The evening world., 1889-12-13

There are also cook-houses, wash-houses,
tin-shop. carpenter shop, whore cabinet
making is also practised; q blacksmith shop
and o bake-shop.
In the latter all the bread used in the
CITY prisons and hospitals and in the insti-
tutions on the Island is baked, and it is Of
excellent quality.
An EvENING WORLD young man tested q
slice of it yesterday. and it was of better
quality than most OF that sold in the small
bakeries around town.
William =. Mcnamara is the Warden, and
under his careful manaGent the Almshouse
Is almost self-providing. He has been in
charge OF the Almshousc AZ Deputy Warden
and Warden for fourteen years.
To reach the Almshouse, the quickest way,
II you are bent on seeing queer sights and
quaint faces, il to go by the little steam boat
Wickham from the loot Of East Fitty-second
street.
putting and snorting. it crosses the tur-
bulent waters OF the East ltiyer and lands
~ ~ 2 auiep lltiie wooden per almost IN front
gloomy soIdity against a background OF
blue sky.
Sloping down from the grim walls of the
prison are broad grass plots, cut here and
jail.
At the edge Of these grass plots is a broad,
level, unpaved road.
Along The road an EyEyING World re-
time yesterday; with the f~ast-iOwlng river
on one side and the "Pen - on the other.
Across the river sounded the hum and
Turning to the right along a path at the
end OF the Penitentiary, the EvENING WORLD
young man went along past the prison
keepers comfortable home. and from this
spot groups OF conYlcts at all sorts OF labor
could be seen; They seemed happy and
cheerful a. they toiled, some d]iggingi
others again like horses, with ropes instead
or harness over their shoulders, hauling
huge masses of rock out of the quarry to the
stone crackers.
The reporter and artist stopped a moment
TO view the busy scene, but a bury keeper
suddenly emerged from a sentry box, and
gruiny cried, Move on there! u and they
Within five minutes they had passed ont
big unbarred gate, in front of which n
sturdy man in, the, garb of u keeper paced
with 4, big club in his hand.
Where are YOU going 2" he asked.
"A pass issued to The EVENING WORLD. was
shown to him and lie stepped aside, calling
On the other side there appeared a proto-
type OF the first man, who, with much APP
parent difficulty. turned the ponderous
lock, and the reporter and artist passed
through to catch their first glimpse Of the
aimshouse in the distance. Five minutes
later they we're IN the midst OF tho Daupers.
NO adequate description can be given in
cold type OF the scene presented there. 4
long line Of old women, all in the same posi-
ton, sat baslung in the bright sunshine in
front OF the building for females.
bnch queer old women as thUy were.
They Bquatted on the Vcranda with their
backs against the wall, aud their knees
Rlmost mp to their chins.
They all wore the same gowns, Of Fonle
dark woollen material, and bingham bon.
nets that came out far enough OH the head
to Keep the sun out OF the old peoples eyes,
And there they sat and clatted, recalling
memories OF their youth aud telling of tic
nimble OF foot. ~ ""N
TwentY-four ont Of twenty-five had nm all.
ment OF some kind. IL il was not the rheuni.