The evening world., 1888-11-28
CLEANED IN CITY STREETS.
EVERY DAY HAPPENINGS In BY.wAYs OF
THE METROPOLIS.
The Sad Story Of a MID but Ambitious
Minstrel.

Tbo sac btory OF q Nnld nut Ampittous
Minstrel.
A day or two ago Lew Dockstader was sit
ting in his Office thinking up something new
when a small, roundstaced man entered and
inquired for - Mr.. Dockstader, " with the "a"
pronounced long.
Pm Dockstader." said Lew. What
can l do for you Z"
II come from New Hampshire ex-
planned the visitor, '' and / was reading in
week IN Boston. Now l haven't got money,
but I've got a voice. and ! think that you
ought to share part of that fourteen thou
with me. I've been looking TO get a chance
on the stage, and l thought I'd give you the
first opportunity to secure me-"
The orchestra was rehearsing ut that mo-
ment, and Dockstader, seeing q chance for
fun, asked the New Hampshire professor If
he would mind letting him see what he
could do.
Not in the least" said the man. IF
you have an orchestra here 1 will
date YOU"
Dockstader lod the way downstairs and
around to the stage, and ordered Leader Mul.
laly to do as the gentleman bids you," and
then he started of to call the boys.
In the mean time the aspirant for minstrel
fame had started to sing an aria from q heavy
opera. He mad q cracked voice that fairly
throat.
Pretty soon the crowd behind the scenes
began TO shoot off o miniature cannon and
pound on the floor, interrupting the singer
and causing him to turn red in the face. =,
Dockstader, who stood on the stage, would
walk over to the wings and in a loud voice
would say: Willy don't you keep quiet and
allow the gentleman to sing? He's got a
beautiful voice. You amt jealous of him,
are you ?"
The singer looked at Dockstader in q CRATE
full way and went on.
He had nearly finished his song. when one
of the madrigals sitting in the orchestra,
shouted, Will you never take a Drop"
This was q signal, and as it was given the
young man shot down through the stage out
of sight.
He had been standing on q trap and 1t had
been sprung.
he sank into the internal regions he uttered
maledictions upon the heads of everybody.
Five minutes later the would be minstrel
left the theatre on the strict quiet by the
Twenty ninth street door.
Notes and Sights From a sixth Avenue "L"
Train.
A ride on the Sixth avenue elevated road
from'the Battery reveals a good many enter
tanning sights to q stranger.
From the starting point, at the northeast
corne of the park and South Ferry, there is
one of the most picturesque and delightful
landscapes and marine views In many States.
The Barge Office is an artistic building;
The blue waters of the bay are filed with all
sorts of craft, the big bronze lady with the
torch seems to have come up out of the sea.
From Battery place one catches a glimpse
of shipping and heavy-laden trucks.
In the slip between Pier A and the Iron
Steamboat Company's dock, ready for any
emergency, is the white and swift police
steamer Patrol, with a gilded eagle abaft the
wheel.
But the train is moving along. Before one
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and at Cortlandt street a bevy of fresh-faced,
laughing young women have Just entered the
train, having come from beyond the meadows
in solid Democratic jersey. Dollars to apples
they are going uptown shopping aud will get
of at Fourteenth street.
At Park place one can cast his eye down
the street and see 1t lined with banners. This
is frecracker concourse. From Broadway to
the station it ia II regular arsenal.
oh, we're going down !" exclaims one Of
the Jersey lilies as the train rounds the curve
into Murray street. This is her first ride on
the road.
beers street and thence on to Blocker, previ-
GUS to which the passengers are presented
with an interesting panoramic view of great
red buildings, filled with busy workmen and
statesmen.
Canal street opens up pleasantly. A noun
tain of dry-goods boxes between two build
ings can be seen from the Grand street sta
ton. A big black and white clock hangs In
the window of q safe house
just beyond Blocker street station, before
the train turns into West Third street, there
is offered a peep at Washington Square.
On Third street a fieeting view of pretty
little flats greets the eye. Old-fashioned,
v~ine-covered st. Clements Church merges
into sight, and then the train turns into
Sixth avenue. soon to drop many of its lady
passengers, with much busting and hus-
Ting, into the region Of the handsome retail
dry-goods stores.
Kit Clarke's Banjo, on which He Won't
Set n Price.