The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-03-07
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tain kind of cockney, and it is never by
any chance rampant in the daytime A
young coster, having finished his labor
and completed the joyous ride of Jump
ing on his mother" marches through the
streets squeezing the air from a con-
certina. He is accompanied by a.group of
admiring friends, never less than six in
number. They march heavily, these gal
liant Britons You hear their boot heels
keeping time to the shrill instrument
Now and then they whistle a chorus
More frequently they yell it, Where they
march from, and where they march to,
no man knoweth. 1 know only that their
nightly professions torture my ears.
NO policeman ever interferes with these
jewellers of the night. The bluecoat has
no authority for REFRESHING the ardent
choristers; for the police may not I'm
terfere with the liberty of the subject"
and the liberty of the subject means
that any fellow is permitted to make as
much noise as he likes when quiet folk
would be sleeping
The singing beggars are the most odious
of London's street nuisances. They are
always greasy, shiny, whiny and out of
tune. For the most part they sing HYMNS:
but no pen can tell how they sing them;
no words can convey the utter hypocrisy
of their sneaking manners They are as
bad lot as you could find the world over
They trade chiefly on the sympathy of
the stranger and the credulous towns
man. They trade profitably, too, more's
the pity. One of them died the other day
and left $1,000 cash at his lodging
Begging is forbidden by law. To stand
in the street and ask for aims is a crime
but to shuttle along the street whining
in sharps and flats is to become an indus
trious object. 1t is the law that forces
these impulsive impostors to make a
noise. There is nothing more detestable
lar, in Of has inc
their slow feet along the muddy roads.
rolling their eyes and screening Jesus
Lover of My Soul
After their nightly performances they
repair to low gin shops, brawl and plan
larcenies, which they execute on the way
home. It's wonderful wise thing, is the
law!
As for the yelling vendors of wares.
there's no end of them. Morning and af-
ternoon the milk boys yodel up and down
the residentian streets. Their din is as
frightful as it is unnecessary. Chimney
sweeps go along bawling; sooty men driv-
ing loads of coal in sacks cry till their
Threats crack; men who peddle flowers or
vegetables, or pork pies, kindlng wood
fruit, cats. meat, evening papers, fly
catchers, brooms penny ices or who buy
old bottles, boots, rags, bags and pots
and pans, keep up their shrieks from
breakfast till dusk.
Here is fair days count from a. m.
till midnight; Four brass bands. nine
street pianos, five singing beggars, one
comic vocalist, burntcork minstrel
troupe, dancing bear. led by man with
drum a Punch and Judy show, with
drum, two cornetists, one hend with a
flute, seven milkmen, eleven peddlers two
chimneY-sweeps, two concertina process
sions, and three groups of intoxicated cho-
risters. There is something like one dis
turbance every fifteen minutes for dftpen
hoursi
What wonder, then, that society for
the prevention of street noises has been or
ganiZed in London? IL has not cot much
further than organization, and Il is not
likely to become popular, for the world
loves noise. In spite of nervous diseases.
But the society proposes action. 1t will
first take cases into court There II will in
all probability be beaten. The liberty OF
the subject to deafen his fellow-suhiect
must not be abridged. That is the way sa-
pient magistrates will rule II the society
would slyly bride the noisemakers to stir
their racket before the magistrates
houses-that would be missionary work
The obvious recourse will be to parlia-
ment.
And who can prophesy what parliament
will do? No doubt the country members
like the pandemouium. To them IT gives
proof of metropolitan life. Besides, there
Is no philanthropy in this movement for
the protection of peaceable peoples nerves
There is no chance for glory In putting
the essential bill before the House Of
Commons and there are no votes to catch.
/ fear. 1t may be that the last resort will
be the Maxim gun and the dynamite tor
podo.
At any rate. the only chance that the
Londonor has for quiet now Is to go TO
prison, or 70 leave town. In these resorts,