The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1910-07-03

Reno, July 2.-Walk down Cen
ter street in Reno to-day and you
will see things such as have not
been since San Francisco rioted in
its crude youth, when the Floods
and the Fairs and the Huntingtons
became milHonaires over night and
the lust of excitement swept from
Bay Shore to Sand Hill. Such a
spectacle as Reno presents to-day
will probably never be repeated.
This IS the old Vests last carnival
of naughtiness; soberness and re-
spectability are already nudgiug its
elbow.
There are only four main streets
of the smart little city; they bound
a block, and in that one block the
corners Of the earth are met Some
thing naively metropolitan charac-
terizes that block. There are fine
pressed brick buildings; the electric
signs that flash at night from sa-
loon and gambling house nearly ap-
proximate the brilliance of Seventh
avenue and Forty-second street in
Manhattan; the mahogany and mir
Tor glass of bar and gambling pal
ace would pave and light a block
on Broadway. The crowds that jam
the corners at night might well
have been just dumped from all the
theaters along New York's artery
of midnight JOY.
AROUND THE CAVE OF GOSSIP.
Reno IS town of about 1900 normally;
to-day there are $500 more people stretch
100O0, and on Monday that number Will
be increased by 1900 more. OF these 5000
visitors in Reno to-day there is not one
who is not somewhere in this teeming
block some time during the twenty-fOuT-
hour round Of the clock, and after dark
everybody flocks there. The jam centers
about the Golden Hotel. which is the
.1F all na 1rlru aHn
ter of gossip, and the cave of all the
winds that whisper rumor From the
Golden it trays out TO the nifty swinging
doors of the gambling houses TO the
right. the left, and behind the hotel.
COrbett's Brother Pool Seller.
Down the street, in a big room over
Jim Nays place, Tom Corbett. brother
of Jim and san Francisco pool seller
has riggeA up his blackboard and his sell
ing booth. He is the official pool seller
on the fight, and into his place the thronc
eddies TO talk and bet. Across from the
Golden a hy-by-night pool seller from
San Francisco has rented a vacant store
and man with leather lungs stands al
the door and bellows out odds a hall
point better on Johnson than those onerec
at Corbett's.
A broad alley fans out through the
middle Of the block around the edge o,
the Golden. and this is damned from curt
TO curb with hot tamale and frankfurtel
sellers, ring-a-eane men, shell artists
boys hawking TOficial souvenir watcl
fobs." or the three-card monte men
who ply their trade on the top of a col
lapsible tripod stand Everybody IS yell
ing at top register. saloon phonograph:
bray their year-old tunes. the staccatt
click-click-click of the roulette wheel:
punctuate the elamor by each gambling
house back entrance.
Center street and Virginia, a bloel
away. are clogged with automobiles. Fit
teen or twenty are always backed vi
against the curb in front of the Colder
Hotel with For hire" signs on thei
tonneaus: they will take any insisten
sport out TO Moana Springs or Kicks
Roadhouse for $ and bring him back (
he happens TO have another goldpiece il
his sack.
What the Sports Contend with.
The sage brush along the stubby hill
beyond the town is fiecked by thes
flashlights Of night JOY riders. When on
machipe went into an irrigation ditch oil
the way back from Johnson's training
quarters on Thursday night and the tire
bedraggled sports had walked the rest o
the dusty way back TO town they roare'
loudly because the chauffeur had no
returned them their S. after the accident
They didn't mind being dueked so much
but when il came to a gorilla holdin
them up for $ and then not delivering
the goods those sports wanted to know
what justice and fair play there was +
the state of Nevada.
over across the street from the Golde
there Is another institution of sufocate
Reno. This is Thomas eating place
Though Thomas has no more room thai
the space ordinarily occupied by a Goa
room of a Broadway restaurant he feed
them, and he feeds them quickly an
we'll A the noon hour the elite OF tn
sporting world line Up before the swing
ing screen doors at Thomas, and ate
deferentially waiting until the dozen an
more regular divorce patrons have filet
in and taken their places in the widows
Corner," the elite makes a dive. Trucke
River trout at six bits the fin, and
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