Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-08-12
A SUNDAY IN PITTsBURG.
Story of Enforcing the Sunday Law as
Recalled by Commercial Traveller.

Story of Enforcing the Sunday Law as
Recalled by n Commercial Traveller.
From the Cincinnati Commercial Gazette.1
81 have been in a good many towns where
the Sunday closing law is in yogue-that Is,
where 1t is supposed to be in force-but have
not run across place yet where it is SO strictly
observed as In Pittsburg. 1 was there about a
year ago, and struck the city on Saturday
afternoon. 1 had been travelling for two DAYS
and was pretty uired, ard as soon as reached
the hotel threw myself on my bed and slept
soundly. When l awoke bright Sunday sun
was beaming its brilliant rays through the lat
tlce OF the windows. 1 arose and peeped
through the crevices, and was surprised to find
the air as clear as bell. You know L always
had an idea that Pittsburg was the dIrtiest
city in the country, but had forgotten about
the natural gas having been introduced some
time previous
After breakfast l sauntered out toward
Penn avenue and stopped at cigar store to
satisfy my early morning craving for good
Havana l turned the knob, but found the
combination did not work. was not thinking
OF the law at the time, and supposed the pro-
prietor had gone to church and locked the
store before going, A few more attempts at
different places were as successful as the FIRST,
and then all at once remembered the Sunday
ordinance. But was not in the least daunted.
as thought to myself that 1t would be funny
thing if anybody or law could prevent me from
commenced to look around for side doors. But
there were very few of them, and the ones did
see were closed tight.
Il then went back to the hotel and gave the
clerk the wink, and asked him to show me
where But he told me no place. and was
surprised that did not have supply in my
pocket to last me over Sunday. 1 grew very
desperate at this, and told him must have a
couple If they would cost me dollar apiece.
He calmly answered that it was useless; that he
did not know of one place IN the whole burg
where could buy them at any price. He
sympathiZed with me considerably, and then
went down in his pocket and drew out long,
lanky, green weed which he called toby
and offered 1t to me with his regards lit the
toby, and while putting it learned that there
were numberless detectives going about all the
time. appearing as ordinary citizens. on the
search Tor those selling anything but drugs. If
term in the penil entiary and and an exclusion
from business for period of several years.
Ihe people are vefy slutious. and If attempt
ing to sell, are most liable to be caught by the
trst customer, who is more likely to be de-
tective than any other parsonage.
II stayed in the town another week and did
not learn of one place which made a habit of
selling on the sly on Sunday. For this reason
the city is as quiet as mouse on the Sabbath,
and the churches are better attended. A
pretty sight from the Pittsburg and Allegheny
bridge is the forking of the three rivers, where
the Allegheny and Monongahela meet to form
the Ohio. Taken all in all Pittsburg is a
mighty good town, and since the natural gas
has come in use is as clean as most places
should you go there to stay over Sunday don't
forget to satisfy your persuasion by laying in a
supply OF whatever 1t might be the day be-
fore" A gentleman calling himself common
name be withheld, gave the foregoing valuable
advice to reporter.