The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1885-03-07


On the edge of Brooklyn and divided
from it by narrow and dirty creek, is q
bailiwick called Long Island City. While
it is unquestionably true that some very
respectable and honest people live there
they have never been in a majority
thieves, rogues, gamblern and vagabonds
generally have fourished there like the ia
bled green bay tree, the Mayor the Chief
of Police and several of the Aldermen
being under indictment at the same time.
This week Mr.. Bergh's police captured the
police magistrate, one Delehanty, at a
prize fight, and took him to the lookup.
The surest road to official preferment in
Long Island City is through the prize ring
or the gambling house, and if man is
known to have good fighting dog, or a
frst-class lot of game cocks, there is not an
Office in the city, from Mayor to Constable.
that is not within his reach.
In no place in the world is advertising
carried to a greater science than in New
York. A few months since it was rumored
through the press that the Duo de Morny
had parted with Ais famous picture, the
Glider. Now it became query who could
purchase the Glider. Who was there in all
this land who had spare $3.50, 1000, which
he was willing to put down for the pleasure
of hanging the Glider up in his back par
lor. Vanderbilt could have bought it,
but did not. Jay Gca1d might have pur-
chased it, but Jay does not invest heavily in
the fine arts. If it had been stocks now Jay
might have given you few points up, just
for flyer, but pictures, no. Who got the
Glider, who has the Glider, what was paid
for the Glider? Did the Due actually sell
the Gilder?-these were the all important
art questions of the hour. Some said Reid
had won it from the Due at game of
draw poker, while others said that White
laws father-in- law, D. 0. Mills. had given
the Due 100000 for it. Now D. O. Mills is
a very nice man, gentleman who knows a
hawk from handsaw, bat he like Jay
Gould is not at all infatuated with the fine
arts, and it will be an exceedingly cold day
when he parts with his guilders for the Due
de Morny's Glider or anybody else's Glider.
After the matter had been heralded all over
the United States, and fine art circles we're
driven almost to state of frenzy as to
what had become of the Glider, and who
had bought the Glider, it turns out that no
one had bought the Glider. It was brought
here on speculation by Schause, the Broad
way picture seller, and he has it in his pri-
vate room yet, where it can only be seen by
the elect. Profane eyes are not permitted
to look upon it. Herman Schause looks
mysterious and shakes his head when ques-
toned about 1t. 1t is not sold, it is still on
the market. Who has spare $4,000 that
he is willing to drop on the Glider Walk
up, gentlemen, make your bids; never mind
the hard times; 5000 people out of work
and hungry: who will give $4,000 for the
Glider?
The snow storm in the early part of the
week gave US few hours of the best sleigh
ing of the winter. Harlem Lane was a
sight. Nowhere in the city can you see the
swells as you see them of pleasant driving
day on Harlem Lane. Everybody, who is
anybody, puts himself and his horses on
exhibition. The nabob with two hundred
millions has to turn on one side for sport
ing butcher or a Dutch grocer. While our
most blue-blooded aristocracy delight in
airing their nobility, our solid Democracy
give them to understand that they own
share OF the road. It takes all sorts OF
people to make world, and here you see
them. The sports are always out in force.
and our heaviest millionaire looks good
deal like sport. No matter what his IA
ther was OF what he did, he looked like an
aristocrat. 1t was not till the Commodore
opened his mouth that you sized him. If
he could tpnly have kept his mouth shut,
you might have mistaken him for q Glad
stone or Disrasli; but William h. V. does
not look like his father, as he dashes along
Harlem Lane, aud he always does his own
driving. You might easily take him for the
keeper of a first-class livery stable, or the
of q second-rate race course.
The admission of Geo. ]. Gould into the
Stock Board was made the usual occasion
for tomfoolery and horse play. We pro-
test against hazing in colleges by lot Of
paper headed boys, but here are grave old
men behaving like lot of lunatics, tearing
the clothes from mans back, smashing
his hat over his eyes, hustiing him about
like a lot of street loafers, and acting SO
near like blackguards that you can't tell
the difference. This may be fun, but none
of it for
Yours truly, BROADRBIM.