative and curious countryman
who Gems to possess money have en-
joyed a harvest OF exceptional richness.
So audacious in fact did. they become
that they grew careless and piled their
arts OH elderly men, residents of the
city who are fully up to the shares and
delusions of the great city. President
Sharp ofthe Third Avenue car line,
| was attacked one day by II of these
| clever young men. He played with
him as long as the game afforded him
| sport, then he gave him the go by and
| enjoyed the fellows discontinue.
The other morning the senior mem
| Der of a leading banking house, was
likewise accosted by a handsome,
fashionabiy dressed young man who
accosted him as Mr.. Richardson of
Schoharie, New York. The old gen.
tleman professed great delight at meet
ing the son of an old resident and
| shook hands warmly with him. He
shook hands so warmly that he gave
his wrist a wrench which sent the
young man sprawling on the slippery
and muddy pavement. Then before
he could recover himself, he smashed
his shiny silk hat for him, blackened
both his eyes and Selling him by the
| back of his neck and the seat of his
pants flung him headforemost into the
| gutter where he turned a complete
somersault. A policeman rushed up
to see what the disturbance was but
the young man did not stop to make
a complaint. He took his mud be-
! draggled person away as quick as his
aching bones permitted ii.
Driving fast horses Oh the road is
| becoming a passion among New York
ers. The man who makes money no
longer looks forward to owning a mag
nificent house but sets his heart on a
trotter. Now a trotter in these parts
! means something that can go better
than at least 2:30, and this means
money. Thus the amount and quality
of horse flesh that fills the road of an
afternoon and is put up for rest at such
famous roadside hOstelries as Gabe
Cases, Barry's, Judge Smiths and
others represents millions. The most
charming road about here is Riverside
Drive, yet for some reason or other it
is neglected. It is not fashionable and
| is used only by such people who have
no ambition to be seen and who are
satisfied to jog along instead of send
ing the dust flying at a pace that takes
the breath of tyro away. Riverside
Park is, one ofthose monuments of the
| Tweed regime in New York. 1t is
| beautiful beyond desert ptiOn but it has
dISO S"dlIO"CO up IIIlIllo1io IVY oilN
| precedent. It is situated on the eX-
ABOUT One Hundredth Street where it
| skirts the river for miles. Adorned
| with handsome granite buttresses, and
| not vet attained their full growth, it
! reminds one of the ~espIanades so fire.
quently seen in cities on the European
ointment.
The land here is particularly high
and you obtain an unobstructed view
as far up the Hudson as the eye will
reach. The view is only INSTRUCTED
| by the bends and curves and capes of
| the opposite shore. The tall, steep
| scraggy masses of the Palisades stare
| you in the face with their historical
| suggestions, dense masses of blush
green pines and frs relieve the eXpanse
of snow in winter, and beneath the ice
bound river sweeps its way with the
| placid regularity and evenness of a
| stream in the country ''far from the
madding strife" of the city. The
houses at the upper end of the road are
all old and nearly all of them have
historical suggestions. Should you be
inclined to leave the regular road and
drive into the by-ways you will meet
a charming variety of landscape. You
may climb up and down little hillock-
and unexpectedly light on rich pad
docks where you expect to meet moth
ing but thoroughbred cattle. Now
AMI then you will meet a half buried
to nbstone, or a vault through which
you may peep and see the coffins
which mark the places "where
the forefathers of the hamlet
lay" and then if you are POLITICALLY
inclined look up at the expanse of clear
sky above you and the signing
branches of the pines and listen to the
Eolian harps formed by the telegraph
wires and write verses.
Mr.. Theodore Walton who has
gained International fame by his
plunging IN rae horses, is about to
retire from the St. James Hotel which
he owns. His enemies assert that his
expedition to England last fall cost
him so much money that he can no
longer olive the pace" l believe how
ever that the reason is simply this
that the owners of the building, the
Ames estate, have raised the rem to a
hi cher figure than Mr.. Walton cares to
pay. He has been giving $40, 900 a year.
Now they want $4,000 a price which l
am inclined to believe they will not
get. Captain William M. Conner well
known throughout the racing world
as the owner of Glidelia the famous
race mare, and equally known in the
theatrical world as the manager of
John Mccullough the tragedian, has
bid. / understand $45, 900, but his offer
has not yet been accepted. Capt. Con-
ner proposes to give an impetus to the
bar trade of the establishment to which
Mr.. Walton has paid no attention.
He has been for some yeaas a sufferer
from the govt and seldom went inside
of the barroom. Capt. Corners pro-
poses to make the hotel a headquarters
for the theotrical and racing world
and compete against the Hoffman,
House. With his popularity he ought
to succeed should he get the hotel.
William Barrett the once famous
Jockey, who rode Mr.. Pierre Lorril-
lard's horses when they first ran in
England, died at Long Branch on
Saturday of cOnsumptiOn. He died