The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1896-07-26

reverse their tempers. Their DISPOSE
tionS flop over like patent signals Dur
ing the down trips they had in mind
always the advantages of being at Bat
terry Park. A perpetual picture of the
blessing of Battery Park was before
them, and every delay made them
fume, made this picture all the more
alluring. Now the delights of uptown
appear to them. They have reversed
the sign on the cars they have re-
versed their aspirations Battery Park
has been gained and forgotten. There
is a new goal. Here is perpetual il
lustration which the philosophers of
New York may use to good purpose.
In the Tenderioin, the place of the
aters and of the restaurants. where
gayer New York does her dining, the
cable cars in the evening carry a STRAIT
I'm OF society which looks like a new
one, but it is one of the familiar strata
in other clothes. It is just as good as
new stratum, however. for in even
ing dress the average man feels that
he has gone three pegs in the social
scale and there is considerable evening
dress about a Broadway car in the
evening. A ear with its electric lamp
resembles a brilliantly lighted salon
and the atmosphere grows just a trifie
strained. People sit more rigidly and
glance sideways as if each is posi-
tive of possessing social value, but
doubtful of an Others. The con-
ductor said: ''Aw, go on Git off the
earth!' But this was to a man at
Canal street. Here he shows his YER
satilfty. He stands on the platform
and beams in a modest and. polite man
ner into the car. He moves a lifted
finger and grabs swiftly for the bell
strap He reaches down to help a
woman aboard. Perhaps his demeanor
is reflection of the manner of the
people in the car No one is in a mad
New York hurry; no one is fretting
and muttering; no one is perched upon
his neighbours toes. Moreover the
Tenderloin is a glory at night. Broad
way OF late years has fallen heir to
countless signs Illuminated with red
blue, green, gold electric lamps and
the people certainly fly to these as the
moths go to a candle And perhaps the
gods have allowed this opportunity to
observe and study the best dressed
crowds in the world TO operate upon
! the conductor until his mood is to
treat us with care and mildness.
Late at night, after the diners and
theater- goers have been lost in Har-
lem, various inebriate persons may
perchance emerge from the darker re-
gions of Sixth avenue and swing their
arms solemnly at the gripman. If the
Broadway cars run for the next 1000
! years this will be the only time when
one New Yorker will address another
in public without an excuse sent di-
rect from heaven. In these cars late
at night it is not impossible that some
fearless drunkard will attempt to in
augurate q, personal conversation. He
is quite willing to devote his ability to
the affair. He tells of the fun he
! thinks he has had; describes his feel
ings, recounts stories of his dim past
No one replies, although all listen with
] every ear. The rake probably ends by
| borrowing a match, lighting a cigar
and entering into swrangle with the
conductor with an abandon, a ferocity
and a courage that does not come to as
| when we are SOBER
| In the meantime the figures on the
street grow less and less in number
Strolling policemen test the locks of
the great dark fronted stores. Night
! hawk cabs whfrl by the car on their
mysterious errands. Finally the cars
themselves depart in the way of the
/ citizen. and for the few hours before
dawn a new sound comes into the still
/ thoroughfare and the cable whirring in
its channel underground.