Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1901-08-17

every seat in the house. I'VE can't help
IT. protest the managers. sagely winking
the other eye, and that they only smile
sardonically when offered anything less
than $50 for chance to two-bit
show. The New Workers yield supinely to
the roof garden they pay 40 cents for a
glass OF sloppy seltzer lemonade or 50
cents for a bottle of tepid beer just as if
they were under the gun Of a stage coach
road agent.
I'VE take what We can git" replies the
New Yorker, when these facts are men,
toned to him. He assuredly gifts it.
Freaks in Bathing.
The afternoon bathers at Coney Island
got their moneys worth the other day.
The freaks of one of the nickel museums
went on a strike for minimum OF two
meals day and a sufficient weekly honor
arium to permit of their redeeming their
goods from the laundry When the man.
ager. appalled, at this extraordinary temer-
ity on the part of his freaks declined to
come to the front. as they expressed It, the
freaks walked out In body. They could
think OF no better way OF getting hunk
with the management than by going i'm sea
bathing I'm body, thus permitting many
thousands Of Coney merrymakers to see
them free of charge, thereby injuring their
attractive value to the hard-hearted pro-
prietor OF the abandoned museum. So they
went in.
1t was odd to note how the sea water
quickly removed the weird makeup of the
Wild Papuan," discovering him when he
emerged as a pretty neat-looking broth of
a lad from Connemara. The arms of the
"Hula-hula girls from the Marduesas
Islands were at least ten shades lighter
after they had dabbled around in the surf
for while. as We're their faces and thus
rendered natural. they were as tidy-looking
a pair of hotel chambermaids as ever made
up bed lumpily The Circassian lady
with the crinkly pink hair was sight
when she came out, but she didn't care
apparently. Her hair was then straight
as goose quilts and delicate helotrope in
tint. but she had plenty of fun tossing
around in the brine any way. The tattooed
girl wore bathing stockings, Of course. but
the many devices of ink on her bare arms
stuck all right, to the vast wonder of the
onlookers, who, naturally enough, expected
to see them rub off. The ossified man was
carried to the verge with his feet dangling
in the wavelets, and he looked quite merry.
The giant. Col. Kite. looked astonishingly
shorter on the strand than he ever looked
In his full military uniform. In his regi-
mentals Col. Kite would have struck one
as being very little shy of nine feet in per-
pendicularity, but cayorting on the sand, as
he did most elephantinely. he didn't appear
to be much higher than the average six
foot-six cop Of the Broadway squad. Gen.
Crumb and his wife. the dwarfs looked
about the same as upon their public app
pearances, except that the general was
manifestly berry and his pudgy little
awake. The living skeleton" looked about
the same, too, and he f1ercely denied the
imputation Of several Of the beach on
lockers that he was Dan Daily. the come.
dian. masQuerading at Coney for the fun or
the thing. The dauntless and buxom young
woman who had been billed at the museum
as Tone" the peerless charmer OF venom
Gus reptiles" and who had thought notn-
ing Of wrapping the aged, torpid. fangless
pythons around her 'AmaZon form, was oD-
served to betray great nervousness over the
ferocious attack of sand fly.
The manager of the museum relented
when he saw what vast interest the con-
course of folks on the beach took In the
splashing freaks, and when they emerged
from their bath rooms he succumbed TO
their two-meals-per-diem and-laundry-
money demand. so that they're all working
again in their accustomed museum habilla-
mentS.
A Typical Raid.
That raid the other day Of Canfield's
mammoth gambling club In Saratoga, in
which no gambling apparatus Of any sort
was found by the raiders. as they solemnly
reported afterward. wasn't much funnier
than a raid Of gambling house that took
pace here the other night. One OF the re-
form committees reported to the police that
q big gambling plant was in operation on
an uptown street between broadway ana
9Th avenue. The captain of the precinct
looked to be greatly amazed. 1t was really
shocking. said he. and be would see to IL
that an immediate Investigation was made.
Was the agent Of the reform quite certain
of his facts? inquired the police captain.
The agent had cinch he said. There
were many faro tables, roulette wheels.
crap layouts, red-and-black tabies-the
whole thing. Grief was plainly depicted
on the police captains face. Yes, said the
captain, he would send just the right man
down to the place-just as soon as the right
man came in. He was expecting this right
man almost any old time. The agent plead
ed that delay might be fatal to the raiding
enterprise. saying that such thing as
gamblers being tipped off was not unknown
in New York. but the police captain scout
ed the very idea of such thing.
1t was all Of three hours before the police
captains right man happened to drop in at
the station and then the. raid was made,
ty. Eight cops in hurry wagon. with the
right man on the front seat. clattered up
to the door of the big gambling institution.
The front door was unhesitatingiy opened
by an aged colored man. who, as soon as
he let the police In, sat down again and re-
sumed his reading of Fox's Book of Mar
tyrs. turned upside down.
What They Discovered.
The beautiful place was like some ban.
quet hall deserted. There was nobody
around except the old colored man. The
eight cops. headed by the right man, ex-
plored the whole house. from top to bot
tom as the right man stated in his report.
and here is what they found and carted to
the station:
One checker board, tina. looked as il it
had been rained upon.
One somewhat dog's-eared pinochle deck.
Seven tiddledy-winks chips.
Two hours after the departure of the
right man and the eight cops the game was
in full blast at the plant, and the aged
colored man who had been reading from
the Book Of Martyrs was opening bottles
In the wine room for the guests and telling
them how it had all happened. c. L. C.
Early Communal Recreation. i
From the Contemporary Review.