The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-03-23
FAIRIES
OF THE
FERRIES.
A Morning Scene as the
Working Girls Rush
for New York.
THEIR NAME IS LEGION
THEIR NAME is LEGION
How They Look and How
They Act-only Good Words
for Thenn-A Romance
OF the River.


Jersey City leads the world for pretty
womenp'
This remark was made by stranger
who stood one morning last week on Elk
change Place watching thearmy of pretty
type-writers, shop and factory girls hur-
rying to catch the ferryboats that float
them over daily to the metropolis.
II pride myself said he to SUNDAY
MORNING News reporter. ION having had
during the last ten years an OPPORTUNITY
of studying the respective claims in this
regard of Baltimore, Philadelphia. New
York and of Brooklyn. l have watched
closely for four consecutive seasons the
panorama of human beauty from all
parts of the nation moving along the great
five-nliie stretch of board walk that lines
Atldntic City's coast, and have studied
and compared the respective merits OF
the monied beauties at Long Branch with
those of the orthodox beach stroIlers at
Ocean Grove and Asbury Park; but no
where have | observed the uniformly
superb and matchiess style of beauty and
grace that characterizes this army of
toilers | have watched every morning
from Taylors Hotel during my stay Of
one week. L. is absolutely revelation
j confess to you, the speaker said, as
ne caught the reporter by the arm and
made him cross over to the depot nI'm
not stuck on Jersey City. Its crooked,
muddy streets and fiatiron shaped squares
are intolerable. But its women convert
even these evils into a paradise. They
IRE Jersey City's only ornaments, but that
atones for all other defects.
WATCHING THE STREAM
For an hour and half stream of fiir
faced girls and women surged past the
stranger and the reporter. Among the
thousands scarcely an ungainly face
came IN view All were neatly dressed
Eacn wore smile of contentment, and
all appeared as happy as bees in clover.
group of dapper young clerks stood
in a doorway leading TO the pigeon hole
railroad offices above "ogl1ng the witchesi'
and good humoredlY guying each other
for getting left" For If there is one
thing the average Jersey City girl knows
how to do, and do e1fectually. it is to
squelch a. would be masher with a look of
niiRqi2d scorn and contempt OF course
all women will fiirt under certain cir
cumstances, but the shopsgirls in this sec.
ton know q thing or Two. They don't
fiirt with every Tom, Dick and Harry.
They wait till they know something about
him before they reciprocate a glance of
admiration.
THE QUEEN OF THEM ALL.
by Jovep' suddenly exclaimed one of
the dapper young clerks, stroking an i'm
aginary growth of hair that he supposed
adorned his upper lip. Here comes the
queen Of em all. Get on to the style of
this. Say, see her pass here every morn
ing. Now you fellows Just stand aside
just watch me do the mash act"
"Oh, come off, remarked a brother
clerk. i've seen handsomer mugs than
that chrome of yours get left on that
queen.'
The figure that called forth this dia-
logue was unique specimen of beauty
enveloped almost completely in astylishiy
cut red ulster. She wore a neat little
turoan-like bonnet, trimmed with colors
which made an agreeable contrast with
the dimpled rose-colored cheeks. She
came tripping along with elastic buoy
ant step. With body erect, she looked
neither to the right nor left, until by ac-
cident her gracefully poised head turned
towards the group of Washers IN the
doorway.
'sAh, hemp The first speaker nudged
his nearest companion, as he cleared his
throat. Il tell you" and he grinned ut
the girl ike monkey. Had he been a
wooden Indian in front of cigar store
the grin would have had about the same
effect SO far as making an impression on
the girl in the red ulster was concerned.
who is she?" asked one of the would
be Washers when the laugh at his COM
panion's discontinue had subsidized.
Dunno was the reply.
Il do" said another. She keeps books,
and does the confidential act for Pine
Street Commission man as private secre-
tary you know. She belongs to a church
on the hill, and two or three social coter-
les. l guess she has mash of her own,
and there will soon be good place vacant
in Pine street.
sTAR-EYED cHIPPIES
- H.
short, bushy hair and jaunty sailor hats,
came pushing hurriediy on to the ferry
house.
aClangr' sounded the big bell. The
crowd moved faster. The star-eyed
chippies brushed against the Washers in
q rush for the boat.
"Whewi see the chippies fly" The I'M
SQuelched masher made an effort TO re-
cover from his confusion, while his con-
panions recovered from the collision.
"Oh, you 60 sit OF tack. You couldn't
mash soft potatoes and another star
eyed witch gave him a look, as she bur.
riedly brushed past, that would have pull
verified an Egyptian mummy
SOFT AND HARD HEARTS.
Come, Mamie; hurry up. Didn't you
hear the bell? We don't want TO miss
this boat.n
BOAT or no boat, I'm going to buy a
pencil from that poor old man. | want
one, anyhow. How much are your PEN
ellis, sir?"
lyon must be flush, Mamie. shrieks
one.
''Oh, whats the diff Only five crullers
less at noon. / can stand it, | guess,
and Mamie joined in kind of schottische
rush for the ferry.
A handsome woman with rouge and
powder on her face, and a velvet wrap,
rather turned up her nose at the incident.
sa she gathered up herskirts so they would
not touch the old mans rags.
Hello. get onto this She gets 81 so a
week in hash mill know who she Is,
remarked one of the dapper young clerks.
Il 90 over to New York myself occasion
ally and don't get home till-well, near
morningl' and the group OF dapper young
clerks hurried up the stairway.
CHIEFLY STATISTICAL
"How many toiling women cross this
ferry every nornings' asked the stranger
of the reporter.
We'll, suppose we Investigate. Let's
ask one OF the ticket sellers"
An elderly gentleman in a blue cap and
Hfua clQf h cnaf fpIfa cnt II, ma nf tho an.