Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-06-27
OH, WHAT A ROAST!

Delegate to the Ama1gamated Conven-
ton Pays His Compliments to the City
Pecu1iarities of the Streets and Police
Force-A Look at the City by Night.
H. W. Spencer is a member of the Anal
gamated Convention. He halls from Joliet,
Ill, and was never in Pittsburg previous to
the present session of the National Lodge.
Mr.. Spencer is quite an orator and has
figured prominently in the adoption of the
new scale. He is also a writer of consider
able ability. The current number of the
Steelworker, published at his home, contains
description of his first visit to the
Smoky City" written by Mr.. Spencer
himself. He pays his compliments to Pitts
burg as follows:
=, The first thing that struck me was the fact
that Pittsburg has no Streets but an inter
mlnable lot of alleys running in every direc-
plots to given area seems to have been the
leading ambition of the persons who origi-
nally plated the town. can get lost any
time in five minutes; but all person has to
short time he will come back to the starting
point Nearly all of the buildings and side
walks are brick. Their sanitary system is u
strange one in regard to waste water, but to
do justice must say that their system of
street cleaning is worthy of emulation.
Every night all the principal alleys are run
over with street sweeper, and the refuse
cobble stones, and are SO rough that when
riding or walking over them you must keep
your tongue in your mouth or you will bite
It ON Another very peculiar phenomenon
IS the police. He is q different person from
his western brother. By their carriage you
would not imagine that they owned the
United States or even the city. If you ask
question they will answer it ciyilly, or
q RI cInrr hi ar tn
direct you somewhere; and when seven or
eight persons are standing on the sidewalk
and biockading travel, they don't come and
tap you on the shoulder and say move on"
Dut they walk up and stand beside you, and
seem perfectly happy to see people step of
the sidewalk to get by.
had been waiting for clear day to visit
Mt Washington and look over the city. 1t
lies between great bluffs, several hundred
feet high, and Mt. Washington is the highest
point on the-well, 1 won't say whether it is
the east west, north or south, for l cannot
find anyone that knows the points of the
l kept asking when it would be clear, and
the reply was Tomorrow" Finally one
honest person informed me that it was
smoke, and that it would never be clear:
that If wanted to see the city / must go up
in the night. 1 thought that the night was
queer time to see city, but since then
have visited the place, and no words of mine
can do justice to the grandeur of the scene.
A lot OF us took trip down the river Sun
day last week on pleasure steamer. The
scenery Is grand, the wooded bluffs rising in
fantastic shapes and forms, and bright with
different colors. 1t was q scene to rest and
inspire one, and sitting in the bow of the
boat, drinking the fresh air after the smoke
of the city, had the only poetic inspiration
ever felt. 1t was quite shock-about 40
volts, I should judge. 1 took out pencil and
note book, and who can say what might
have been had not one of the boys at this
juncture come down from the deck and
slapped me on the shoulder asking If 1 had
%tobies" STARE are. Burke Burke or r Washar % can % inform form
you. am afraid I shall never have another
chance to immortalize myself, and naturally
my appetite is not as good as usual.