The evening world., 1890-06-21

tight in his other hand. He opens tb,
hand enough 90 let Lizzie see II, whereai
she bewails the fact that she hasn't {
bit of coort plaster ms big rs a penny
about her. " but she tears n strip from Z
dirty rag in her pocket and bandaees the
wounded member.
Put down Pete Brown for two pies
and three bottles of beer, " screams Lizzie
to Annie. and the younger of the Butter.
cups laboriously writes in a long. linen.
covered account-book something TO indi.
cate that Pete Brown, n big, g~ood-natured
fellow, is debtor TO the bumboat woman
in the sum of 40 cents.
Pete Browns IL not the only name that
goes into the linen-bound book for the
amount of the cost OF their dessert for to-
days dinner, and when payday comes
there will tie a reckoning. .
AT O'Clock another ringing of the gong
announces hat the dinner hour il over
aud the bumbpat women gather up their
traps and chamber over the side and down
the gangway to the same boat that brought
them off shore. The pie tins ARE empty
and SO are the beer bottles in their cases.
The basket Of notions is also nearly
empty: In an hour twenty dozens of
beer have been disposed of, 100 pies have
gone the way of all good and some mighty
bad pastry, and the sailors have got
many a good dollar in the slop chest.
will they all pay2"
Lizzie and Annie repeat the reporters
question exclamatorily, and as if 1t were
an insult.
1--WE stand by the lads and they stand
by MS" saws Lizzie, with some asperity.
OF, course they pays as sure rs pay day.
I've been n bumbOatwomnn twenty-five
years and l never lost a cent by a sailor
lad yet.
Annie and me has followed the Balti-
more, ever since she went into commits
sion last December at PHILADELPHIA. We
were at Norfolk, Hampton Roads, Balti-
more and Charleston.
My name is Mrs. Robinson and Annie
is Mrs. Clinton, " continues Lizzie, I'VE
live close to the Navy Yard in Brooklyn.
and the boys elected us to be their bum
boatwomen. so the Captain will NOT let
ally one else come aboard.
No, we aren't getting rich. We lust
make a living. So long as we make a liv-
ing and enough to rear our little ones and
keep 'em ut school we don't care. We
buy our stock at wholesale. in whatever
port we visit, going from port to port on
the railway cars"
Arrived again at Joe Mays wharf. the
reporter comes upon n scene far too COM
when n ships in port. Two Young
tars, Just returning from n twelve hours
= liberty" and each carrying more grog
than enough for q load, have got into a
dispute ON the pier. A quickly assem-
bled crowd of rough men encourage
the poor tars. and they lurch
trim, " and one of them sprawls headlong
upon his face in the dirt. He sinks into
drunken sleep Immediately, and when lie
is picked up he looks like q wreck. His
face Is skinned and bleeding and his
clothing torn.
When they return 10 the ship they will
be disciplined.
Life on board ship is not.so very bad,
even for the lowest rank of seamen. A
band of fifteen pieces forms q part of the
ships company. playing every afternoon.
Every Saturday the tars clear the decks
and have a stag" dance, for no women
are permitted on Ii of Uncle Sans
memo: war except as sight seeing visitors.
On board ship. and Edward Mcconnell,
an eighteen-year-old apprentice, 8 feet 5
inches high and weighing 1874 pounds. is
The champion wrestler of the Baltimore's
company, while Davie Downey and
Willie Montgomery can dance o Jig like
al possessed, and Apprentice p. V. Rog-
ers, a Baltimore boy of eighteen years,
acknowledged champion with the boxing
There are ~violins, flutes, picolos. Jews
harmonicas accordions and con-
,ertinas among the men, and some ex-
,ert players, while a fine quartet sings
o their accompaniment, but always under
righteous regulal ion which pipes the
lights out and orders respectable silence
It 0 O'Clock at night.
Willie Montgomery is called Jack o the
Dust by his shipmates. and the official list
las this entry: "Chief favorite, Dog
Baltimore. " and the canine that bears the
lame of his own ship Is petted and feted
~ all on board.