The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1905-07-23
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OOrUmg 70 the season 40 vanC0 ,0no eneoOWe
creep over tho top OF tho City Hall, and
the broad steps In the rear begin to look
cool and suggestive OF rest. AR observer
at tho entrance to the County Court House
may then note on fine day curious fit
ting.
The little row Of idlers who have been
leaning against the park ratings under the
trees move quietly over and select balcony
seats on the steps. From around the oor-
ner troops a procession OF mothers with their
BY instinct to the coolest spot In the park.
,Transients on their way to Brooklyn or
jersey stop to note the crowd on the City
Hall steps and presently one or two Of them
will join tho resting throng Before the
OF tired humanity viii have assembled
there a. can be found In any part OF the
town and not until the sun 70 low on tho
horizon viii the steps be totally deserted
A dainty young girl, about to cross
Broadway, noticed at ono and the Same
time that the ribbon Of hor low shoe had
become unfastened and that tho cross
ing had just been sprinkled.
She could not stoop In that crowded
thoroughiare to tic her shoe. especially
as there was nothing to rest, her foot upon;
and she could not cross and Eet her hoes
suddenly she spied . little bootblaok.
Come here. boy she said, tic my
shoelace, please
Without word he knelt and did 90,
and arose in moment to have two pennies
And 90 IL is that this week little boot
blacks have added to the well known cry
Of Shine, sir3' this one; "LAoes tied, Miss'
LAoes tied7'
The Eighth avenue car swung around
the corner into Hudson street and sprinted
up a couple OF blocks. Then 1t came to
dead stop, and while the half dozen pas
seneers watched with curiosity a crowd
about a store front. the motorman and
the conductor dashed across the roadway
and into the crowd which gave way before
them.
Ten seconds later they we're grasping
three cent tumblers Of lemonade, and in
ten more they we're racing back to the car.
The motorman adjusted his controller,
the conductor gave the Two pens aho . tLniey
were hurrying up the street to regain TIMER
Yes eaid the conductor, as he wiped
his dripping mustaohe. that's a fine graft.
III bet that they sell IS worth OF lemonade
to us people alone, and the regulars IN the
when they see us coming. We have the
right change all ready, and 1t takes less
than half minute but 1t lasts half an hour.
aShe seems to be Just back from abroad
said woman, commenting on young girl
who passed her on the walk at Manhattan
Beach. sits odd, but suppose we will all
be bonneted that wey next summer"
The young girl wore an embroidered
Jacket Of white wolfe over white dress.
Her hair was done up in bun, covered with
a net in large squares, and she had on coal.
sclttle bonnet of white straw. ornamented
only with rosettes OF narrow baby blue
velvet ribbon. the ends hanging IN stream
ers and forming the bonnet strings.
"Cigarist' is the sign on the window of a
Broadway tobacco store.
There's specialization for you re-
marked passing citizen. Il suppose the
word tobacconist is too old fashioned for
these UP to date days. Next thing sup
pose it will be cigaretteist and pipeist, or
would piper be more corTect7-
The manager Of an all night restaurant
uptown has discovered satisfying diver
sion to while away the dull hours. During
the hot spell the demand for watermelon
has been great, and he guesses the number
Of seeds in each piece Of melon sold. II he
knows the customer there Is guessing
contest OF at once. Ifnot he will call the at
tention of the cashier or waitress, and after
the customer departs the seeds are care
fully counted.
"We sell, on an average. ten melons a
night" he said, "and each melon Ia cut
into eight pieces. An average sized melon
contains from 900 to l 100 seeds, an eighth
Is-l. L.
make pretty fair guess at the number
of seeds to the piece.
A tall rawboned, muscular man was
arraigned before Magistrate Crane the
other day, charged by his wife, puny and
delicate woman, with habitual drunkenness
and continually abusing and neglecting
her and their children. The man was an
old resident Of Harlem.
What have you to say to this charger"
asked the Ma gistrate.
Your Honor, Judge Crane" was the
answer. Il have known you since you
me for many years. All ask is justice
at your hands"
The prisoner said this In familiar manner
as IL he expected the plea OF old acquaint-
anoe would help his case.
II am very sorry" said the Magistrate.
do you full justice. All can give you is
six months"
The itinerant backyard band is gradu-
ally disappearing, owing to the increase In
the number of apartment houses and the
abolition Of the back tenement. Occa-
sionally one of these musical troupes Is met,
however. and it is noticeable that they
ride up and down town in the subway in
stead Of in the surface cars or elevated.
These bands rarely have among them a
bass drum. The leader Of one Of them
explained this the other day by saying
that while they would like to have drum.
because OF the increased noise and rotundity
that this instrument lends to backyard
music they find that the ordinary boy or
girl cannot restrain the impulse to thump the
drum. It IL naturally rather q cumbrous
thing. and the bearer OF It frequently
finds 1t necessary to lay it down for rest.
The minute he does so, whether he turns
his head or not, some inquisitive kid steals |
up and pokes chubby FIST at the tightly |
stretched skin.
II they can get a drumstick they will |
do so, but they generally can't, and then |