The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1883-03-31
OUR NEW YORK LETTER.

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A Week Memorable for its Exhibit of In
famy-The Milk Revolution-An Ovation
to Albani-Yanizee Enterprise VS.. Britis
Pluck-Paddy Egan's Money Bag-Salm
Morse, Virgins, Gould, etc.
New YORK. March "a, 1888.
EDITOR CHIEF:
New York has covered herself with in
fanny. No more disgraceful episode ha
occurred in her history than the exhibi
ton of last Sunday. All the big lailie
have given graphic accounts of the low
scenes attending the funerals of the two
murderous thugs who were buried tina
day; but no mere description can conve,
a sense of the humiliation, degradation
and infamy felt by the people who were
compelled to look on, while thousands o
conyicts, murdcrers and thieves held higl
jinks at that carnival of death. Not since
the death of Bill Poole has New York
seen any thing like it, if we except the
procession which followed JOHN Real
from the gallows to the grave. In the
deaths of Bill Poole and Jim Elliott, and
Mike McGIoin and John Real there was
IL most remarkable resemblance. Poole
was q ruffian like Elliott; but, though
consorting with thugs and roughs like
| himself, Poole was not thief The fire
laddies and butcher boys were then the
demi- gods of New York, and in that set
Bill Poole was regarded as u king. He
had met John Morrissey in u rough and
tumble fight, and the question is still
undecided who came off the best. John
Morrissey came out of the fight with a
broken nose, which he carried to his
grave. Two desperate factions sprung
up in New York, headed by these desper-
ate characters, and the fend ended in the
assassination of Bill Poole, whose last
words were, ~ die a true American"
Native American feeling ran pretty high
in those days, and as his assassin was an
Irishman, the parting words of the dying
rough were not calculated to lessen the
rancor of strife which was only extin-
guished by the death of the principal
actors. Jim Elliott, the murdered ruf1ian
who was buried on Sunday, in addition
to being a rough was thief who had
passed one-tllird of his life inside the
walls of d prison. There was no crime
in the calendar of which he was not ca
pablo, from murder to petty larceny;
his crimes and his character were open
as the day; yet his funeral was an ova-
ton, triumph which I trust we may
never see again. Friends recounted his
virtues; his bierts was crowned with
flowers, and procession followed him
to the grave such as has followed no
public man for u century-eclipsing the
honors paid LincolilFor Garfield, or any
one else in my remembrance. The great
evil Of all this is right here: as gen
of sight and shun observation; but in
the procession of Sunday were murderers
who, like McGloin, were tough, for they
had downed their man; pickpockets,
burglars and men whose faces are seldom
seen by daylight outside the prison or
the Rogues' Gallery. Villains thronged
the streets by thousands; the notorious
Shang Draper heading tho procession,
by the equally notorious Jim
Dunno, each with an enormous badge on
his coat inscribed awe mourn orr loss"
1t is not comfortable thought what
these murderous villains could do if they
were organized. Those who saw the
procession will not easily forget it, and
the baneful effect Of the pageant OH the
hoodlums of our city, whose highest am
bition is to walk to the galows without
and after to have funeral
like that, will remain souvenir Of last
Sundays obsequies for years to come.
But while these two ruffians were being
borne to their last resting place, two
other murders occurred, which will fill
the cells left vacant by McGloin and Ma
jone last Friday. 1t has been u week of
terrible experiences and anxiety, which
will make March memorable for long
time to come.
We are now in the midst of q violent
revolution on the subject of milk. 1t is
true that milk is an article unknown,
except by name, to the average citizen.
If you should ask any adult, male or fe-
male, the color Of milk, the reply would
be "blue," or eight brown" Such a
thing as white milk only lives among
The traditions, and the fool who would
venture to assert it was white would he
denounced as an A l Ear or an escaped
unatic. The farmers in the interior of
'he State furnish pure milk, as tested by
1he lactorneter, at three cents d quart;
5ils r. brought down in cans to the rail
road depot, where it is taken by the New
Iork dealers, and by the time il reaches
the consumers in Gotham it is retaied at
ten cents, one half of it being water, and
not very good wafer at that. The profits
are enormous-a quart of milk for which
they pay three cents to the farmer brings
them twenty cents, for merely the trouble
Of delivery: and now the farmers have