The morning times., 1895-12-22

with old brOoms In slushy weather. and
hold out their hands. to passrrsby, plead
ing with Voice and eyes fsn q. penny and
hoping that every donation will exceed
the amount asked for. Their earnings ere
small, but in most cases they are sent
out by pauper parents, Wild promptly ana
eagerly squaDder the few pennies they
take home each evening.
Selling parlor matches on market da ys is
also favorite pursuit Of the small boy and
nearly every one who has ever been TO
market knows what it is to run the gaunt-
let of dozen or more of HON kids with big
voices, pushing their ''tlffte boxes for fl
cents in front OF all who have ba asket with
them.
THE HOT LUNM MAN.
The man who peddles hot sausage and
cheap hot lunches around the streets is also
boys and people whose occupations are as
queer as his own, are his patrons. a nd the
money earned by devi~us methods usu-
ally finds its way into his capacious
pockets. So ''- 90 90
His stuff is not of the best, and although
sold cheap, his profits are considerable, SO
on the whole, he has much better time of it
than the usual run Of people who adopt
peculiar ways to earn livelihood.
In the same class with the lunch man Ire
the vendors of clans. crabs and oysters
Theirs is vocation that has become very
popular I'm the last few years, and nowada VS.
hardly square can be traversed at night
without seeing well-patronizcd stand on
wheels of this kind.
The nighttime hackman is an Institution
that deserves special mention in this list OF
queer callings. While OF a legitimate
order, it is probably the qucerest OF an and
the strange things "cibby' sees in the dead
hours of night would fill book with inter.
esting reading. Men OF this class, 1T is 10
he regretted, are not aiwa ysa scrupulously
honest as they might he, ana it is sometimes
a matter for subsequent police investigation
when an unfortunate drunk falls into their
hands. They, as rule, make a pretty
good living. -'--
The very latest innovation I'm the push-cart
line is the book store on wheels. Nowadays
one can stand on corner and wait for a
book and stationery store to come past
instead of getting into street car and
riding downtown 10 make purchases.
Cheap editions of the latest and standard
works are attractively displayed on a cart
built for the purpose, ana the owner pro-
pels his cart silently through the streets,
trusting to the novelty of lis scheme 10
attract attention and sell his goods. His
cart is always literally patronizeh.
OF course, the organ-srInder is al est abb
lished institution, but the profession is none
the less peculiar. tits the popular suppOsi-
ton that the organ-grinder comes to this
country with absolutely no money, buys
his organ on credit. and makes enough in a
few years to go back To his native grass
and buy himself a eountship and a house and
lot. Perhaps this is true.
Along with the Orgafi-grinder comes the
queer old Italian, who resides in that quar-
ter of the city known as Little Italy,"
and whose business il is TO keep those foes
to early morning snmber in repair. His
shop is curiosity, as he is himself, and he
is regarded as an oracle by his fellow coun-
trymen, who make music by turning a
crank.