The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-07-17

small And the men who seat themselves
on the sidewalks and draw really good
pictures on the stones with colored chalk
And the almost countless men and women
who go about bearing signs, 4 Am
Blind" or Helpless or Crippled" But
these people make no noise.
However, ] am saying too much about
the people who offer some form of enter
tainment and sighting the commercial fell
lows who make a racket because they have
something to sell They are the ones, aft
or ALL who make the most noise because
they are always with us The milkmani
who is always a big boy, begins his rounds
in early morning AID keeps them up all
day-perhaps because the average house
holder does not use ice and the milk will
not keep. He comes along with is hand
cart, on which a big brass can in the shape
of a short cannon is mounted, with empty
Tin cans hanging around the edges Of the
care, and stops at the area railing.
"Ew OH" is as nearly as ] can describe
his pecliar call ian words. Then he waits
a while, and if the cook does not hear
him, he shakes the gate or rattles his tin
pals. When cook appears he ties a cord
to the handle of a pail of milk and lowers
the pail 70 the area. and cook empies il.
That saves journey up and down the
long basement steps.
"Ah ho!" That is the baker boys cry.
big breadbox is mounted ana in min
ute is off again a the speed of any other
cyclist.
'Hawt muffeens, muffeens, hawt muf-
feensr comes only on Sunday mornings
in time for the late London Sunday break
fast. His mullins look well, but they are
blocks of lead.
Pillow rs: fraish fiow'rsr' is an hourly
visitor, on week days and Sundays alike.
He has pushcart, sometimes a donkey
cart loaded with the most beautiful flow
ers in bloom and in pots. His voice is as
brilliant as his flowers too, and he makes
the street ring. / speak of him in the
singular, but he is to be reckoned by the
hundred.
The old fellow with a knapsack Of glass
on his back. and who cries. "Winders-
mend, Wiudersmendr' as he looks care
fully up at the house as ne passes, is the
window member. Let him see a crack in
one of your front panes, and you hear a
ring a the bell. His cousin, the window
washer IS more stylish and comes only on
order. But when he does come it is with
stepladder and pail and sponge and your
biggest window is polished Ike diamond
in short order Price, 81 a. window.
'Lem's'n orgs, lem s'n orgs" is the
man with lemons and oranges TO sell, who
has an extra box on his cart in which he
carries a young child This is a very COM
and the tinker. with his tipsy cry OF
"Pansmend, pansmend!' are dsreputable,
manipulating fellows. There must be
something about tinIering pans that
drives men TO drink. There are many
thinkers in the London streets. aud they
are always soaked. lie is no USE"
heard maid say about one of the thinkers
the other day; che is always boozed. He
mended a pan for us, and il ran the next
day" To run" instead of to leak is
Londonism.
When you add TO these and fifty more
street cries the continual passing or stop
ping of hansoms, wheelers. grocers'
carts, stages and other vehicles you bring
the total of noises up to a very respecta-
bic point for one of the quietest streets in
London-for it is an exceptionally quiet
residence street thar ] have taken for my
model. OF course. these things may all
he seen and heard 10 a limited extent in
New York. But for one street singer or
organ grinder or other legalzed beggar
there are ten here.