Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-10-04

nurses chatter and yawn, the children fish,
or make pretense OF fishing, with pinhooks
| at the end of cotton cord, just as every
| boy gets his earliest piscatOrial lessons.
| Every now and then a small sunfsh, be-
| guiled by the bread on pin, is yanked out
| on the platform to the intense excitement of
| the little ones and not small amusement OF
| older people, who wink at the violation of
the law. park policeman saunters down
| that way every now and then, and every
boy and girl shyly tucks the fishing line out
of sight, to come forth again as soon
ake the graySeat Awe wts sappfsIhs sh ana ahs
| the custom of feeding them with crumbs
brings them in shoals near the landings:
The other day l0-year-nld girl pulled out
with her bent pin one big enough FOR the
luckless fish Topped around among tne
nurses and babies. Finally boy mustered
up enough courage to take the hook rom II,
and the girls nurse carefully imprisoned ms
f1nship in a paper lunch box. During the
lull that followed this capture and the usual
anxiety on the part OF the fishers to repeat IL,
was just barely rescued from a plunge In & rne
lake amid the screams of the nurses Inc
now forgotten fish in the box
seemed to partake of the excitement, for ne
the cover off, jumped against q
nurses chin and struck the platform direct
ly beneath the draperies of another nurse
who was wiping baby's mouth. A success.
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upon the benches. and delighted screams
from the children, who were now fairly IN
Mysteries, brought down the police on the
run. The fish took advantage of the gen.
eral scare and with two more frantic Hops
regained his native element, the girls came
down off the benches and blushed at the
od-lookins officer, and said "Oh, moth @
ing" One girl suddenly remembered her
infantile charge. Her eyes blazed when she
saw him being dragged along the path lead
ing from the boathouse by another woman;
Tf,ar ~s,,1 rNnH x-1
That's my baby! She's got my babyH
This, from girl of 10 about child Of
was confusing enough to the young o1ncer,
but it wasn't half as confusing as it was to
the woman who now discovered that she
had strange child by the hand, and that
her own offspring was still playing on the
float. She was more excited than the
young nurse who began to laugh hyster1c-
ally. The right infant was passionately
seized by the absent-minded mother and
borne away; not, however, without k1lilng
and rather shabby looking infant she had
taken by mistake.
How the Photographer Works.
The photographer of the poor and
humble used to be man who run q gallery
on wheels. In New York he is now man
who works the back streets very much after
the fashion of an organ grinder. He pays no
rent. He plants his camera in frCnt of
small butcher shop. or shoe shop or notion
store. Then his assistant goes in and strikes
bargain. To protest that no picture is
wanted does no good. The man takes It
anyhow, saying, as a last resort, that 1t
won't cost anything. In a couple of days
the finished picture comes around, and If
you want them you can have them Tor q
quarter" Perhaps in four cases out of five
the quarter is forthcoming. A smart butcher
wagon, or a vain grocers driver, nice
truck team, OF n brace of mules, or q pet dog
they all come within this stealing pho
tographer's business. And on good days he
picks up a neat sum of money.
CHARLES THEODORE MURRAY.
NEW YORK, October3