The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-09-07
A LONDON STREETS NOISES.
Record of Weary and Tormented In
habitant of a Days Experience.

| hab1tant OF Day Experience
They assured me it was a very quiet
| 'place," and, believing their report, l
sent my books there, and rejoiced be-
forehand in the possession of den"
suitable for a scribbler whose relations
are lovers of all kinds of music. The
I place in question Is a short street, hav-
4 Ing ten demure houses on either side.
/ which forms a secondary line of COM
( munication between two rather impor
| tant thoroughfares of the northwest.
There is curious and inexplicable
difference between the characters of
these two roads; for, whereas the in
habitants of the one are almost all the
possessors of downright British names,
the other is obviously a part of the
Middle Ghetto, one of those many GASES
Astounding in quails and window boxes
which the latter day Israelite traverses
on his way from the Egypt of White
chapel to the Canaan Of the West End
1t is not so easy to define the dwellers
in the intervening place, which is I'M
known to two out of three cabmen; but
they are obviously respectable rate
payers and possessed of a fine patience,
1t is not their. fault that Struggling
army of hawlsers, organ grinders, street
singers etc. loiter through every
morning; for on no single occasion, so
far as my observa ton goes, has any
member of that noisy, ignoble army
done penny's worth of business with
them Though, with the exception of
the large black, green eyed cat to
whom No ID belongs-he nibbes gera-
mum leaves every day, and that Is why
his eyes are always so refreshinsly
green, l suppose-and the little trotting
boy in red stockings, who belongs to
No. s, none of these worthy people are
acquaintance of mine, / desire to ex-
press my regret that they will have no
further opportunity of studying my
goings out and comings in. For, be-
cause of the abominable peripatetic
noises which prevent me from working
there during the forenoon, I have
sought and found another and I do
hope, more peaceful literary lair.
Here is a plain catalogue of the hor-
rife hullabaloo and dangerous jargon-
ings which occurred this morning be-
tween nine o'clock and noon:
9:10 a. m.-The sweep came through,
crying "Swee-ep!" at intervals of
few seconds. He soon passed, but his
voice was audible here and there and
everywhere in the neighborhood for
nearly an hour after his disappearance.
1t was not to be heard unless / listened
for it., but then l could not help listen
ing for it.
9:25 a. m.--Barre organ No. 1, which |
played when Other Lips" and three
operate airs which l dare not identify. |
This is very old machine.
$40 a. m.-Man with handcart con-
tanning lemons and oddments, accom-
panied by a small boy to do his shout
ing. Fresh lemons, three a penny" |
While traversing this short street he !
repeated the cry twenty-eight times!
Long after he had turned the corner
into the Israelites' road his voice. a YER
liable mosquito of sound, was still aud
ible.
9:55 a. m.-Procession of four dust
carts, and interchange of chaff between
the drivers and a proving cab. l J
didn't object to that.
1910 a. m.--Funereal coal cart daW-
died through. Coal, coal! Large
coal!' was the chant of the coal heav-
err The driver only whistled.
~ % d, lll-<4IltI d IPlFGSulIlR inter- |
val of silence during which I could
hear somebody playing scales on a
broken down piano some where IN the
neighborhood) a hawker of fruit ap- f.
peared. Fine strawbs!" was his ran
cous cry, destitute of vowels and truth.
1850 a. m.-Barrel organ No ., which
played THE Absent Minded Beggar"
DO the owners of the machines that
play this inevitable tune send any por-
ton of their daily collection to the
fund? If not why not?
Hos a. m.-Man selling flypaper
walks through and sings his weird 1T
lie song:
Oh, those troublesome flies!
Catch 'em alive, oh! catch EN- alive,
oh!
Oh, those tormenting flies! i
Catch EN- alive, oh! catch 'em alive {
oh,
The first and third lines are sung, the