Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1903-03-07

llS ufinAs upon cOfofeG plates, about as
| large as coffee SaucerS, and leaving the
plates on the table until the bill IS Paid.
10 serve as tabs when reckoning time
| comes. The plates are cOlOred according
TO the price of the drink served. and the
price IS also marked on the border so that
there can be no mistake The trouble
with the practice IS that the stack of
| plates IN the center of half a dozen men
seated al table for long conversation
| IL use of these hostelrieS becomes undo
sirahly high.
The Tenderloin is not dead. but sleep
| ing. It IS sleeping so soundiy that moth
ing but the trumpet Of Tammany can
! ever awaken it TO its former gayetv.
| Mold IS gathering on the walls of the
! Empire; the trunk of the white Ele-
| plant is limp and lifeless: bats cling to
! the rafters of Cairo where once n
hundred electric lights glOwed; Little
| Hungary" is closed and has become
| rlotng place for rats. Twenty-eighth
| and Iwenty-ninth streets, once brilliantly
| Illuminated corridors connecting Broad
| way and Sixth avenue, are now as dark
and gloomy as the Catacombs. The men
| who sit on the hurricane decks of han
| SONS no longer rejoice in the fat double
/ fares tossed them by the merry revelers
| of the night.
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Seventh district municipal court as de-
PENDANT in a suit brought against him
4 by a New York law firm for stopping
| payment on a draft for $50 in favor
of Jacob Owens. better known as doc"
! The earl said he mad wired his London
! bankers to stop payment because Owens
| picture was in the rogues' gallery The
| draft was given on board the steamer
! Pretoria last December to Jacob Owens
for a gambling debt. The earl has al
ways paid his debts on honor, and
wouldn't repudiate a loss even to a pro-
| fessional gambler. But after he landed
in New York he learned that Owens
notified his London bankers TO stop pay
ment.
| Marie and Belle Forest, young women
! from Champaign, ILL.,, astOniShed Wall
street by offering to black the shoes of
all brokers for 10 cents shine. The
young women did not take their tools of
trade around with them, but they prom
ised to be on hand with them at a barber
cccShop at II Wall street.
III just tell you how it was" said
| Miss Belle Forest, as she spread out fiji
! teen tickets, fan-shaped. for speedy pur-
chase by gallant brokers in the Consoli-
dated Exchange marie and l came
from Champaign and we had a notion to
start a manicure parlor here. Everybody
seems to get rich in this place. We
! thought it would be easy to earn an
| honest living.
But in about three weeks we had not
at the last ebb
Marie l said one day, when we
| didn't know whether to have dinner or
breakfast-Only one meal a day for us
! I II do any mortal thing rather than live
like these others around here. I'll black
| boots.
well, Marie said. let's black boots
| and now you know it ALL
There was a burial in old st. Paurs
churchyard recently--an incident so
rare these days as to be notable. Miss
Mary White, granddaughter of the
Revolutionary patriot Jacob LeRoy,
was buried in the vault of her illustrious
ancestor at noon. Great canvas shields
were spread over the tall iron fence to
prevent the gathering of a throng, but tins
! served only to whet curiosity. Thou
sands gathered on Broadway to witness
| the strange spectacle burial in the
very hearts heart of New York.
| Fayne Moore, once known as the
queen of New York badger women. has
returned to New York city after an exile
of three years in London. Her husband
W. \. i. Moore, is now in SIM SIM SinG
fer the crime of which they were jointly
| charged. While abroad Fayne Moore
achieved celebrity greater but no less
odious than that which landed her in
the Tombs prison here. She was one of
the beauties of the Gayety Theater in
London and won the love of young
| English nobleman. She applied for d.
vOrce from her imprisoned husband a few
months ago, presumably to marry the
prig of gentility. Moore bitterly resents
her desertion and it is said a reconcilia-
ton may follow.
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