The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1886-10-29
SCENES IN THE BOWERY.
SATURDAY RIGHT STROLL THROUGH
A THIRSTY THORoUGHFARE.

concert halIS ana DlfSS -" n sssEecS
Full of Hood1ums-In the Gallery of "a
Theatre.
Under tho stars, the elevated railway
and the electric lights. Colors look brighter
than by daylight. There are no neutral tints
on the Bowery The violet would shrink and
die here unnoticed in the blaze Of the peony
and the hollyhock. From the hues which
adorn the body of the 4tattooed lady" in the
dime museum to those which are Haunted
upon her morally tattooed sister without, all
are of glaring reds, blues, greens and yellows!
A smile blossoms into broad grin on this
high pressure street, a whisper takes on thun-
der tones and friendly greeting often ap-
pears as an aggravated assault.
An undertakers shop, with the grandest
and gloomiest "casket" violently starred" in
the window! The proprietor has stepped
next door to hobnob with the florist over
glass of beer, and under the shadow OF an
enormous floral trophy appropriately marked
"Rest," which is calculated to cause a modeS
and sensitive corpse to shivef with shameful
surprise.
ON THE ROAD TO RUIN
Hoodlums!- female hoodlums, from 19 to
16 years of age, short of dress, long of tongue,
with bangs, bold eyes, tremendous hats and
"Mikado tuck-ups' to their hair. The street
swarms with them and they seem to "know
it ALL" Not wholly bad, perhaps but on the
road to being So Looking for excitement,
aching for attention, dying for dance, any
thing for admiration, any length for COM
pliment. Vanity ruins more women than
vice. The philanthropist who would seek to
save these girls might be met by startling
= question, Do they wish to be saved?
Beer and free lunch galore, attacked by
perspiring and not particular throng. Ten
men to one fork! The red herring, so con-
ducive to thirst, is not popular, the tripe
having evidently borne the brunt of attack.
The cheese has suffered greatly, too. and
looks as though it wished itself dead, which
it isn't.
A "lung tester"
"Try your lungs, gentsl"
What's thats A woman struck by the
proprietor. Evidently his wife, for she sinks
down Oh door step, rubs her arm and makes
no complaint
"You won't?"
"No, John: / won't!"
Another blow. A knot Of people block up
the sidewalk and cry "Shame" No one steps
between them, however. Probably if any
ono did the couple would combine against
polishes it f1ercely, trying to appear as II it
were not conspicuous, which, az Dickens has
remarked, "No one has ever yet succeeded in
doing!" AGO Oh about your business"
The growl seems to como from the nickel
tipped machine The crowd slowly dissolves,
wondering, perhaps, why the woman doesn't
test her lungs by calling the police!
A shooting gallery "Six shots for ten
cents" One man is received coolly here, but
two, if they are acquaintance, make the
proprietor joyful For the two are sure to
compete i'll craftsmanship, and in the excite
ment of emulation take little heed of the
number of shots fired. 1t is an easy matter
to "blow in. Q dollar in q shooting gallery.
A "ToP-HEAvY" HOUSE.
The theatre! 'Last night of Jack Shep-
pard' Cast of Bowery favorites!" Come in!
A handsome theatre, u "top-heavy" house, a
bad performance Let us go up into the gal
lery! Phew! II is packed! "Jack Shep-
pard," Saturday night, the gallery and the
BowCry! What else could be expected of
such conjunction? Many of the boys are
stripped to undershirts. They want action,
these gamins, and care little for consistency.
1t is nothing to them that Jack is escorted to
the gallows by detachment of local militia
in the uniform of the N. G. S. N. Y, or that an
''oak chamber is used as prison, as long as
the gunpowder can be depended upon, the
manacles are the real thing, and the red fire
holds out to the bitter end Sharp fellows,
these gallery boys, too. One of them, sent by
three friends to secure seats in the front of
the gallery, achieved his purpose by lying at
full length on the benches until his friends ar
zived =
Out into the air again, charged with cleo
+ tricity and beer! An old-time gambler, with
his mustache died deadly black. A relic!
Such as he have stopped dyeing, OF have died
altogether. "Dives" by the dozen, down steps
from which arise language and music equally
offensive. Huge posters OF popular and
respectable actresses adorn the fronts of these
places, with the names carefully covered up
Through the swinging screen doors q "fiush"
customer is welcomed, or bankrupt one
"bounced .-.
A Chinese laundry! Five celestials hard at
work, although it is II 80, ironing shirts all
of them, squirting SFatsr from their mouths,
and, as Thackeray has said, without profile
among 'em' Bang A brick is hurled
against the window, but Won Kee is undis-
turbed! He has profited by dearly bought
experience, and his window is netted with
wire.
Twelve O'Clock by the lnmlnaUeQ dlai on
the Cooper institute, which grandly towers
above the sea of frivolity that beats against
its base One more glance down the broad
thoroughfare. But little diminution of the
throng, although it is the moon of night"
The street seems crowned with fire, studded
with blazing gems. And below the electric
lights, that make the pale old moon seem but
faded thing, Edward e. Kidder in New
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