St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-03-29
BEAUTIES OF REFORM.
Sunday Night Scenes in Minneapolis Un-
der the Reform Admins
tration.
Saloons, Dance Houses and Scarlet Women
Flourish on Sabbath Even
ings.
immortality Rampant Under. This
Hypocritcal sham Called
Reform.

1t was a stormy Sunday evening under
the reform administration. The snow fell
heavily, and caught by the wind was
whirled about in great uncomfortable
clouds. Along the streets pedestrians hur-
ried to shorten their stay in the storm, cast
ing quick glances at the forms of patrol
men huddled i'm doorways. or at one or two
who stood at corners-whitening statues
under the steady snowfall. Some time
since the church bells had ceased their
changing and Ginning. and into each of the
sacred edIfices was a congregation that av-
eraged nineteen in numerical strength.
The reform administration was in full blast
in the churches. and the 29S saloons were
all dark and dreary-in the 'front.' where
stood the somnolent patrolman. the skele-
ton at the flow of soul within. Out
through the tightly-closed windows and
the looSely-cloSed doors hoated the hum
voices and the musical clink of glasses.
and the patrolman signs and clears his
throat. The front door opens and closes
and men pass out and in. but the face of
the patrolman is buried in his fur collar and
he sees none of it. From the cold ana dark
ness without the crowd passes into the
warmth within and joins the odd half hun
dred men who are being deity served by
amia0le walters in linen coats and white
aprons. The glasses clink as healths are
drank and the hours are one by one checked
off until two past midnight. The crowd
thinS down and at length the gas is lowered
and the front and side doors are locked.
while the proprietor hurries home. giving a
CHEEKY goodnight TO the vigilant patrolman.
Two hundred and ninety-eight times this
scene is enacted in Minneapolis. and the re-
form administration goes Serenely on.
Dark are the long stairways OF prominent
huGinpSC hinpl-c and nSnnpiaIl- norl- fhfc
quiet Sunday night, but the young men are
familiar with the way and pass quickly up.
The ubiquitous patrOlman wonders at the
fact and glances suspiciously at the lighted
window in the third floor. But the green
cloth is heavy and deadens the click of the
ivory chips as they fall. The musical
HUSTLE OF CRISP PAsTEBoARD
may be heard in the hallway. but the officer
is weary and rests his head against the
doorway, scarcely moving when crowded
by the next group of young men which
passes him on its upward way. The rifle
OF the dealing box. the click of the chips
and the rattle of the little ivory ball go on
until the night is nearly spent, and one by
their young men in various
stages of financial discouragement
And the reform administration
SAUNDERS on, ignorant of everything but its
own purity. There is a sound Of music aud
the dance. a sacred concert is in progress
where, in less holy days, a variety show is
in full blast. One of the empted beer mugs
might easily be thrown into police sta
ton. but the drowSy occupants are all I'M
conscious. The music surges along and
under its inspiring strains, the fascinating
damsels in scant skirts are kept busily en-
gagged in serving drinks to the motley crowd
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are heard. and as the night wears along
the Bacchanalian revel grows wilder and
the orgies more disgraceful. 4 patrolman
is stationed at the door TO lend additional
sacrednesS to the sacred concert, and that Is
all he does lend. There are other sacred
concerts throughout the city, some OF
which are proper. while others-well,
they are all under the model
reform administration. 1t is near the river.
On a secluded street, this quiet Sunday
| evening. the bright light struggles through
lace curtains and shines dimly through the
falling snow. a dozen houses show these
bright lights and in each bevy Of
GAY YOUNG WOMEN
hold high carnival. They have bought the
right. these houses have. at S52 so month
and secure in the right there is no halt in
the revery as the wine goes round and the
IlDdlu lest OUT Will lulUlOueSl laughter.
Scores of men come and go, looking mar
rowly about them as they emerge upon
more reputable avenue, loOking-not for
patrolmen. at whom they laugh. but for
fear of meeting a chance acquaintance.
This is on Sunday night and i'm Minneapo-
lis and under a reform administration.
All these scenes are familiar to Minneap-
oils and were enacted over and over again,
last night. They are of regular Sunday
night occurrence and are known TO every
resident of the city. This is not a New
| England town, but oh! how wide, wide
| open it isl Does the reform mayor know
of it and close his eyes TO il, or is he so ig-
norant of the charge he assumed that he is
blind to the iniquities of each Sunday even
| ing? Only trip through Minneapolis on a
Sunday evening is necessary TO show the
deceit, the sham, the fraud. the hypocrisy
of this PillSbuTy administration, which
poses as reform, before the church ele-
ment and which is yet wide open to very
shamelessness. Saloons open their doors TO
the best business of the week on Sunday.
even their front doors. Sacred concerts
flourish in si.ful places before the very eyes
of the police and the charms of the scarlet
women are Haunted in the very public face
with impunity. All Of this known to the
long-faced pecksniffs who pirate of the
beauties of this reform administration and
much of it is known TO them through per-
sonal experience. They have been there.
SNOW is the Winter
of my discomfort made yIoriouSf; hy the usa