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VOL. 11. WASHINGTON NAVY YARD It la No Longer Used for the Con struction of Vessels. The Famous Gun Foundry on the Kat tern Branch of the Potomac River—The Old Warship Columbus —A Pros perous and nappy Community. [Special Washington Letter.] While there may have been good Judgment in the selection of a site for Ihe navy yard on the Potomac river, there certainly was no foresight dis played; hence there was a lack of wis dom, no matter what might have been the favorable circumstances of the times, which induced the choice of a point two miles removed from the main channel of the river. The eastern branch of the Potomac is to-day a sluggish stream, bordered by marshes, unsightly, unwholesome, ma larial, yet in the early days of this cen- THE OLD COLVSBOS. tnry it was a river of considerable size, upon which vessels were "floated as far as historic Blndensburg, five miles northeast of the capital city. The navy yard is located at the junction of this eastern branch with the main body of the Potomac. The water is shoal, shoal ing constantly, and becoming almost a morass on account of the neglect of congress to make appropriations for keeping the channel clear. The eastern branch Is scarcely large enough and deep enough to-day for navigation by skiff; although occasionally it rises and floods the surrounding country. Before the war the plant of the Washington navy yard was an exten sive, costly and valuable one. It was famous all over the world for the skill of its workmen and the quality and amount of work done there. It is not generally known, but it is nevertheless a fact, that the second largest warship ever built by the republic was con structed at this navy yard; the old Co lumbus, second in size only to the fa mous Pennsylvania. The Columbus was rated as a 1 la-gun ship of the line, but she carried one hundred and thirty six guns. The Pennsylvania was the liugest wooden warship ever launched in this country, and the Columbus was but little smaller. In 1855 congress au thorized the construction of six new frigates, and all of them were completed in time to participate in our civil war. One of them, the Minnesota, was built nnd launched Here in 1857, a staunch ship of the line carrying fifty-seven guns. Another of those six frigates was constructed at the Portsmouth yard, and named the Merrimac. The latter vessel was sunken at Norfolk by the retreating United States officer?, raised by the confederates, covered with an iron armor, and went forth to shat ter and sink the Minnesota, as well as another frigate, the Congress, in Hamp ton Roads The Minnesota had been considered our crack frigate, but the work done by the confederates upon the Merrimac revolutionized naval warfare. For many years this navy yard wt,s Bn important one, and there have been as many as five thousand people em ployed here at one time, but not since the war. After the commencement of the civil war the place was neglectpd and became a small affair, ceased to be a construction yard, and was turned into a foundry, repair and ordnance workshop. The politician* could do ' '"s THE MODERN CRUISER “CHICAGO.” nothing with it, make no capital out of it, and therefore they permitted it to die right before them, and during a time of war, too. It is but justice to the statesmen of that day, however, to say that the constantly shoaling condb tlon of the river Induced them to cou ilder it tiaclcM to keep ©n appropriating ite Jjea test tel money to keep the channel dredged. If the navy yard had been located at Alex andria, originally a part of the District of Columbia, it would have been bettor; for there can always be found from twenty to thirty-five feet of water clear up to the wharves of Alexandria, only five miles below us on the main channel of the Potomac. The original selection of the site was a blunder. But, despite of all the neglect, and when the other works were permitted to cease opera tions, the gun construction was contin ued. The plant for this class of work has been for many years in a superior condition, but it is to-day the most ex tensive in the country, and the work done surpasses anything ever before at tempted on this side of the ocean. This work has gone on, quietly and un obtrusively, so, that those engaged in the business alone knew of what was being done, until recently. It was not my intention to enter upon a detailed description of the work of this great national gun factory, but rather to speak of it as a part of the de velopment of this rapidly developing city. The section southeast of the Cap itol was formerly known as the Sixth ward, in the days of local politics. It is an ancient part of the city, many of the houses having been built in 1816, taking the place of others which had been destroyed by the British soldiers when they came here and burned the capital. They came over the navy yard bridge, entered from that point, and spread devastation in their pathway. The neighborhood has of late years been settled almost entirely by employes of the yard who have erected handsome, neat and commodi ous houses, mostly of frame. There are pretty little flower gardens in front or back of almost every house, and occa sionally a little patch of garden may be seen where onions, radishes and pota toes are cultivated by the sturdy work men who toil all day in Uncle Sam’s great shops, oiling, trimming, boring, rifling and mounting hundred ton guns; and who handle their little spades, hoes and rakes for recreation in the evening. These Workmen are mostly religious and moral people, the major portion of them being Methodists and Baptists, while there are also a few Episcopalians and Roman Catholics. They constitute a separate village, practically, although they are a part of the great city; and their temperate lives, industrious ef forts, steady habits, would make them desirable in the population of any com munity. There are fewer saloons in this section than anywhere else in Washington, and nearly all of them arc supported by sailors from men-o'-war which come to_ this point, and by the marines, who are located in the marine barracks, right in the center of the old Sixth ward. The average number now employed, in the navy yard is about two thousand, and about one million and a half dol lars are disbursed annually to these people. Not less than a million of those dollars arc spent right here in this city, and the major portion of it is expended in the vicinity where it is earned. This means prosperity, as any business mind can plainly see. Year by year the num ber of employes will be increased; year by year the amount of money to be ex pended will be augmented; year by year prosperity will become more notice able, and ultimately the long neglected section of the city will become more beautiful and inviting. More school houses will be built, more churches erected and dedicated. The old navy yard is practically to-day the national gun foundry. It will never again be used for the construction of vessels. Tremendous guns will be made with all modern appliances for effectiveness and long-distance firing, skilled work men must always bo employed, and that suburb known as Anacostia, across the eastern branch, will blosson as the rose. Whole squares of ground, which are up to this day unfenced and left to the tender mercies of dog fennel, smart weed and low cactus, will be converted into homes for the yoemanry who build up our naval bulwarks in times of peace. There is now before the house a bill for the reclamation of the eastern branch, but it will not become a law during this congress. The proposition is to wall in the lower part of the stream, near its juncture with the Po tomac, and cover the other portion as a great culvert or sewer, thus preventing disastrous overflows in flood times, and preventing, the continuance of marshy, unhealthful flats for several miles along the eastern border of the citj Over this culvert is to be built a beauti ful driveway, clear out to Bladens burgh, and a zoological garden is to be located there. This work will some day be done, and the nucleus for it is to be found in the navy yard. It is also in contemplation to start anew navy yard at Alexandria, for the purpose of build ing warships, cruisers and other naval vessels. This is as it should be. There is where the original navy yard should have been located, and the inaugura tion of anew plant there will prove beneficial to the entire capital citv. It is the policy of the statesmen of this latter day to build up the national cap ital by concentrating government works here as rapidly as possible. With the national gun foundry at the old navy yard, and anew plant at Alexandria, there would be a business boom at each end of this district which would soon become manifest in new homes on all our hillsides. Smith D. Fry. A I.atler Day Proverb. “ Be sure you're right, then go ahead," Is what old Davy Crockett said, But this will boat that out of eight— Jut gtl ahead, sod you'll be rlghu •■Brwmy# i4fe> BAY ST. LOUIS, MISS., SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 4, 1893. TA-RA-RA-BOOM-DE-AYEI Alex. Sweet Sees Lottie Collins In Her Great Dance. What He Think! of the English Fairy •net Her ‘‘Art**—Reform in Police Cir cle*—Abolishment of the Hick ory Club. [Special New York Letter.] HERE is every HWaaf reason to be- In lieve that danc- V ing and singing l SbftuWtl' are no means J§B& modern institu ilTOS!!^^r' r tions. For some thousands of years in the early history of the world danc ing was exclusively a religious cere mony. The dancing of David before the ark has frequently been quoted, and many commentators express the opin ion that each psalm was accompanied by a distinct dance. St. Vitus, also, danced. Our American Indians have their ghost dances which consist of a wild, grotesque series of leaps and con tortions to the weird music of a dirge like mournful chant. It is not at all like the dance described by an old Eng lish poet: “ A line sweet earthquake gently moved By the soft wind ot whispering silks.” These preliminary remarks on danc ing are caused by my having been to see the great and only Lottie Collins. For months the atmosphere of Man hattan island has been saturated, so to speak, with “Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-aye.” With the possible exception of those who are so fortunate as to be deaf the residents of New York have been obliged to listen to the dreadful re frain. It is whistled by boys on the streets, twisted by the tail, as it were, out of hand organs, pounded on innum erable pianos, to say nothing of brass bands. When balmy sleep seeks to woo the drowsy eyelids the aforesaid balmy sleep is disturbed by some belated re veler trying, with whisky-laden breath, to warble the familiar strain. This has been going on ever since Miss Lottie Collins, and her husband, Mr. Cooney, were injudiciously released from quar antine. At last my curiosity was aroused, so I went to the Standard theater where Miss Collins was adver tised to Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ayo between the second and third acts of “Jane.” As she flippantly asserts in the song she is “not too young,” although she has quite a youthful appearance. She wears a long dress that comes down to the tops of her shoes. She has a wealth of long curls and a hat that is immense. I think the curls and hat must be fastened to her head by some new kind of adhesive cement, other wise they would bo shaken off, so violent are the wriggles and contor tions. She sings the well-known song in a very fair voice, tossing her head and smiling. Then the band, and particu larly the dram, strikes up ta-ra-ra-boom de-aye, and she makes a circuit of the stage. She does not dance at all. She wriggles and cavorts around the stage. Every once in a while she leaps into the air and kicks. She bends forward until her curls are on the floor, and the audi ence is filled with dread that she is go ing to stand on her head. At times the audience sees a confused mass of curls and black stockings. The impression that she must have four feet and that at times .they are higher than her head is a cleverly-managed optical delusion. Her gloves, which extend above her elbows, are black and so are her stock ings. Her movements are very rapid, ■something like those of a man putting down a hot plate. These gyrations are repeated with va riations after each verse, and, like the famous ballad of the “Battle of the Nile,” there are twenty-four verses, all pretty much alike. The dance, if dance it can be called, reminds me very much of the antics of a Texas broncho with a long mane, when he undertakes to buck. The broncho shakes his head, snorts, jumps up into the air, and comes down hard on all four feet. Then he takes a LOTTIE TA-KA-BA-BOOM-DE-AVK. couple of jumps and tries to turn a som ersault. Then ho shakes himself all over, rears up on his hind legs, and paws the air. 1 feel morally certain that Miss Col lins must have made a bucking Texas mustang an object of exhaustive study before she invented this remarkable song and dance movement, and it is only fair to say that she has improved un the model. n letter published About a yew “ FEAHXIEBB I3NT at.t. THINGS.” ago I called attention to the brutality of certain members of the New York police force, particularly in the reckless use, or rather abuse, of the club. “Pound sociables” were a matter of al most daily occurrence. In the item of unprovoked assualts the police took tho cake —the pound cake, presumably. The crack club of New York was not the Manhattan club, or the Fifth Avenue club, or any other social organization, but the policeman’s billy. Of course, the local papers • com plained, but in time these complaints were very weak and flabby The worst feature of these outrages, and the one which was the cause of most of tnem, was the almost utter failure of the courts to punish as they deserved the guilty parties. In many cases the injured parties failed to prosecute, and some of them had the best of reasons for failing to do so. Just now tho New York papers have been thrown in to a spasm of delight by an order from Superintendent Byrnes. He has abol ished the night-stick, which as a dead ly weapon can cause the blush of envy to mantle the cheek of a sandbag or a pair of brass knuckles. The congratulations of the press on this concession to law and order re mind me of the remark of the little boy, whose father was in the habit of com ing home drunk and dragging his wife around tho room by the hair. On one occasion, not being as drunk as usual, he forgot to subject his wife to the usual daily maul, much to the surprise of the children, one of whom exclaimed with bulging eye: “O, mamma, ain’t pa get ting to be so good?” But that is not all. The policeman must no longer carry his small locust club in his hand, when he has no occa sion to use it. He must carry it in a pocket, and must not use it except in cases of extreme emergency. Hereto fore the policeman’s club was always being twirled in the air, as if some sud- KXIT OF THE POLICEMAN'S CLUB. den emergency was expected. All this is very well as far as it goes, but—like modesty with a ballet dancer—a little of it has to go a very long way. Of course, the great majority of the police are ex cellent officers. The complaint is that the black sheep are not punished, as they seem to have a mysterious pull at headquarters. It seems that they are protected by some higher power. Another gleam of sunshine is to be dis covered in the fact that a roundsman, Daily, by name, is being actually tried for a most heinious offense, and there is good reason to hope that he will bo put in the penitentiary. It would almost seem as if modern civilization was working its way back ward to the manners and customs of the ancient Romans when gladiatorial shows were popular entertainments. Tho Coney Island Jockey club can af ford to offer a prize of $45,000 for a slugging match, but the city of New York is too poor to stand the expense of keeping the Museum of Arts open every day* Alex. E. Sweet. Hi! Opposite. PlraAer—There are some men whose clothes never fit them, no matter how they try, and others with whom it is natural to dress welL Gingerly—Ycs, that’s so. That makes me think of a friend of mine. A fellow I think everything of, but who is quite my opposite. Strawber—Comes natural to him, does it, to dress well?—Truth. A Wise Resolve. Barrows—These railway accidents are becoming too numerous. I shall travel hereafter on a bicycle. Mrs. Barrows—But accidents are just as common with bicycles. Barrows—True; but there are never so many people killed. There's only one victim in each case.—Harper’s Ba zaar. Trap, for Train Rubber!. Mr. Gotham—Well! well! A train robber is likely to bo caught at last. Tho paper says he held up a train and robbed everybody, including the immi grants. Mrs. Gotham—Are you sure he’ll be caught? Mr. Gotham—Yes, indeed. The chol era’ll catch him.—N. Y. Weekly. The Dlaeato Left Him with Nothing. Miss Washington—Did de scarlet fc vah leabc yo’ wif ennything? Mi\ Johnsing No. indeed; nuffin. , Eben mah henhouse was stolen.— Judge. The Explanation. “’Tis strange, 'Us very strange!" so X com plains, “That I so seldom meet a man of brains." Poor Xi 'tts melancholy, yot 'tU trim, Tht Of bi'iHas Bvpia 10 Chat wIU you. Mutual Concession!. Manning—Were your differences hon orably and amicably settled? Banning—Yes. Manning—Who conducted the nego tiations? Banning—l did. Manning—And what |vas the settle ment? Banning—l agreed to retract my re marks and he agreed not to horse-whip me.—Puck. Proof of Affection. Rich Merchant (to his daughter)—! ay, Emma, I think that young man who calls on you so much really means business. Emma—What makes you think so? Merchant—Nothing, except he called at the commercial agency last week to find out how much I was really worth. —Texas Siftings. > r- BABY’S GRIP. Irate Passenger—Madam, what do you mean by letting that brat snatch off my wig? Mother (with sigh of relief) —Oh, it’s a wig, is it? 1 was afoared fur a minute that he’d scalpt yo alive.—Life. Too Good an Bar. Visitor (admiring the new piano)— Yes, it’s very pretty, dear. And you play it already, do you? Can you play by note? Little Girl—O, dear, nol But papa can, 1 ’spcct. I heard him tell raa ho was going to pay for it by note.—Chica go Tribune. Liked Church-Going;, Little Boy—l’m glad I’m goin’ to church to-morrow. Good Minister—l am delighted to hear that. You love to go to church, don’t you? Little Boy—Yes, indeed. I always get so hungry that dinner tastes twice as good.—Good News. Good Cuuro for Pride. Butler—Say, John, what makes you look so jolly to-day? Have you won the big prize in the lottery? Cab Driver (whose steed is very an cient) —No, but I was fined five dollars this morning for driving too fast.— European Exchange. An Instance Given. Teacher—Does heat always expand and cold always contract? Tommy Taddlcs—Cold expands some times. “Indeed? What does cold expand?" “Coal bills.”—Detroit Free Press. Ab's Compliments. “I wish those horrid mosquitoes would let me alone,” said mamma. “I don’t blame ’em, mamma,” re turned Abner. “You’re pretty sweet." —Harper’s Young People. DAD OUTLOOK FOR A CHICKEN DIN NER. Doacon Watson—Doan’ yo’ t'ink it crule ter keep dat dog- chained up all de time? Farmer Smithers—Oh, I let him loose at night!—Puck. Not Quite Free. New Arrival—Oi was towld this waz a frei country. Friend—Well, isn’t it? Now Arrival—lndade it is not. Oi had to sthay at Sandy Hook foivc days an’ then be fumygated befar Oi cud get on the police foorce.—N. Y. Weekly. School Ventilation. Mamma—ls your new school well ven tilated? Little Girl—Our room isn’t, but the room next to ours is. "How do you know?” “The childrens in that room all has colds in their heads.”—Good News. She Thought There Would Be. “Are you coming when I call you. or is there going to be trouble?” said papa to his four-year-old daughter. “I t’ink dere’s going to be trouble, papa,” replied the tot, keeping out of reach.—Truth. Lore and Millinery. She took u single sheet and wrote How ranch she loved him on It, And then sho added half a ream About Hist autumn bonnet •*; v mrftli TERMS: SI.OO Per Annum In Advance^ A Nice Way of Putting; It. Lawyer—Now, sir, you say the bur glar. after creeping in through the front window, began to walk slowly up the stairs; and yet you did not see him, although you were standing at the head of the stairs at the time. May I venture to inquire why you did not sea him? Principal Witness—Certainly, sir. The fact is, my wife was in the way.—Puck. The Unexpected. Judkins—l saw Sommers drunk last night. What’s the matter? He's going to the dogs. Mudkins—He proposed to two women ’this season. Judkins—Ah, yes. Got rejected, of course? Mudkins—No; accepted by hoth-- Judge. Making Him Tlilji. Great Physician (cheerfully)—Yes, sir, I can reduce you at the rate of five pounds a week. Patman—How often shall I come around to see you, doctor? Great Physician—You needn’t come at all. I’ll just send you a bill at the end of each week.—N. Y. Herald. Decidedly Handicapped. Aunt Nancy—Think of studying to be a doctor, eh? Don’t you do it. Young Man—Why not, aunty? Aunt Nancy—You can’t git no prac tice till ye git married, an’ ye can’t git married till ye git practice, that’s why. —N. Y. Weekly. Selfishness. She (of Chicago)—l don’t (/link I could ever marry an eastern man I He (also of Chicago)—l dare say not. But why? She—They nearly always refuse to supply their wives with grounds for a divorce!—Truth. Hard I.uck. “I had awful hard luck,” said the forger to his companion in Sing Sing. “I spent a month getting the signature of a reputed millionaire down flue, and just when I got his check ready the darn fool went into bankruptcy.”—Jury. A Satisfactory Aggregate. “Madam,” said the lawyer to his client, “the jury gives you 8500.” “Goocj!” was the reply. “That, with the $15,000 we are suing the railroad company for, will make quite a nice sum."—N. Y. Sun. The Difference. “We doctors have the advantage of you clergymen; we practice while you only preach.” “Very true; we can only toll people to go to Ileaven, but you send them there.”—Life. Polite, Anyway. Mario—Do you say “farewell, “adieu” or “auf wiedersehcn” when gentlemen friends are leaving you? Jeannette—Neither. I say: “Oh, stay a little longer.”—Chicago News Record. The lieason Why. “Well,” said the baseball captain, “our cake is dough.” “How do you account for it?” “We haven’t a good batter.”—Dcm crest’s Magazine. Offered In Evidence. Judge (to plaintiff in divorce) —Vou say this woman induced you to marry her while you were intoxicated, do you? Plaintiff—Look at her, your honor, and judge for yourself.—Brooklyn Life. Philosophical. Closeflst —I saw in the paper that your son had accepted a situation. Hanks—Ho did—accepted it philo sophically; he was fired.—Truth. VAKIETY THE SPICE OF LIFE. earth did you buy that chattering par rot for? Husband (absently)—Oh! For ■ change, I suppose.—Jury. Only a Matter of Endurance. “You are standing on my foot, ma’am,” said a big, good-natured man in the crowd at the corner of State and Madison, to a lady in front of him. “Sir!” she replied, haughtily, turning her head. “I haven’t moved in my tracks for half an hour!” “I know it, ma’am,” he rejoined. “But the foot you’ve been standing on all that time has begun to get tired. Would you mind occupying the other one awhile?”—Chicago Tribune. An exception. Miss Spinsterre—The women In our family have always died young. Jack Dashing—Then you must be tho exception -hat proven the vuls.—ai'ooU’ Vv* Ufo. • 4 ■ * • NO. 4.