The herald. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1905-1953, 1915-01-07
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81 walked far away down on the
beach TO the ruins OF an old pavilion
near one corner Of this new private
park-Lun Park. A year ago that OLD
pavilion was standin' up straight. ana
the old style walters was siammln
weeks supply Of clam chcwder down
In front Of you for nickel and calm
you Gully friendly, and vice was ram
pant, and you got back TO New YORK
with enough change TO take a car at
the bridge. Now they tell me that they
serve Welsh rabbits on Surf avenue.
and you get the right change BACK In
the movin' picture joints.
II sat down at one side OF the old
pavilion and looked at the surf spread
in itself on the old beach and thought
about the time me and NOrah Flynn
sat on that spot Twas before reform
struck the island. and We was happy.
We had tintypes and chowder in the
ribald dives. and the Egyptian Scr
ceress Of the Nile told Norah out OF
her hand, while | was waitin' In the
door, that 'twould be the luck or her
TO marry redheaded gossoon with
two crooked legs. and was overrun-
min with JOY on account OF the allu-
sion. And twas there that Norah
Flynn put her two hands In mine
wear before. and we talked Of fats and
the things she could cook and the love
business that goes with such episodes.
And that was Coney as we loved it
and as the hand Of Satan was upon it
friendly and noisy and Jour moneys
worth. with no fence around the ocean
and not too many electric lights to
show the sleeve of black serge coat
against a white shirt waist
II sat with my back to the parks
where they had the moon and the
dreams and the steeples corralled and
longed for the old Coney. There
wasn't many people on the beach.
Lots Of them was feedin' pennies into
the slot machines to see the Interrupt
ed Courtship' in the movin' pictures,
and a good many was takin' the sea
air in the Canals Of Venice. and some
was breathin' the smoke Of the sea
battle by actual warships in a tank
filled with real water. A few was
down on the sands enjoyin' the moon
light and the water. And the heart Of
ME was heavy for the new morals of
the old island. while the bands behind
me played and the sea pounded on the
bass drum in front
And directly l got up and walked
along the old pavilion. and there on
the other side of IT, half In the dark.
was a slip Of girl cryin' by herself
there, all alone.
"Is it trouble you are in now. missT
says l. And what's to be done about
itr
"''Tis none Of your business at all,
Denny Carnahan.' says she. sittin' up
straight And II was the voice Of no
other than Norah Flynn.
Then it's not says l, and we're
after having a pleasant evening, Miss
Flynn. Have ye seen the sights of
this new Coney Island, thenT
81 have says she. Me mother and
Uncle Tim they are waiting beyond.
It's an elegant evening I've had. I've
seen all the attractions that be-
fright We are says l to Norah;
and don't know when I've been that
After disportin' meself among
the most laughable moral improve
ments Of the revised shell games took
meself to the shore for the benefit Of
the cool air. And did We observe the
Durbar. Miss Flynn?
"T did, says she, re6ectin'; but It's
not safe, I'm thinkin', to ride down
them slantin' things into the water
"'How did We fancy the shoot the
chutesr l asks.
True. then. I'm afraid of guns
says Norah. They make such noise |
In my ears. But Uncle Tim. he shot |
them, he did, and won cigars. IT'S a
ane time we had this day. Mr.. Carna-
han
I'm glad you've enjoyed yerself.'
says. L suppose you've bad roarin'
ine time seem the sights. And how
lid the incubators and the heller skel. |
Ter and the midgets suit the taste
IF yer
I'll wasn't hungry. says Norah,
'aint But mother ate a quantity of |
Ill of 'em. I'm that pleased with the
Inc things in the new Coney Island
'ays she, that it's the happiest day
we seen in long time, at ALL
Did you see VeniceP says I.
1--WE did, says she. She was a
beauty. She was all dressed in red.
he was, with
II listened no more to Norah Flynn
stepped up and gathered her In my
rms.
"'Tis a story teller ye are, Norah
Flynn says l. we've seen no more
Il the greater Coney Island than ]
ave meself. Come, now, tell the truth
we came to sit by the old pavilion by
he waves where you sat last summer
nd made Dennis Carnahan a happy
nan. Speak up and tell the truth
"Norah stuck her nose against me
est.
ct despise II, Denny she says, half
ryin'. Mother and Uncle Tim went
o see the shows, but I came down
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