Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1891-04-19
Copyright, 1891, by Edgar w. Nye.l
CHICAGO, Ills,
Toward the Gladstone Spring.

Toward the Gladstone Spring. |
Perhaps no institution Of the great, |
throbbing, chin whiskered west is more
unique or more distinctive than the
Whitechapel club Of this city. 1t Is
bright, CHEEKY little crypt, which is |
reached through a narrow, somber stab |
in the still blacker blaclhness, and soon
10 be called Whitechapel alley, opening
off La Sale street. Inside all is cozy
and bright. You enter by going down
several steps, and find yourself in an
anteroom, on the left of which is the tap
room and on the right the reception
vault or general sarcophagus.
Bright and CHEEKY skeletons hang up
wherever the pleased eye rambles DER
the walls, and blood spattered garments,
torn by the coroner from murdered in
nocence, soften the harsh outlines Of the
bony decorations. Skulls with phos-
phorescent eyes in them stand upon the
whatnots-or whatsnot, perhaps should
say-here and there.
All is CHEEKY and appetizing, especially
TO the weary mind and the tired and
spent brain. Here we see several white,
ghost dance garments from Wounded
Knee, upon which the blood yet looks
nice and fresh. Here is large west
ward hoe with which an irritated farmer
killed several Of his children in an I'M
guarded moment. Over yonder is the
somewhat battered and knocklmeed
charger formerly belonging to Herod's
somewhat morbid daughter.
Many relics, from the early history OF
crime and horror to that of the present
day, are here-here to please, to be-
guile and to perpetuate. Yonder is the
cloven helmet of a Haymarket police
man, and back of it a model of the gal
lows on which the anarchists were
hanged
Comfortable solitude is said to be the
object of the London club, and in this
respect it is doubtless modelled after the
Whitechapel club of Chicago. Solitude,
surrounded by wealth of brass
knuckles, highbinders' knives with fresh
gore on them, freshened each day by the
Armour abattoirs, and skeletons from
which ever and anon a vertebra,
patella or a few phalanges fall with
startling yet sodden PUNK on the dead
ened floor, may surely be found here.
The Whitechapel club of Chicago wa
endowed some two years ago by Jacl
the Ripper for the purpose Of engender
ing a more fraternal feeling toward hu
manity, and also to advance intellectual
refinement and to encourage though
waves. Realizing the uncertainty o
life, he desired, he said, to perpetual
his name in this way. Il might be Gu
down at any time" said he, ''as m
night work, of course, is one of constan
exposure to the unwholesome atmospher
of London. Besides" he added, "ther
is growing feeling of antagonism u
ward me here. Sometimes | think
would like to try the climate of Anne
lea, but | am afraid | would get ru
over and killed by the professions
drunkards who drive drays over Poop
in New York, or if | came to Chicago
might get 'bindged and die of pneI
monia. So perhaps | am as well o
here among friends, suppressing vice an
evading the keen eyed police, as | woul
be in America, where the social evil do
not as yet own the town.
"Do all that you can" he said, :"
make the club cheerful and bright
send by this steamer a gray plaid shaw
stiff with the gore of No. 3. 1t W
make a nice piano cover, think. Cou
you not arrange with the city to COZ
bine your dining room with the CT
morgue, so that rent could be saved al
your dining hall have about it HON
like air which money alone cannot pr
cureg
ri am almost discouraged at tim
when see how slowly | am gettil
along with my great work looking
ward the suppression of vice, but l W