New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1893-10-11
LON don By g CHIT
SATURDAY NIGHT STREET SCENES IN
THE CITY or THE DocKERs.

SATURDAY NIGHT STREET SCENES IN
THE CITY or THE DocKERs.
/ a Break In the Fearful Dreariness That
Marks the Life Of the !, Telling Thousands
Of the East Side of the Great Metropolis.
Music, Songs and Dances.
The memory of a Saturday night in
| the City of the Dockers is like the recol-
lection of troubled dream, for on this
last night of the week the great, hot
streets are filled with the pentup life of
500, 900 houses Zone cannot call them
homes), and all the varied phases of this
hand to hand struggle for existence APP
pear. The decker Is prodigal of his few
shillings on Saturday night, the maxi
mum of his liberality being shown
most often in the public house and on
the catch penny street conjurer, while
the minimum is apparent at the stalls of
the grocer and butcher. But men, WON
en- and children are out on the streets,
and, whatever else it be, Saturday night
is something of break in the fearful
dreariness that marks the life of the east
London toiling thousands.
The people love music. Their inter-
probation of music is rather rough and
! loud. The bass drum of every band that
parades in labor demonstration of
Sunday gets terribly punished before the
day is over, but it commands a great fol-
lowing, and on Saturday night the street
musicians and singers easily gather their
crowds and reap an abundant harvest.
The barrel organ is found everywhere,
and wherever it is rafting out the popu-
lar tDaisy" or ''The Man Who Broke
the Bank at Monte Carlo" the sidewalks
will be crowded, while two or three
couples of little girls dance on the flag
!, stones. $780,, -
Nearly every girl of can dance, many
of them have already appeared in public
at the cheap concert halls, and as one
watches them, hatless, dirty, but with
faces beaming with delight, he does not
know whether to be glad of their Joy or
to pity their hollow present and hopeless
! future the more. Often part in these
street dances will be taken by the older
girls, factory girls, as they are all called
in east London, who are out in crowds
on Saturday night. They are an I'M
tanned, fantastic lot. All wear enormous
hats, adorned with feathers, and train
their hair about the forehead by curling
it forward quite fercely. They are in
tensely loyal to the customs and tradi-
lions of their own ''set," and forced as
| they are to subsist on an income of 6 to
8 shillings per week they are vexing
problem to the east London philanthro-
pist and reformer.
Besides the barrel organs, there are
violins, accordions and any number of
soloists unaccompanied by an instru-
ment Blind women, old men and the
poor wrecks of this awful struggle for
existence here stand at the curbstone
and in weak, thin voices sing their songs.
The restless crowd moves on, save when
! some one more curious or more kindly
than the rest stands near to look or lis
ten. A bent woman, whose thin shawl
was thrown over her shoulders, was
feebly singing some old song in the
midst of the jostling throng around a
public house. saw strong young girl
of IA come kindly toward her, drop a
penny in the little box held by the feeble
hand and then hurry away out of sight.
Happy will the strong young lass be if
the swirl Of the turbid stream of east
London life does not bring her some time
to the place of the curbstone singer. In
deed there is no place that I have ever
seen where mirth and pathos, vice and
virtue, meet and mingle as on these
streets in night like this.
One sees very little begging There is
not much street begging anyway
there's no use begging; the people are
too poor. The mendicant fees Canning
town for the weather. residential quar-
tiers. Of course the children beset one.
The sidewalk artist is sometimes found,
but the most common form of appeal is
from the ragged little fellows who turn
handsprings or stand on their heads for
you. They really do their athletics
very nicely, and there is something SO
appealing and "old mannish'' in their
looks that it is hard to resist then. l
was hurrying through the crowds in
| Victoria docks one night about 10 when
a boy of came out and ran beside me.
relating some sort of verse, thought.
Three repetitions made it clear:
Ha'p'ny won't wit yer,
Penny won't break yer,
! Tu'p'nce won't send yer t. the work'us.
He was evidently working on grad
uated scale Of benevolence adapted to
the abilities of the donor" I believe by
the emphasis laid on the last item that
he estimated me from my gold bowed
spectacles at tu'pence.
The barrows of east London delicacies
abound in the streets where marketing
goes on. The woman who sells cold
picked pigs feet is in fair demand. The
man who retails shrimps at penny
bag gets good trade, but the couple
who preside at the barrow filled with
Cookies and wrinkles" have their hands
! full. The delectable mollusks are dis
played on little dishes as large as .sindi-
vidual buffers" with bit of garnishing
Of parsley, and are eaten with vinegar on
the spot.