New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-05-31

neighbors child, and. with his three companions
he mysteriously disappeared. It was only after a
footsore and hungry, at Liberty Corners. nine
miles from home. Little Theresa appeared to be
dying
Willie shot me-" she sobbed as her brother.
who of the captors. lifted her tenderly
Yes. I think 1 dying feel so weak like
I got tired and said 1 couldn't go any further
Then Willie shot me with his rife. Girls are no
good anyhow he said
The little victim of Willie James was taken to
hospital. and the surgeons. examining her
found that bullet had shattered a hand and
the second had penetrated the abdomen She died
soon afterward The boy was sent to Jail His
mother said Willie has made so much trouble.
never could do anything with him after he began
to read those dime books"
The gangs love baseball, and every block has its
baseball nine game is generally going at all
hours in the day. There is a law against such
games but the police do not seem familiar with
this ordinance. When the pitcher is not engaged
in regular league game he is wont to practise
with rocks, and studies the evolution of the out
by seeing how nearly he can miss the win
dows of adjacent houses. For example, there is an
excavation for a building the southwest
corner of Park-ave and One-hundred -and-seven-
feminist The excavators encountered rocks. and
quitting work in the recent strike they left
mine of variousy shaped stones for boys to prac-
tise with For several days the neighborhood was
treated to a virtual dOwnpour of rocks, every day
and every hour of the day. 1t is the fashion that
stockings this summer should have 'open work
Windows and glass front doors in the face Of the
storm of stones followed the prevailing fashion.
Old women who cared for babies and trundled
them up and down the sidewalks while their young
mothers went to bargain sales were compelled
to
1--WE had four window panes broken in one week"
said Mrs Charles b Mayer of No. 6S East One
hundred and-seventeenth-st, who lives in an apart
ment house directly adjacent to the corner lot
Ever since the exCavatoTs struck the other day
there has been an actual reign Of terror. would
be sitting here in the parlor talking with some
friend who had in when of a sud
den rock would smashing into the room
right past my head. window broken now and
then is to be expected in a city like NewYork, but
four in one week is too much like
Il asked the police TO do something but they
shook their heads and said, oh. boys will be boys
Then we got a Waterman for the excavation who
stands guard until 10 o'clock in the evening. and
after that time the boys find attractions some
where else. Oh, these boys dreadful. Besides
breaking windows they up to every other kind
Of prank. There used to be a heavy board fence
around that corner lot. One night they came, tore
1t down and carried it off. They built bonfire
with it. It's the -hUndred-and- eighteenth-st
gang We dread the most
Only g. block away from Mrs Mayors home,
the south side OF One-hundred-and-sevente
between Park and Lexington ayes. there is
building which might interest an arch-eologist- 1t
is a two story wooden structure whose youth dates
back q good fraction of century and which is, in
all senses of the word, ruin. The house used to
bear silver plate fastened to its Intel with the
figures 12S. The plate has long since disappeared.
leaving behind only spider webbed screw holes.
The windows smashed in, and in the area lie