Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-06-21


possessed man that ever lived. The other day
couple of gentlemen, not overly modest
when it comes to the opposite sex, were
walking In the soft spring sunshine In
at once apparent; but 1t is a lovely irregular
country road slSirting Mt. Hope beyond the
magnificent Washington bridge over the
Harlem, and is, withal pretty stretch for
tne amateur pedestrian. 1t appears to have
SO struck walking party" Of young ladies
OF the Lexington Avenue Normal School.
They were rather rather pretty Young ladies
with the glow of healthful exercise ON their
oheeks and fun Deaming from their mis-
chfevous eyes. There were at least 20 of
them. Our young gentlemen we're disposed
to tight shy" but a stone wall on one side
and thicket on the other precluded escape.
The girls made this discovery at the same
time
"Why, there's man." shouted half dozen
feminine voices.
Two of 'em!' cried the chorus
III take the short oner' exclaimed a brace
OF beauties in breath.
The long one is rather pretty; don't you
think so?" inquired big, black-eyed girl,
her head on one SIDE.
70 say our young men blushed and won
dered how long Featherhed lane was is put
ting it mildly. And how the spirited girls
laughed and shouted! Some of them actually
sat down on the grassy slope and wept. But
the running fire Of comment, which now in
cluded the male wearing apparel, was kept
up as long as the young fellows were within
hearing, which was as short as possible.
A Bit of Street Life.
A RAGGED little urchin with one leg and
very active crutch sells newspapers at the
Broadway and Thirty-third street corners.
His incisive style of doing business may be
gathered from a good many sources. The
other day he accosted man who was con-
sulting his timepiece with, 81 say, mister,
man who carries gold watch ought to be
able to puy paper" Tne man didn't buy,
all the same. Then the lad hoped over the
crossing and stopped couple of fellows
who were going into saloon. They couldn't
walk over the little cripple Just because he
was dirty and impudent. He sang out loud
enough for everybody in the vicinity to
hear: Better take paper, sir-only cent
DO yer more good than glass o, beer"
They both laughed and took both. The
boy then went into dairy place, and hop
ping up to the counter with his head on one
side like robin, piped: would yer mind
opentn, an account wild me, mister fur
cents o. milk?', The account was opened, to
day.
Suggestions for Conventions.
THIS is an era of conventions. Perhaps
united convention of the men who run half
a block and up 40 feet of stairway to catch
an elevated train, the women who sweep
Broadway with their trailing skirts, the
loafers who occupy the sidewalk in front of
gougers, the people who hail you with els it
hot enough for you?" the between-the-acts
f1ends and the thousand and one other com
mon nuisances, would be an interesting pub
lie gathering at this season of the year. The
first named might be President pro TEN by
virtue of his peculiarly seasonable form Of,
idiocy.
The Repairing of Jewelry.
ONE of the comparatively unknown
BRANCHES of business in the metropolis is the
rnaf fror of inx Irr- Hah has rakip and
shop somewhere near the re-
tail centers. He may employ from two to
dezen skilled workmen and do an extensive
trade, but he is not known to his customers
and has no dealing with Them for the retail
jeweler is the middle man who takes In the
work, sends it to the repairer's shop, and,
when 1t is returned and delivered to the
owner, scoops in profit on the transaction.
There is such shop adjoining me, and the
shy, brighteyed young miss who acts as q
sort of bank messenger is kept pretty much
on the go among the jewelry stores receiv-
ing and delivering the precious parcels. She
carries these in modest little bag securely
fastened to her person. Sometimes It holds
diamond settings and other
ornaments. These have been OF
are to be cleaned, repaired or polished. The
man or woman who leaves such articles at ,
the store to be thus treated probably thinks
the work is done right there. Sometimes it
1t is not.
Rapid Transit In New York.
UPPER Broadway presents wierd scene
these summer nights. The flare of torches,
the chink, chink, chink of the drill, and the
swinging lanterns above the workmen in
the trenches greet returning amusement
seekers. This labor goes on all night and
continues all day, the day being punctuated
by dull reverberations of the dynamiters
that make the contiguous buildings tremble.
All this is the forerunner of Colonel Dan
Lamonts cable railway. In the lower city
other night workmen are sinking test holes
in anticipation of the rapid transit tunnel.
There is always little knot of more or less
belated people gathered about these busy
fellows in the pits. They pause for a mo-
ment and then trudge along homeward.
Everything else but the streets is shut up.
is open all night.
CHARLES THEODORE MURRAY,