The evening world., 1888-06-30
In A BOWERY EMPORIUM.
ART IS RUSHED ALONG AT A MOST ASTON.
lSHlNG PACE.
Tintype Likcnc.sos Turned Ont singiv or In
Groups ut Finy Cents or n Quarter for
the Halt Dozen-An "Eyrning World"
Reporter Watches n Couple Of "sits"
Dramatic Posing.

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Dramatic Posing.
An EVENING WORLD reporter was walking
up the Bowery one afternoon last week,
leisurely observing the different phases of
life on that great thoroughfare. He had
passed two or three tintypo shops which
boasted the gilt-edged names Of Photo
graph Studio.' Photograph Emporium"
&c.
Grim citizens stood outside, hnlf dozens of
tintypes in their hands. and urged the
passers by to step in and get some of desc
beautiful life-like picters, six for u quarter"
The reporter went in.
The studio. or emporium, was two flights
up, in q back room of fair dimensions. The
photographer was q tall man, with long black
hair, smooth face and rather shabby clothes.
He might easily pass for a poet, solo tenor or
quack doctor. The reporter told him that
he did not wish to be photographed, but
merely asked to spend nm hour in the empo-
rum and watch tho customers. The request
was granted, and the reporter took q seat
where he could see all that was going on, but
could not readily be seen.
The first visitor was nm oast-side dude. He
was about twenty years old. thin and tall.
He carried a swell cane, with a cheap imita;
ton silver handle. He wore u dark coat and
vest, and trousers of very loud pattern. His
tie was bright red, with n bulldog head pin
of brass. He wore plenty Of cheap jewelry
and smoked cigarettes. His hair was very
carefully parted and oiled in the latest Hester
street fashion.
Say" he remarked to the photographer,
Il want n half dozen aw yer photos"
DO you wish cabinets or imperialsp ?"
Didn't tell yer l wanted photos-tin-
All right, sir. I can let you have half a
do zen for so cents or for O quarter"
Whats de matter wild o quarter. An
look here, ! want something right up to the
girl"
After q good deal of fuss and fixing the
process of photographing was got under way:
That is, the photographer had poked his head
under a black cloth which covered the cam
era.
The dude WAS regarding him with o cold
fixed stare. He was standing up, with his
head awkwardly resting in q pitchfork con,
triyanoe, his feet crossed, one hand inserted
in his vest, the other holding his hat so thu
lining would show. .
The tintypes were soon finished, and al
though they represented the young man
they would never be hung in the Academy.
The next visitors we're an east-Hide younl
man and his best girl.
The young man was in many respects likt
the customer who had just left. He was
trifle tougher and not quite 30 loudly dressed
But the grill
She had q rather pretty but harden ed face,
Her figure was more ample than graceful
She wore u big black hat, with green feather
and red ribbons, o black waist and q whit,
polka dot skirt that was not o bit too long.
Her black hair was banged in front ant
short behind. She wore three or four rings
q pair Of paste earrings and q big brooch
Her conyersation was odd.
"Say, Tom," she said, :" WI don't wan
them little tintypes."
1--WE want just what I get" wash cuttinI
Well, heaven knows I wouldn't hav
walked all the way from Bayard street to &c
them things"
"Well, now, Katie, yer playing in big luc
to get 'em." he observed.
But she carried her point in q way. TIL
!, larger size tintypes were chosen, and the
proceeded to pose.
He sat down in the regulation photog
rapher's chair-the kind you never see any
where else. He placed his big hands on hi
knees and looked ~intently at the ceiling.
She stood up with n hand resting on hi
shoulder. the other allowed to drop ut he
side. She gaZed with u~nspeakable an
open mouth at the camera. The photoG
: rapher let her go and the pictures wer
taken.
The reporter didn't wait to see them, bu
3 made his exit fully convinced that for simple
unadulterated art, q Bowery photographer
emporium %purloined the angel food.