The daily morning journal and courier., 1901-12-02

 Still, it was in Minnesota that a mar gave Garibaldi a big silver dollar wher the organ played Dixie" and that dev il of a Garibaldi strengthened himself up and made a military salute. Ina was an intelligence, was it not? The old man laughed. He saluted. What regiment, comrade?" he asked It was pity Garibaldi could mol speak. He would have said the right thing. He is a wonder, that monkey.
 In the city one has the new tunes There are organ men who believe it is right to take them South and West, but the old tunes are good enough. The old people are sentimental. They like the tunes they know long ago.
 The children like Garibaldi. Ecco! It is not necessary to play the tunes from "Florodora, Home, Sweet Home" and Garibaldi-there is a combination for the cents.
 Luigi took another glass of whiskey Talking is thirsty work. Then he con- fided plan to his audience.
 If Garibaldi is not better, much bet ter soon, well enough to take the road, which is most unlikely, the old-age fund in the savings bank is to be diminished. He will buy ticket to the South. He will take Ida monk" and he will go where Garibaldi may have chance for his life.
 There will be the risk of the journey, but here there is no chance. Such a cough! Such patience! With the little hands on his chest and the eyes so pitt full!
 The little man wept into his whiskey. Even his nearer winked furiously, for he had known Garibaldi. You wouldn't care to have a big new organ, if Garibald must go?" he ask ed.
 Luigi shook his head dismally. Wan dering would be work too forlorn with out his chum, he explained, and there would be little money for him in New York, even if he owned one of the cym- bal-and-drum enormities.
 Competition is too severe here. The public is tired of street music. When there is an organ before ones door, at every hour of the day, one is bored. One feels no sentiment
 Every organ grinder knows the prof itable streets. Most of them follow practically the same city route. As one goes, another appears. Occasionally an organ grinder makes a friend, strikes some ones peculiar fad or association. When he does, he works the mine in dustriously, but such god-luck is rare.
 Where fifteen years ago he would have made $2, he doesn't pick up a dol lar now. Fifty cents is never his aver ages earnings in the city.
 A few grinders strike temporary prosperity The two Italian girls, dress ed in contadini costumes, who have been going around with an organ and tambourines, have, for the last year, been the envy and despair of the other organ grinders. They were out of the ordinary. picturesque. gay, audaclous and they smiled the small change out of pockets, particularly when the pockets were masculine.
 They have made ten times as much as an ordinary organ grinder, but their novelty has become frayed on the edges, and their vogue is declining.
 IlG SIlldll NllO lOllcW tlfc hand-organ about and dance on the sidewalk have also ceased to be a draw ing card, since the public has begun to suspect that instead of being a spon- taneous outburst of childish gayety, the dance is all in the days business, aHd the dancers are hired.
 What the next attraction offered by the hand organ man will be no one knows. Perhaps he has found his limi- tations and must give up the struggle, must take his organ and travel where palates are less jaded and where even organ grinder is welcome re- lief to monotony
 Luigi says that will be the finish of his fellows They must change their profession or hit the long trail. There are too many of them here. The city Is tired of them.
 For him, he and Garibaldi will go South, swiftly, by the aid of the say ngs bank money, Shall it not buy his life? And if even the South does not cure him, there is always the fruit York Sun.