Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1891-11-28
NEW YORK NOTES.
Fresh Stories and Gossip From the Metrop-
oils.


THE FOOT BALL FAD AND Row IT HAS TAKEN
HOLD OF oorHAx-THE GREAT STRUGGLE FOE
HOMEMADE PIE-BRooKLYN AND rrs wArEl
FAMrSE-NEws FROM WASHINGTON CUT OFF.
New YORK, Nov. &c, 1891.
As write, at o'clock in the afternoon, can
zee from my window the west side trains bring
ing spectators to the Yale-Princeton foot ball
game. They are packed black. and have
been Tor hours. I should like to know what
| serious business in life would draw people 80
strongly as this chance to see eleven youngsteri
kick and scuff1e With eleven other young sterss
1t is bleak November day, little rain which
really ought to be snow is dropping from the
dull brown skies, and the game is not to be
called yet for an hour. But the trains have been
packed since 10 o'clock carrying the crowds
The gates were opened at 1880, and thousands
OF adult men and women have been sitting
out in tho cold and rain ever since. and will
stick 1t out till 4 o'clock rain or shine. Even
dead-head hill. =" the famous promontory over
| looking the field, has gone back ON its reputa-
ton. as the management has rented the heights
ana fenced them in with an admission fee OF
80 cents.
These "fads'' are among the strangest features
OF life in the metropolis. We can all recollect
the yachting fad, ono of the most extraordinary
which ever visited the city. While it prevailed
the man who owned q big white sail boat was
the chief parsonage in the world. 1t was de-
clared by competent critics that no event in the
history OF New York brought ont such feet
and such naval pageant in our harbor % one
OF these yacht races. The excitement was in
conceivable and the rapture at victory such az
would come from the conquest of an empire.
Where are those yachts now and where are the
hundreds OF thousands who cheered the victors2
The boats are put aside for new toys and most
OF the people are catching pneumonia at the
polo grounds.
Then there was the John L. Sullivan fad.
among our Thanksgiving praises let's
be glad that this is over. And so
they go, good or bad, and yet the same
grown men. who will sit for five hours in a No
vember rain to see two groups OF college boys
kick foot ball and then, if they survive, will tho
next year do something else equally sensible,
will never tire deriding their lady friends for
their vagaries in contour and millinery.
BOWLING on COLD WATER.
Another athletic fad OF the day is bowling.
You will see columns about it in the news
papers, and some familiarity of the sport is re-
CURED of those who try to keep up with the
procession. Not to be wholly a social out
cast recently joined bowling club myself.
1t is q very sober affair, made up princi-
pally of Presbyterian elders and deacons
and Sunday school superintendent, with
their women folks" but the alleys are in
a rather unregenerate neighborhoOd under
blazing big saloon. We try to look as re-
spectacle as possible going down the area stairs,
and then we are safely in seclusion till it is time
to emerge. Probably we gave the waiter as
signed to the alleys the most profound surprise
OF his life. The crowd was about as hopelessly
teetotal as ever collected, but Of this fact Gany-
mede was blissfully ignorant. To those who
dropped to the situation it soon grew. in q
quiet way. intensely amusing. There he stood,
In his white apron, very Cdsabianca Of Gam
brinus, waiting for the orders of the hard toilng
and thirsty bowlers. The moments passed by and
the hands OF the clock went round, and there
he stood, calm, patient, respectful, but more
and more puzzled. The minutes became hours,
but there he stood as fixed and idle as a carya-
It'd. till the mys FERROUS assemblage dispersed
without SO much as lone beer" We have not
seen him since.
LINING Up FOR PIE.
But If Thanksgiving day has its great popu-
lar gathering, the preceding day has also an
excited crowd. This crowd is almost exclu-
sively composed of women, though there are Q
few stray men in the capacity of messengers,
who are at great disadvantage. The entire
crowd is engaged in q mad struggle for pies.
heard an out-of-town visitor remark the
other day, my son complains that everywh ere
he is invited they give him confectioners cake,
but tell him New York ladies don't bake -
they do in the country" This is true Of pies
cies are in great demand for Thanksgiving day.
Many OF the restaurants say Bakers pie 5 cents;
homemade pie, 10 cents; but one wonders
what home they emanated from. But there is
certain long established bakery down town
famous for its perfect pies, for which, by the
way, they get dizzy price. The day be.
fore Thanksgiving this store was packed
with close mass Of women, long line of
them before the order desk, but the greater
number struggling to get to the counter and
make sure OF the coveted pastry. The attend
ants were flying back and forth from the rear
room. where were vast tables covered with
piatoons OF pies, apparently enough for the
whole town. There was no attempt at system,
any woman who can catch the eye of an attend
ant boldly demanding pies and getting them If
she can. Stylish women in sealskins and broad
cloths squeeze past errand boys with baskets,
and presently emerge triumphant with their
fiat bundles done up securely between wooden
plates. Strength does not count for 30 much as
skill in the contest and the adroit one who slips
unobtrusively through the crowd and gently
lnslnuates herself into some ones else place
gets awae in fifteen minutes, while one large
and dignified black butler exclaimed despair
ingly, i've been here an hour and half and
amt got nothin' yet and don't know what dey
will say when gets home.'
BRooKLYN's EXTRA DRY.
The poets and romancers have amused them
selves by imagining what the world would be
without water, but never before have we had
their fancies SO wildly realized as this week.
For twenty-four hours Brooklyn suffered true
water famine, and NJ one was anxious for any
furthur proof that comfort, prosperity, and
even life itself, depend directly on a good sup
ply Of this great element Of nature. It was as
tonishing how the famine paralyzed every feat
ure Of life. We have not had such an object
lesson since the blizzard. 1t struck at the most
unlikely items of life. and had the weather
been such as we might have expected in the
latter part Of November the misery and
the peril would have been extreme. For
tunately the air was mild, so that there
was no suffering from the cold weather. But
transportation, bathing the washing Of dishes
and clothing, and, in fact, all the commonest
and most peremptory operations Of society
were struck down at blow. OF course, if the
famine had continued there would have been a
great effort to supply the community by more
primitive means As it was, water began to be
sold in the streets. 1t was a curious applics-
ton of the famous lines Of Coleridge:
.'Water. water everywhere
But not drop to drink"
BY the way, this is not the correct quotation.
but the world insists interpreting the lines
that way, and the ghost of Coleridge will have
to submit, like other beings, to the inevitable.
In view Of Brooklyn's fright our own alarm on
Manhattan Island was comparatively small.
but had not the skies relented and poured
down two opportune deluges Of rain
we should have been by this time high
on the way to frst-class panic.