The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1907-10-12
NEW ORLEANS LETTER.
"Don't Believe all You Read in the Pa
persg' ADVISES Knowing street
Car Conductor-Cold Wave Fails
to Arrive on Schedule Time.
New Orleans, La, Oct. 9, 1sO7.
star r,orresnondanca Of nh, Chief


asked three officers of the law in sue
eession to direct me to certain well.
known hair dresser S establishment in
the vicinity of Canal street. and was
finally compelled to appeal to an
everyday citizen for the required in
formation. The other morning
boarded Prytania car and as ]
handed my fare to the conductor |
said to him: when is your general
transfer system going into etfects'
''My WHIcH?" he asked, looking at me
as if he thought was out of my head.
ST want to know when the New Or
leans Railways Company is going to
issue general transfers among the car
lines, - l repeated, with praiseworthy
exactness. ."Oh, We amt goin' to is
sue no transfers. he replied, "who
toP you we Wuz?" "Why, I saw it
in the papers!'' said I. nShucks!'' he
responded in a relieved tone and
grinning with large complaceney,
''you mustn't believe all you see in
the newspapers"
The cold wave that was due here
last Saturday evidently had stop-over
privileges and didn't arrive till this
morning.
Between games at bridge party
one afternoon last week heard a trio
of women discussing the particular
trials they were compelled to endure
in their respective neighborhoods.
"Babies are our complaint said a
rather handsome brunette, YEARLY.
''There are nine OF them in our i'm
mediate vicinity ranging from three
months to three years of age, and
they all seem to be physical culture
fends with special attention directed
towards lung development. The in
fant chorus begins along about half
after-fve in the morning and con-
tinnes without cessation up to our
very breakfast hour. I have sweet
time trying to sleep in the face of that
clamor infantum, and the dear little
distur 5ers OF my peace are so effectu-
ally assisted in their efforts to arouse
the entire neighborhood by their chat
tering nurses and doting mammas that
I realize there's nothing to do but say
goodbye to sleep from the moment
the circus begins tits dogs with
u.s. walled a pretty little matron,
disconsolately, "all sizes and condi-
tions of them-bulls, terriers, poodies,
collies, mongrels- and at various in
tervals during the night and unfail-
ingly at day break the whole collection
becomes involved in deafening dis
putes, bowling, whining and barking
while I lie furiously awake losing my
temper, my religion and a lot of necr
essary sleep. Babies? Well = you
ought to know what it means to be
afflicted with neigh borhood OF dogs. =
The last OF the trio-a sweet, dainty
looking, fufy-haired girl-looked at
the two who had recounted their or
deals, while her bright eyes twinkled
and danced like animated Violets.
s'You poor dears, you,'' she cooed,
sweetly, 'syou don't begin to know
what real disturbances are. We have
a neighborhood of musical fends;
precocious tSelve-year-old at our
southeast corner is learning to play
the flute; family Of schoolgirls across
the way are devotees of the mandolin;
there's Wheezy phonograph in the
house next TO theirs and q pianola in
the corner house farthest from us.
But our next-door neighbor is the
piece de resistance of the collection
she is possessed Of veteran piano
which she attacks every evening at
half past eight. The good soul actu-
ally pursues q system; she is a sort
OF Nelly Bly, of the piano and tours
the world-melodiously speaking in
eighty minutes. As a rule she makes
a start from New York, and, vocifer-
ously pounding out Good Bye, Dear
Old Manh attain Isle, embarks upon
the Sad Sea Waves and lands in
Bonnie Scotland or BY Sweet
Siloam's Shady Bill, or some other
foreign port. From country TO conn-
try she fits playing snatches of folk
songs and national airs in q series of
chords and discords that make you
feel downright sorry for the piano.
Then she dashes madiy back to
America and systematically and geo.
graphically progresses from state song
to state song till she finally pulls up
with Dixie and q grand finale of
Home, Sweet Home. And just think
of it. y continued the pretty girl, plain
lively, that happens every blessed
evening of our lives. Some nights
brother pokes his curly head in my
doorway and inquiries in a sepnlchral
voice: Where is she now, sis9' in
,Jerusalen', Ireply, equally fnnereal
of face and tone. Good Lord, she's
whole hour from sDixie'-here,s
where hike y and out and away he
goes. Babies and dogs? y finished
the girl with pretty contempt, sWelI,
one evening of the musical fends
would convince both you imaginary
sufferers what nice, peaceful neigh
borhoods are yours. That's all have
to say!"
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