The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1886-01-09

in the afternoon, when body of brol-
ers turned the pit where options of
wheat are sold into prize ring. A
couple of messenger boys were soon
found who put on the mlttens, and after
they had pounded each other till they
could scarcely stand, the brokers passed
around the hat and the amateur Sulli-
vans were compensated for their bruises.
Fights between professional ruflians, in
private houses for money, is just now a
fashionable amusement, and IL is only a
short time since that rich broker in
one of the most aristocratic quarters in
Brooklyn had prize fight for $500 in
his front parlor, between a couple of
professional pugilists, and while tho
affair was supposed to be strictly for the
dclectation of sixteen Of his most init
mate male friends, his wife and three
other ladies watched the progress of the
combat through a key hole, and were
very much delighted with the exhibition,
the loss Of a beautiful picture and
magnificent porcelain vase proving no
bar to the entertainment. Ladies are
now having little bouts in their back
parlors for the benefit of few select
friends, and it is rumored that very
beautiful Fifth avenue belle well known
in society, will be unable to receive on
New Years day, left-hander from
Miss NJ. OF Gramercy Park, having
shrouded her right optic in mourning,
and her beautiful nose being so badly
disfgued, that the best of our local ar
lists can scarcely make her presentable
by New Years day.
The terrific storms of the past few
weeks have almost annihilated the
beautiful beach at Concy Island. The
music stand that echoed with the glori-
Gus music of Pat Gilmore's band and
Levy's magic horn-now stands far out
at sea surrounded by the roaring waves,
and even while l write, it may be
thing of the past. The big hotels are
threatened, and the concourse swept
away. Those who saw Coney Island in
its beauty year or two ago, can scarce
ly realize the desolation that covers New
York's most popular seaside resort.
To the lovers of art, it is matter of
regret that three of the most magnificent
private collections. of pictures on the
American continent are sealed books to
the public. l allude to the great collec-
tions of the late A. T. Stewart, Marshall
O. Roberts and VIM. II. Vanderbilt.
Mr.. Vanderbilt generously threw open
his magnificent gallery once each week
for quite a time till lot of ignorant
Doors violated every principle of decen-
cy, and commenced exploring the pri-
vate apartments of the family. Marshall
o. Roberts gallery has been closed since
his death; but the Stewart collection
has never been open to the public, it
has been conducted with the same mar
row mlndedness as everything else over
which Judge Henry Hilton has had any
control; it must reach the public some
day. If the three galleries were put to-
gether they would form the nucleus of a
magnificent national collection. 1t
rests with three widows to say, if this
shall be done. Let us hope that they
will give it their gracious consideration.
And so we start on New Year. The
weather has been fine all the week, and
the streets full of people. New Years
Day was kept in the good old fashioned
style, barring that in most of the houses
it had strong prohibition flavor. Tea
coffee, chocolate, lemonade and Other
innocuous drinks, kept our young dude:
within the bounds of proprety. The
harvest of drunks was lighter than
usual, and in houses where private
bottle was kept, it was strictly confined
to the older soakers, who were suffering
from neuralgia or toothache: as con.
sequence we begin the New Year sober
ly and in order. Hoping that we may
land at the end of 1886 in no worse con
dition than we begin it.
BROADBRIM.