The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1889-10-29
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Prcn the New York sun.
New Yorker who MAS picking his way
carefully i'm tlte pcltin9 rain last Monday
night through the crowded tenement dis-
trict mt Red Hook Poin near the Atlantic
Docks, i'm South Brooklyn, heard the shrill
music of a buglc ring out suddenly at ex-
nrtly . O'clock by the watch. The music
echoed sharply for blocks around. and
brought the New Yorker tn u standstill M
thu Junction Of sullivan and onovc
streets. Right oil AR, the hig wharves Ivy
the river side. Right i'm front of him were
two big rows of tcncmcnts that shelter. SO
the ~neighiS'rs say, nearly 40 tenants. In
every window a light brightly.
making tho building stand ont c~onspic,t-
ous against the black background Of
the st"rms sky. A dozen of the iie
cluster al lights went out together "a
few minutes after the b,lslc +, bundled, and
then one after another tie others went out
was left in darkness. The lights ia other
buildings around about went out similarly.
leaving the New Yorker standing awhile
He walked into a liquor stor,. at the cor
ner ana sought EMBELLISHMENTS.
whats tn" matter with all tn" lights"
'fNctnim'." was the reply; "Larry's
sounded taps that's all"
who's Larry
The hartcndcr's eyes oTs,i,ssi wide with
a~stonishnicut. and he -tar,si al the stran-
/ yer InlI I.tfI - h1ltltttt tN.IttTN Ue IpttfltI HIS
voice again. "WcI. IN liz. blowcd!" hc
blurtcd osit, "Don't know Larry hcigh:
Your ssiucation has been neglected: You'd
better go w the street RICH, oil and make
he is"
Three doors up tho block nj IA. Couoycr
street stood a thrss-stury brick building.
W III an eating saloon ui the ground floor.
Plants i'm pots blo,n.-d on either side of
\ the open door. From th.. sidewalk The
New Yorker SAW three, logs and two green
parrots. playing at "A table. AT whi'h sat "a
slim, WHY built man. with light curly hair
cavalry bugl.. lie. looked atsnlt ~ years
old. His wife was bIstling about the kit
chen. ~cooking steaks at the stove for some
stev.siores VIII" had come in to- get u late
meal.
way in ANSWER to "a question. Yes. I'm
Larry. and I'm the fellow that blew the
bngle call and put out the lights Have
woman in the ncisli'nrh"usl wouid come
i'm here and Civ. me a good LICKING. They
have done IL bcfnrc this, too."
The curly-haircd man WAS Lawrence
Grob. a veteran OF the ,'fs.ili"n. He is A.
years Did. aud almost every day for the
buglc every night at sn'ciock sharply, rain
or shine, and again every morning at cx-
actly q o'clock; He has long horne the
nickname of 1.-The town clo2'k of Red Hook
Point" The orkin people who swarm,
i'm the tencIments around the eating salo IN
and tumble into bed AT night AT taps Will,
the regularity of soldiers in camp.
Larry Grnb is IL son of the lat.. DIR. Mar
Essex street, i'm this city. and the inigl
that has been called his 'clos.k' il one
s,,s a Ire ,, saIr,.a !s %Gsi h %;u ses sn,,y on n a..
First United States Cavalry. He haas still
another hmglc. that is bigger. and lcc.k.sl
when lac enlisted i'm the sixth corps. under
General S'dgwick. on April II. 1871. lie
left the service after Is years. but kept nv
the PRACTICE of sounding 'rcvcillc" am,
"taps" when he opened am eating saloon.
Ever since he moved to Conovsr street,
nearly 10 years ago. ths, tenement dweller-
have been able to dispense. with time
pieces at their homes. aud have trusted
to tho music Of the buRlc to keel
them posted on the tin'. for retiring ana
rising.
Ina clear weather Larry sounds the call
bnsicr at Governnr's island send. back an
answering call. The echo OF the answer
can hs. family heard OH calm nights b,
A fortnight ago Bugl.r Grob was takct
sick aud was unable to blow the usua
rs,.,,.., r. Nv, Mns. lf g"a out again n snI i, WI,
street row boxed his ears in the grocer.
store.
didn't blow that bIgie the other day, am,
my man lost a days work 10y bcin' tw'
hours late at the steamer"
Bugler Grob il not the only one in til
eating house that can blow - huglc nusi
caily. A tall, haxcu-hair.-d maiden. will
big blue eyes and perfectly sound lung
in her trim body. can Civ. the. rcvcillc an
taps just as generously as he. She il En-
] ilin- Grob, the ~lS-year-oid daughter Of ia
. army bIglcr. and u pet OF the Gram
! Army men. For several years. when hc
, fathers Grand Army post mlrchssl Z
lime. slcckcd in "A handsome sailor sal
and carrying "A buglc, WAS dragged in tr
mnph in military wagon at the head q
notes OF "taps" over the famous admired
grave.
Every day ut noon for years she mas
4 tt,. mir RING with "A ltItvl. call That sim