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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (June 30, 1907)
TTEB OMAHA SUNDAY BEE: JUNE 30, 1007. 1 n i. CONEY ISLAND'S "DAY AFTER" Bine Monday When the Money is Counted Up. WASH DAY IN REALM OF FREAKS Dp Lassitude n Fvery l1e an Fvrm Ikr Rarktri Are Voice less ' I nd'rutatlri la tha Oriental Palaces. NFJW TOnK, June 21-A great deal 1s wrttten Hid said shout tha flaturdars and flllrulsVa mt rnniH Tilan Th mbmmm fnr Lel" 1a ob-ious. Nothing la pvr ssld about Jhl Mondays, and the reason fnr thin la ' i ,.. . . 1 ' if v in u . iii, u m miuT ui 1 1 1 n -trast. they are certainly worth chronicling. The onld cray dawns of Wash Pay Tla ever ft strange acene. On the outskirts of Coney there are imnnniriiu of tin cans, scraps of luncheons, broken bottles which rise In Jagged cliffs, ravines and gorges formed of torn raper and aand. Here end there a bonfire burn aimlessly as some custodian of the property makes a half hearted effort to dispose of the rubbish. Bom of the mounds of this flehrls would, If painted canvas were thrown over them, answer admirably for the background of other seento paths down which rattling rars might bring their merry loads. TTie Her lemlte who has started on Friday night and has Just readied his destination begin to feel as If lie were on his way back, lie looks around resignedly, and then turns his at tention anew to the trio of old ladles whom ha has offered to conduct through the dan gers and dlfrlriiltles of the first plunge. The old ladlca are as much surprised as ha at the lack of allurement. They had heard a great deal about the wickedness of Coney and were not quite sure that It was the snot for them, but. es one rxplnlned, "It Isn't like coming down Saturday or Sunday." The second aald that she had not told daughter that she was going to the Island she spoke as If she meant Blarkwell' but had merely said as it was a fine day she thought she'd make her annual trip to Brooklyn to aee some cousins, not that she Intended to deceive her. as she was In all respects her own mistress but, she saw no reason for argument. The third was more aggressive and In tended to stay as late as 10 o'clock. She wanted to see Coney Island all lighted up and she had just told husband he could take care of the boarders for once. Tliey all agreed they would not go Into any of the "placea." They pronounced that word as If It were fraught with evil earn ings. As the trio who form a major part of the file of Monday visitors emerge Into tha once busy street and gaze about them at tho scene of Monday desolation there Is an expression of distinct disappointment visible. "I don't see anything here," says one. After a moment of dreary disappoint- ligation reveals her taking her forty winks. The other watches for her reatmearance and soon hires a stray child with a souvenir spoon, marked "real sterling," to tend stall for her, and she also disappears. The frankfurter man. as it turns out sfterwaid. Is the husband of the empire gowned lac'y who keeps the popcorn booth. Me wipes the sole remaining eauseg until It shines as good as new. "It lss my lass," he chuckles Joyously. "It wass a goot day, yesterday," ha re marks. "The frankfurters they went very fass." Ha draws arabesques of Oerman mustard on the clean board of his booth. "It was a very successful, a very fine day. There were millions of aausagea and mil lions of people." It wees a goot Saturday, too." Ha peers down the street of Coney. He sees no possible purchasers. He ses no wife. There Is no frankfurter hunger on the facee of the visitors. "I tlnk I will rest myself," he announces snd draws a pipe from his pocket. "Monday, It lss a fins dty, not to make is steady custom, and the only' way to get that Is to satisfy people, lots of the post, card artists down here ain't got no hearts, they think If they take people once It don't make any difference about tha future. They're wrong. Once you see your face on a postcard the more you'll want It there. You'll Just long for It after a while. You'll get the habit, and we all know what habits Is. I've known people to eorae heck year after year. Wives even bring their second husbands. That's what I want, steady trade. I'm satisfied. I'm Just ruminating on my success today and counting up cash." For fear his real may ba mistaken ha adds: "I ain't bargalnln for your trade, either. drinks are served. There Is a young woman presiding over It wno has auburn hair, blue eyes and pink cheeks. She Is pour ing a Whole lot of different concoctions Into one big Jar, the result bring a mixture the color and consistency of a Ppanish omelette. Into this she squeeses a begun lemon, and sprinkles a dry powder on the top. Over It she places an Inscription. "Turkish Dream rrlnk." leans confidingly over the edge of her counter and eays: It'll brighten your eyes and give you the loveliest flush, besldea quenching your thirst. I drink It all the time. Tou Just try It onca and your own wife won't know you." At Luoa park snd Dreamland tha barkers' voices have undergone Strang changes. The high clear notes which rung from spire and portico, like the muiilnes of tha faithful, where, oh, where, are they? The deep bass notes that formed a melodious undercurrent to tha noise of the mechanical Instru ments, the Inspiring baritones wtilch LJLSLoZS At, w- THE BARKERS BARKING OS A MONDAY MORNING. money, but to count It. I go to the bank as soon ss I am rested. One cannot make money all the time; If one did, when would one' have time to spend It?" After which philosophic remark he be comes somnolent In turn. Tha overture to "William Tell" Invites the visitor to what the ' manager, In a momont of bitterness, calls the "Merry-Go-Stuys.' The rearing, prancing steeds with golden manes and curllcued tails that have worked without any vacation or salaries for three years are ready for passengers at the same old stand, but only one small pink dressed girl responds. She Is strapped on and the horses slowly revolve while the manager speaks his mind, giving a good large slice of it to any and all applicants. "I hats Mondays," he announces, "Just a lot of guys that ain't got no money and leave their wives at. home at the wash tubs while they bring ths children down TUB ORIENT AIj UNDERSTUDY, ment ona of the trio says, with the tons of tha optimist: "Oh, you two never ae anything but the holes to the doughnuts. At least lt'a per fectly respectable." "Yes, It's perfectly respectable," they agree, and one adds with fearful glance around: "If we d Just wanted to be respectable we might have stayed at home." As they follow the Harlemlte'p direction and turn toward tha right a trolley car comes slowly along. There Is only ona pas senger and tha conductor Is studying sky lines. And Instead of the "step lively" call tha conductor wavaa a listless hand: "Take Jbur time; no hurry I No cars be hind 1 Plenty of room I" Tne streets are compariiveiy oihiaj. few' tired, aimless pedestrians stroll about. There are a number of blear-eyea ones who are recuperating their strength in sunny corners. A moth-eaten donkey which has carried hundreds of happy children the day before now chews a corner off a Sunday nawapaper and tries to look as If he under stood It. Tha pony who has worked equally hard for tha same salary tries to bits off tha corner of an apple that an arttstto looktng young woman hands to bint, but tha effort la apparent and he has no Satur day or Sunday Joy in tha meal. Rom of tha woman who own booths and who sell pink drink, chawing gum, Teddy bears, postcards and shall spoons are yawn ing behind their capacious hands. They all wear bargain counter calico wrappers tied about generous waists with cotton strings. Ona of them looks across tha Intervening alley to her neighbor and say at "Always kind of enjoy Monday. I got all hat up yesterday in that new ault of mine." "Me, too," aays tha second. Them Em pire gowns are Just tha thing for tha sea-S shore, tha walata look so 'cute rising over the counters, but ma for Monday mornln' and ma wrapper every time. I didn't take Viy 1 imp! re off from Friday night till I o'clock thla morning." ' V After tills confession she duata a left-over ptorn ball with a draggled feather duster and drops out of eight behind tower of chocolate caramels, where a further lnvaa- to sit on tha aand. "Why? Because sand's cheap. If they could eat it they would. What good are they?" Getting no answer, ha answers himself. "About as much good ss one of these wooden horses; In fact, if I had to choose a running mate, I'd take the horse." The postcard artist furnishes a delight ful contrast to this pessimism. Ha ta glad of an opportunity for a Utile quiet gentle manly talk. He doesn't care whether there's money In It or not. He likes a chance once in a while to find out what other people are doing for fame. When you're busy making history yourself you are too apt, ao ha thinks, to overlook tha fact that you have rivala In that pleasing profession. "Two hundred sittings a day ain't bad. Is It?" ha inquires. "That's whst I had Sat urday and Sunday. Of course, if people will move it's their own fault; they can't blama ma. But if they sit as I tell 'em there ain't any artlat I know can turn out quicker portraits and I can show ths goods to prove It" There la only one crumpled roaeleaf In tha postcard artist's path. "If It wasn't for tha fact that one of tha syndlcata'a a no tary and can perform get-spliced-qulck schemes I've no doubt we'd have more'n at0 sittings. But tha eouplea that come get so enamored of each other's looks after they sea the way wa bring out their good points that they want to get married right away, and then, of course, trade's slower, for that only means one card where we had two before; besides, marrying people lakes up too much time altogether. "Still, I ain't oomplalaln.' What I'm after tr-y A . "THB 11WMAN ROULETTE.'' CONEY'S NEWEST SPORT. It's rather a relief than otherwise to talk to people who have the kind of fuces they don't want on postcards." The man In overalls across the wsy Is an artist In a different line. "Ain't much doing on Monday," he says. "You ought to come down some Saturday. All of us cither counting cash or repairing damages first day of the week. Saturdays and Sundays folks take away everything with 'em, even the paint; everything, that Is, but the cash. We relieve 'em that." The man at the rifle range has a similar story to tell. At high noon tha request to be allowed to fire six times at a selection of white enamelled Iron animals and birds Is met with a surly response from tha small boy In charge. " 'Taln't twelve," he says. 'Taln't likely tha place's ready yet. It was Sunday yes terday." After a while tha manager appears. Ha too has a pot of paint and a brush and he dabs while he talks. The scenic background of the range consists of soma purple mountains, pink trees, a blue heaven freckled with a lot of little clouds shep herded by a big one and the happy family of Iron animals moves back and forth majestically over some wonderfully realistic wavelets of sapphire topazy emeraldins tint. "Hundreds of people shot here yesterday, he explains. "Must have been near a thousand. They shot off the top of tha water and the peaks of tha mountains, ona man hit three clouds and there ain't a speck of color left In the entire orchard. They lilt everything and hit "em hard everything but the animals. We did a rush ing business." Stepa retraced lead by a booth where a child la singing out In doleful accents "popcorn five a bunch," and says when you ask him that he'd ought to be In school, but the folks Is sick and he's tendlu' store. He tries to tell how much two popcorn balls will be and offers to wake his father to find out. Then to a bar where soft caught and held the attention of millions of people, where are they too? A wheesy note that Is entirely inarticulate but seems to have something to do with the canvas i-urtuln against which tha owner is propped arrests the attention. The barker smiles faintly and wheeies forth a commentary on his work the day before. He says that Monday is Just re pairing day. Another has preserved a few notes, but midway of the scale his voice breaks sud denly and only a cluster of whistling sounds emerges. "It s no use," he chuckles hoarsely, "why with his voice I couldn't explain to my wife why I had the smell of cloves on my breath." There Is a strange air of lassitude about the Oriental attractions which adds to their reality. The understudies have been obliged to Improvise costumes at a mo ment's notice as the owners, who are asleep, cannot be separated from their clothes without great Inconvenience. Pink striped shirts are worn full length over trousers of Turkey red, hastily bagged Into a likeness of pictured models, while bur nooses are made of anything handy from a tablecloth to mosquito nets. One young man who has a map of the Bowery written all over his face wears a suit of pepper and salt goods minus the coat and Ills red head Is wrapped about with three yards of yellow gauze. As he Is in the middle of an eloquent monologue depicting tha wonders of Aladdlu's palace an hysterical laugh brings him back from tha belief that he Is really Haroun al Kaschld, or aome other eastern potentate. "What do you expect of an understudy!" he asks. "Ain't I doln' the Eastern act all right? I was born on the East Side, and as I wss saying" this considerably louder "ladies and gents. If you'll only Just step Inside the palace you'll find my wife, Fa tlma, who will read your palms and tell you whether you're beautiful, rich or good."' In the restaurant the same Monday at mosphere prevails. Fifty wallers leap toward you and deprive you of hooka, par cels, pttrasola and gloves. Pome hold chairs, others bring lea water and form a frclso of expectancy. The"' on who Is selected for the honor of bringing you codfish balls and milk, puts the Japanese napkin down with a grand air and an nounces thnt there was auch a crowd the day before that there are only those two left. He aleo mentions, quite by accident, that tha people who come on Saturday and Sunday are generous to a fault. In the dreeaing room the maid resents an attempt to pre-empt place in front of tha mirror to powder your nose. "If folks come roun' hyar to powder their noses ss early as thla on Monday, for my part I'd like to know when I'm gwlne to get my work done." She sweeps dispiritedly, as If there was a resignation of her position Impending. "I like Saturdays and Sundays down hyar all right," she mutters, "but Mondays alot got no spirit. It makes me 111 to see people roun'. I get all of a misery Jes' look In at m." Even the chutes man has his little Mon day complaint: "Mother and kiddles' day." he says, 'and the worst of It la that alt the Mnn.w- chil dren are afraid. They dasent do anything. They yell at the chutes and they're scared at the helters and thev're sfml.t of tm animals and they don't wsnt to fight the names or see tho moon or envthtng. Give me Saturday and Sunday children every time." This assertion Is corroborated by a hoy of 12 who is being dragged rhutewlse hv a determined parent. He utters a yell of uismsy st the sight of the water and the tumbling boat. "I don't want to go. I'm 'field 1 told you I was frald. I'm 'frald of everything. I don't want to go down things and up things, and beside I've got a sore leg." At the human roulette wheel the guide points out a husky looking man who Is In the midst of tha rapidly revolving disk holding on to the foot of a companion. Presently both are sent flying at tangents, hitting everything in their way. "That's a pal of mine, lie told his wife he was a sick man and thought he'd coma to Coney to get a breath or fresh air. Ha looks sick, don't he?" Altogethet Monday at Coney la a day of Interest, even ir that Interest is not of the familiar variety. Monument to Pope Leo XIII 1 , """" i: t:..v3S3B.'.i.'S--; ' ff-mm SUM at--.j.-'st-v ,. li tf r r TROUSERS BAGGED AT KNEES rioae Pklladelpklans Chase 'ihclr Pastor Who Was Shy on Style. Because ha appeared In the pulpit wear ing impressed trousers and because his facial lines had Impressed some members of his congregation as "harsh and forbid ding," tha Rev. Dr. James H. Eoob has been forced to resign from the fashionable First Unitarian church, Twenty-Hrst and Chestnut street, Philadelphia. Sunday morning Dr. Ecob preached his valedictory sermon, bidding farewell to what ha termed "a bridge whist coterle-a pink tea party." This and many other rhetorical shots ap parently hit tho bull's eye, for from time to time soma dignified member of the exclu sive congregation would make a hurried exit, nose In the air. Tha church Is one of the oldest and most aristocratic of its de nomination In tha country, and Dr. Ecob Is one of the most democratic of speakers, taking a delight In expressing his views freely on tho equality of man. Dr. Ecob took as tha topic of his fare well sermon the subject, "The Minister of Today," and as his text Matthew xl., 17, We have piped unto you and ye have not danced. We have mourned unto you and ye have not lamented." "I propose to speak with perfect sim plicity and plainness," began the .pastor, without a touch of Irony In his voice. "Every denominational conflict, every ii isL.iMi.mni i ii.ii WW- i: 1 tin -rT-Y' 1 i ' ir . f ' i 1 1 t r l ; . 1 ' ' i i n ii it : ? Ml ,i &u liliiiluiuru, Ul J triu .t 111, 1 I erected In the Basilica of St. John , t 1 1 1 1 i 1 lin uiim vi inn cardinals created during his pon tificate, "ab eo creatl," is the work of tho Roman sculptor, Prof. Gullo Tadolini. It Is situated In a niche in the left tran sept over the door leading to the sacristy. The figure of the pontiff Is In a standing attitude. Just rising from the sedla gesta torla, In the act of blessing. Tho pope's right arm la raised on high, while with his left hand he leans heavily on tha chair. The two lateral figures In white marble represent a pilgrim worklngman and tho church. The latter Is symbolized by a woman bowed down In grief. Her right arm flung across tha sarcophagus Is meant to expresss sorrow at tha pope's death, while the cross in her left hand represents Christianity. The figure of the church rests her foot on the terrestrial globe. The Inscription underneath reads as follows: "Kcclesla Ingemult comprnlanta orhe universo." The figure of tha pilgrim Is shown in a laborer's blouse. He holds a pair of rosary beads in his right hand and on his knees Implores the pope's blessing. The following Is tha Inscription: "Ad pat rem fllll ex omne reglone veneraturl con venlunt." The center of the monument consists of a sarcophagus of verd antique or green porphyry with decorations In gilt bronie and the rlaln Inscription "Leo XIIT." The entire monument rests on a solver archi trave of granite ndorncil with the pontiff's coat of arms and two festoons In bronze that run across the whole front. heresy trial, every parish scandal, every treacherous attack upon a pastor is invari ably Justified and sanctified by tha worn out plea, 'for the good of tho church.' Is It not time that some voice were lifted up for the good of tha ministry?" Symptoms of uneasiness were discernible In aome of the congregation. "Many ministers are deeply resenting the demand of the church for simply neutral, decorative ministry ministry punctilious, ministry that tiptoes gently and graciously at 4 o'clock teas and smiles benignly at bridge whist tables ministry whose pulpit utterances have the quality of what Is known by country people as 'fox Are," a pule, phosphorescent glimmer, the product of decayed wood." At ths reference to 4 o'clock teas and bridge whist, two of tha nicely gowned wo men in tha congregation marched frown-,-Ingly to tho door, while other nmved-flns easily as If inclined to give similar ex pression to their disapprobation. "Many churches, especially those called Important," went on tha undaunted min ister, "want in tha pulpit only this dim, lambent. Innocuous light, tho product of venerable, decayed thought. "Another question respecting ministers is that of salary. The average man, without an Independent lncomo, has no business In a protestant pulpit. 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