Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-03-10
JERSEY APPLE JACK
At Present in Very High Favor Among
The SwellS of New York.
PROOF OF PITTSBURG ENTERPRISE
Afforded BY the large Number of Banks
That Thrive in This City.
GOSSIP ABOUT WELLKN0WN PEOPLE
rconREsroxprxcE OF THE DISPATCH.


fishing trip will remember how prevalent is
the custom among the farmers of having in
their cellars that traditional jug OF apple
lack" 1t is of their own distlllatlon, and
it is a necessary article in the hospltanie
entertainment of a guest and no well regu-
lated family is without ii; in fact, 1t is con-
sidered a specific for everything savorlng OF
unhappiness. New York clubs are ever
ready to spring something new ior an out
side public to gossip about, and their latest
fad in the drinking line is apple jack
sonrs" 1t is SAID that the Union League
ooprbt tbe idea from some Jersey guests
Who we're invited inside the palatial portals
of this swell circle.
Now the Younger, but none the less swell,
clnbs have taken hold of the ''sour jack, y
tasted and between sips have smacked their
Iins approyingly and voted the beverage a
go" l was recently up at the % A
cIub composed of actors, amateur athletes
ana base ball PLAYERS, and there the hzz and
non of the wine and beer bottles have given
way TO the Succulent "sour jack. II S
wonderful how popular it is, and at one of
tbe leading cafes the orders for it are very,
very MANY, "It is the proper, strictly
nroner'' drink and will continue so to be
until some other innovation in that line is
introduced 10 take its place in the heart OF
the bibulous New Yorker.
The uusophisticated Chicago girl has ever
been the butt OF the efete BoStonlan or New
Yorker. and to an extent which was not
ALWAYS warranted. However, 1 have
one instance to chronicle. Friday evening
I was dining in a well-known cafe in West
Twentv-slxth street when couple entered
and sat Just behind me at an adjoining
table. From their conversation L soon
learned they were Chicagoans, as frequent
reference TO the fair in an exultant manner
told me. She was perhaps 10 years old, and
dressed styiishly with costly jewels. Her
beauty was of the brunette type, and her
face bore every feature of delicate refine
ment.
A PITY THAT SHE SPOKE.
But alackaday she opened her mouth,
which was signal for everybody in the
dining room to casually turn in their seats
and gaze upon the fair girl from the Windy
City, FiCuratively speaking she put her
foot into it. They were going TO the theater,
but at Z 80 mad not vet decided which one
would be honored by their presen3e.
The different plays were being discussed by
the aid of newspaper which they read, and
the light operas, ami grand ones as well
came under the caustic ak of criticism
iron her air lips
''Do YOU like Dixey in the Seven Ages?'"
asked her escort
''No, think he was horrid. liked him
tairlv well in 'Adonis.
How about the 'Gondoliers' for this
evening ?" ventured the gentleman.
"Who are they ?" innocently asked our
Western jewel.
'That's Gilbert & Sullivan latest opera
s'Never heard of it., said she.
A New York snicker went around.
'Did you ever see Mansfield In roper
toire %
"Yes, 1 saw him in king Karl or some
Another suppressed effort to smile by the
listeners, while some had retired for
fear of insulting them completely.
"You would probably like 'Jekyll-Hyde, 30
quietly suggested the escort
"Jekyll-Hyde?' 'JekylLHyde?' why,
who is he"
There was a big rush for the door by the
hal;-fnished customers, while the sweet,
uncultured Western waif with her en-
barrassed gallant sat there masters of every
thing in sight.
George J. Schmitt, of Allegheny, was
here Yesterday. Mr.. Schmitt is an admirer
of fast roadsters, and was in quest of two
horses with which to give the dust to some
of the Forbes street flyers. The two he has
been negotiating for are 'Chester B'' and
"Ben Girl both of which have sped
mile in less than 2:27. They belong to the
Bernard estate, which is being disposed OF
by tine executors. Mr.. Schmitt thinks he
can purchase them very reasonably, ard
take them home to Allegheny.
PITTsBURG AS A BANKING TOWN.
A familiar figure on Broadway, who re-
Gently lived in Pittsburg, is Colonel w. J.
Shaw, who is the husband of the famous fe-
male whistler, Mrs. Shaw. He for a couple
of years lived at the ST. Charles Hotel in
your city, but now he is located here and in
Boston as manager of a mercantile company.
He is very distinguished looking gentle
man who dresses faultlessly, and is one of
those jolly good fellows who always looks
like ready money" in the parlance of the
street. He speaks of Pittsburg in very en-
dearing terms, and says that for social
town he never has lived in but one he liked
better, and that is New York. He is well
informed on all statistical points OF
business, and during my conversation with
him he told me fact which is, perhaps, not
generally known by Pittsburgers. 1t was
that Pittsburg had more banks than any
city in the United States, New York not ex-
cepted. The former has 63-59 State and
National-and private institutions. Chi
cago only has one-third as many, while New
York don't come within ten OF reaching
Pittsburg's limit. This surely is gratifying
to Pittsburg people.
At one time no one in his line of business
was better known to Pittsburg than Harry
Alden. He was recently a resident of New
York with a place in Union square. 1t was
great rendezvous for actors who
were wont to hang around on the
Rialto, when not supporting Booth or
some equally distinguished leading person.
There was strange fatality which marked
the resort, and strangest of all the unfortu-
nate owners of it were ali former Pittsburg-
ers. First came Harry Alden from his
veritable mint on Smithfeld street, and
launched out in the same business upon a
grand scale. He was former professional,
and consequently well known in the histri-
onic realms. He seemingly thrived, and
never was there a paucity of people in his
place In a year or so he sold out to Domi-
nick McCaffrey, who drew, upon his pugi-
listic reputation, a different class of trade,
fighters and athletes.
THE SAME OLD STORY.
Dom also apparently gathered in a
goodly sum of money from the
too, tired of the business and sold out to
Colonel Bob Scott, formerly of the st.
Charles Hotel, Pittsburg. The two classes
of old habitues still throlged the place and
ingratiated themselves as kindly as possible.
In time it resulted in the same old story, as
now the legend For Sale" is tackled upon
the closed doors.
The DISPATCH is now on file ut Engle's,
No. 16 West Twenty-seventh street.
W. ?. DeArmitt is a guest at the Bruns-
wick.
Lententide is now fully on, but there are
devious ways for the disciplinarian to amuse
herself Mallaird's cozy back tSbles catch