Production Note Cornell University Library produced this volume to replace the irreparably deteriorated original. It was scanned using Xerox software and equipment at 600 dots per inch resolution and compressed prior to storage using CCITT Group 4 compression. The digital data were used to create Cornell's replacement volume on paper that meets the ANSI Standard Z39.48-1984. The production of this volume was supported in part by the New York State Program for the Conservation and Preservation of Library Research Materials and the Xerox Corporation. Digital file copyright by Cornell University Library 1994.FubU»hcd at US I)ty Street, Mw \»rUTO THE NEW CONEY ISLAND PIER DIREOT. Steamers Leave W. 22d STREET, at 9.15, 9.45, 10.45, 11.15 a. m.; 12.30, 1.15, 1.45, 2.15, 3.15, 3.45, 4.45, 5.15, 6.15, 8.00 p. M. LEROY ST., 15 minutes and PIER 2, N. R. SO minutes later. Returning, leave Iron Pier every 45 minutes to 7 p.m. and 8 P. M Last boat leaves li< p. m. ; Hoi ti W1 Take Steamboat to Norton’s point, then Railroad for two miles to West Brighton, (Fare 10 cents); tlience by coach to Brighton Beach, (three quarters of a mile Fare 5 cents); thence the Youngs Railroad, to Manhattan Beach, (onehalf mile, Fare 5 cents); thence to the extreme East end of the Island, on the Marine Railroad; Fare from Manhattan Beach and return 10 cents; distance one and one half mile. BLACK-KING will prevent tlie hot sands or salt water from injur- ing your Boots. It renders the Leather soft, and makes all hoots and shoes WATERPROOF, WITHOUT INTERFERING WITH POLISHING. For Sale at the Paper Stands at Hotels. Advertisements for next edition Secured at 23 Dev Street.THE HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND. I FROM ITS FIRST DISCOVERY IN 4, II, 44, DOWN TO LAST NIGHT, I N R H Y M E . Adapted for all Children under eighty-five, and PROFUSELY ILLUSTRATED BY THE AUTHOR, With^Maps and Sketches in Water Colors, Drawings of Bier, and many Dry Cuts* GREAT SEAL OF THE ISLAND. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1879, by MORRISON, RICHARDSON & CO., In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington, D. C.Steamer HA.MPTON, via. Locust Grove* leaves: Foot of 22d St. N. R. Foot of Leroy Street. Pier 13, foot Cedar Street. 9.30 a.m. 9.40 am. 9.50 a.m. 12.20 p.m. 12.30 p.m. 12.40 p.m. 3.40 p.m. 3.50 p.m. 4.00 p.m. 2 Going by Wateb.Steamers Rosedale and Sylvan Dellfor Coney island Point leave West 24th St., West 10th St., Franklin St., Pier No. 2. 9 A. m. 9:10 A. M. 9:20 A. M. 9:30 A. M., and every hour and a half to 3 o’clock from West 24th Street. Then at 4 p. m. and 6 P. M. Returning, leaves Coney Island Point 10:10 a. m., 12 m., 1:20, 2:45, 4:30 and 9 p.m. These boats connect with P. P. & C. I. Railroad for West Brighton Hotel, Cable’s and New Pier. 3Prospect Park & Coney Island Railroad, 9th Avenue and 20th Street, Brooklyn. Trains leave for West Brighton Beach, 6:30, 7:40, 9, 10, 10:30, 11, 11.30 a. m. 12 M., 12 :30, 1, l :25, and every fifteen minutes to 10:30 P. M. Returning, leave West Brighton Beach, 7:05, 8:10, 9:30, 10:30, 11, 11:30 a. m., 12 m., 12:30, 1, l:25j 2, and every fifteen minutes to 11 P. M. 4 The Drive to this IslaioxBrighton Beach via Long Island Railroad. Leave Hunter's Point, 9, 10, 11, 12 a. m., and hourly from 1:30 to 9 :30 p. m. Leave Brighton Beach, 8:40, 11:15 a. m., and hourly from 12:10 to 0:40, 10:10, 11:10 P. M. 5 The Great Walk to the Island.Manhattan Beach R. R. OR PENPOINT DIVISION. Trains leave foot of 23d St., East River, 8:45, 9:45, 10:45 a. m., and every half hour to 8:45 P. m. Returning, leave Manhattan Beach, 7:35, 10, 11:05 a. m., 12:05, 12:30, 1:10, 1:30, 2:15,'2:30, 3:15, 3:30y '4:15, 4:30, 5:15, 5:30, 6:15, 6:30, 7:15; 7:30, 8:15,1 8:30, 9, 9:30 and 10:35 p. m. BAY RIDGE DIVISION. Steamers Thomas Collyer and Twilight: 22d Street, N. R., Leroy Street, Pier 8. 9:10 A. M., 9:35 A. M., 9:55 A. M. 10:25 “ 10:35 “ 10:55 “ and every hour to 8:25 p. m. from 22d Street. Steamer D. R. Martin leaves Whitehall St., 9:25 a. m., and every hour to 8:25 p. M. Trains leave Manhattan Beach for Bay Ridge, thence steamer to New York, 8:10 10:20, 11, 11:20 A. m.;12m., 12:20, 1, 1:20, 2, 2:20, 3, 3:20, 4, 4:20, 5, 5:20, 6, 6:20, 7, .7^0,8:20, 8:55, 9:20, 10:25 P. M. THE NEW YORE Will take Contracts to Light Hotels, Stores and Factories From Oet: 1,1879, WITH ONE OR MORE LIGHTS FOR EACH ROOM, AT A LOWER RATE THAN GAS. 23 DEY STREET, NEW YORK, 6Out in the ocean blue, There is an isle of beauty, A sunny isle and true, That never shirks its duty. All nations seek this spot, Their bosoms void of fear, For clam roasts smoking hot And ice-cold lager beer. For I’m called Coney Island, fair Coney Island, Loveliest of islands am I, Vet Fm called Coney Island, C.O.N.E.Y Island, Though I could never tell why. Yet I’m the great city's plaything, For I’ve beaches for bathing. As far as the vision ere reaches, I’ve ‘ ‘ Cables ” and ‘ * Culvers ” With scores, too, of others, The “ Brighton ” and “ Manhattan Beaches.” For in spite of all temptations To take other conformations, I chose a front of sunny, sea-washed sand, Though I might have been a high-land, Or a flowery, wooded island, Or a mountain on the dry land, I remained just what I am. Golden strip of ocean’s coast, A bathing place, Columbia’s boast, Home of whitebait and of clams. Then give three cheers, and one cheer more For the charms of Coney Island’s shore, For its clams and beer and ocean’s swellHISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND. Are things the townsmen love full well, For Coney's beauties every body chants, And so do his sisters, his cousins, and his aunts, And as for his wives and his progew# They say there is no islelike me. Now, doctors, I've important information, Sing hey the right good fellows that you be ; It concerns the very intimate relation Between Hygeia's sources and the sea ; For every robust nature loves the sea, ^ Nor think, wise ^Esculapius, I am speaking In praise of oceans foreign and afar, The waves I'd have your patients all be seeking, Break over Coney Island's golden bar, The near-by Coney Island's wave washed bar. 8Chapter I - A sister island goes before, HERE old Long Island’s southern shore Looks out upon the raging sea, And tempts the surf with dainty knee ; And in the breakers lies and lhves Set in old ocean’s ebb and flow. Tis Coney Island, fairy ground, Where all that charms and cheers is found. No wooded vales or hills has she, No tropic wealth of vine or tree; No prairies that outreach the eye, No mountains climbing to the sky; No leaping torrents, boiling springs, No jungles filled with snakes and things, Her glistening bosom in the waves So fair, she seems an isle of gnow, OR cocoa groves where monkeys screech. But then, she has “ Manhattan Beach." A land unclothed with grain or fruit, But fairest in a bathing su t.HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND. ET plenty reigns, for her rich coast, Turns up “dead loads” of clams to roast. Huge cod and sea bass crowd the spot Where steams the chowder in the pot; And oysters slip for fries and stews; From shells like “ No. 14 ” shoes. Here, urged by nature to abound, The ruby lobster roams around, Sweet-hearted soul as one e'er saw, Who has for all the world a claw; With egg and oil and lettuce in He's the ideal Salad-in. Here, natives of this bounteous land, Soft crabs and clams walk hand in hand; Sheepsheads and skates and terrapins, And everything with tails or fins ; White fish and black fish here abound, 10HISTORY OR CONEY ISLAND. No island in the tropic zone, Can boast such riches of its own, For Kidd his treasure buried here, They’ve found it now—*twas lager beer. Way down its annals first Degin, Where History sticks her shortest pin, And borne on Time’s unceasing flight, Comes down to ten o’clock last night Nay more, this is her proudest boast, Time filled his sand glass on her coast THB COUNT DISCOVERING CONEY-AC. Who peopled first this fair domain, The Count Joe Hannis wont explain. Perhaps Phoenicians first invaded, And in the breakers bare-legged waded ; Or here Egyptians steered their galleys, Or Romans roamed her hills and valleys. 1LHISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND. Perhaps the Greeks, perhaps the Scythians, C But never mind, it makes no difference; Whoever ’twas, found heaps of rich things, In sampling first her clams and sich things. ET, that these duffers of the past, Have surely been here, first or last, proved by facts no one denies, "'-Quite plain enough for skeptic eyes. For even at this day of grace, There meets you herein every places Relics of all these ancient races, In Roman noses, Grecian faces, And sometimes in sequestered ground, Are traces of old Faro found. TRACES OF FARO. But relics are not her delight, She joys in what is young and bright; And when the glass at 90° stands, ^ And youth and beauty crowd the sands. When clams and beer begin to sizz, 12HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND. H ! what a lovely spot this is To Norton’s, at the western end, I Crowds from the steamboat’s landing wend; The brave and fair meet side by side, Where from the broad Atlantic’s tide *The swell rolls in with constant roar, To meet the -‘swells” upon the shore ; Who, issuing from the bathing houses In cfinging suits and flowing blouses; BATHING AT THE WEST END 13HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND.. THE THREE MEN WHO NEVER SAW CONEY ISLAND. How welcome then the waves caresses, What grateful garments—bathing dresses, As on her threshhold, glad to greet us, Old mother Ocean flies to meet us ; Like children who have long been strangers, Exposed to distant lands and dangers, With outstretched arms she hastes to take us,. And hugs us in her mighty breakers ; And slams us down and dances round us, And treads upon, and tries to drown us ; With sand and seaweed decks our tresses, And fills our mouths with briny messes, But swells our lungs with pure ozone, And screws our muscles into tone; Works on the outer man and inner, And makes us long for love and dinner A loving nurse Old Ocean is, but oh, Don’t let her ever get you under tow.. 14HISTORY OF COREY ISLAND. Here met the famished men .who dub Their band the “Impecunious Club,” And clams were all tha they were able To put upon thei- meagre table, And yet, despite such ccanty cheer, They get a meal but once a year. They dined on clams and water pure, And gave the fragments to the poor. Care to the vinds then each one gave, And drowned his sorrows in the—wave. 15' iSTOR Y OF CONE Y ISLAND. Fair Island, in thy mid-day dress, Words fail to tell thy loveliness, But when the sun sirlks in the west, Tis then you seem the loveliest; For then thy sands are turned to gold. The ocean into silver rolled; The sky puts on a deeper blue, The clouds blush to a brighter hue. The breezes stir, the air grows fine, You feel it stiffen up your spine Just like a bottle of old wine. This happy thought to^Ditman brought Inspired him with the notion To have the salts from Neptune's vaults Brought from the depths of Ocean. So that by subtle chemistry You in your bath tubs have a mimic sea. £ 7 16HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND. 17Chapter II. REATHES there a man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said— I will some maiden fair implore To go with me to Coney's shore ? If such there be, let him repent, Before his money is all spent ; And with sweet words let him invite The gentle girl to this delight. She'll go, you bet! make no mistake, And you can cars or steamboats take, 18HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND. HEAVY WEIGHTS ON THE SAND. any point, for all roads tend To Coney Island, off Gravesend. Should you a stranger be, nor know The easiest route that you should go, Go with the biggest crowd you see, And that the favorite route will be. It matters not how learned you be, How traveled over land and sea; How much you’ve seen, how much you’ve read, You’ve got surprises right ahead, And sights you never saw before You’ll see on Coney Island’s shore. 19HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND. TWO HEARTS WITH BUT A SINGLE THOUGHT, UNDER ONE UMBRELLA. QW poor the grandeur and display, How shrinks the shallow pomp away, The plaster that the old world sticks, To hide its ugly rows of bricks, Beside the grandeur of our land Displayed on Coney Island’s strand. [HAT other watering-place can boast [The vastness of this islands coast? Can Newport or Boulogne-Sur-Mer, Can Long Branch or Dieppe compare ? Can any one or all of these So woo you to the sounding seas? 30HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND. But take advice and ere you go, Get your dress shirts of Perego ; Be spared the anguish here displayed From shirts by some pretender made. TO ORDER. 87 Nassau St., and 128 & 130 Fulton St., N.Y. 21HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND. But come with me and we’ll survey The various objects on the way. From Norton's, where the steamboats land, We gaze for miles ad own a strand, Where giant waves, with sullen roar, Break on the white and glistening shore. Along this line of tempting beach, Hotels and vast pavilions reach ; Some safely back upon the land, Some standing boldly on the strand Tier upon tier, and over these, ACH nation’s banner woos the breeze. To name them all it would, I think, Use upa “ schooner ” full of ink ; But Rasher s name we cannot pass, Who’ll furnish xt rashers ” and a glass ; Nor Ryan’s, where stage people dine And say they get the best of wine * iTilyou’s, which the ladies say, Is the best bath-house on the way. The Newark House, and Welsh and Gleason, Ward’s Sea-side House, and Dibb’s and Thompson, Feltman’s and Leopolds then are seen, While scores unnamed come in between. 22HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND 33HISTOR Y OF CONE YISLAND. culver's TOWER, Before us now a structure stands With iron feet upon the sands, That towers full fifty fathoms high, Up in a blue and cloudless sky ; Higher in air its head it sticks Than Babel’s famous pile of bricks ; And, like this tower, by the same token, For here all languages are spoken. Here daily sail promiscuous crowds, PON this railway to the clouds; And get, without a thought of feary As high as Jove to drink their beer.. And on ambrosia getting merry, Smile down on all things sublunary.. Around its base on every hand Hotels, saloons and gardens stand. 24HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND Here is a vast and bright saloon, Where bier and music flows in tune, Adorned with many a tropic flower— Tis the gay kingdom of the genial Bauer* O the ‘ ‘Atlantic ” do not miss a cad, And touch your glass with thriving Paul f To thousands he good cheer extends, And makes each day ten thousand friends* Here are the Island's pioneers, Culver, and Cable, VanderveerS, Who greet their friends successive years* ND the Grand Union's hand extends A welcome to all lady friends ; Home comforts and securities For ladies, is the Union’s “biz.” Here, stretched far out above the tide, xS Voorhees s bath-house, long and wide,. Where you can sit and hear the beat Of ocean waves beneath your feet ; Or, if you bathe, need do no more Than drop down through the parlor floor* Here the Aquarium meets the eye, Which visitors should not pass by, And say they’ve other fish to fry. Within, vast rows the eye engages, Of wilid beasts of the sea, in cages ; All kinds, from whales to periwinkles, Sun fishes shine, the star fish twinkles, Sea monsters, sturgeons, sharks and shrimps, On stiff-kneed legs the lobster limps. 25HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND. Gotham's King David has nobody hurt, He emblazons his banners with hope, And drives from our midst the Goliah of dirt By sending amongst us Prize Soap. Try it. You'll like it. 26H K W £ 3 o CL, o s 2 a H a o u a o O H a H Q a o ■si o g 3 ■5 w a o H a o HH 04 n 'Half way the Island, now our footsteps leach, The New Worlds Brighton, built on Culver's beach'. 27V HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND. HERE stands the Brighton's glittering pile, A bright spot on this fairy isle, Sweet flowers and faces here abound, And makes it seem enchanted ground. Here Brooklyn’s beauteous dames assemble, And make their plainer neighbors tremble., With nymphs so fair to tempt the lips, No wonder Brooklyn sometimes slips. CHILDREN AT PLAY ON THE BEACH. The children, let me not pass them, Sweet buds upon the parent stem. 28HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND. They flit around like butterflies, With rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes, With pink legs bared above the knee, Go wading in the shallow sea. They dig the sand, the donkeys ride, Or round the swift carousal glide, At Punch and Judy's quarrels gaze, And pass long, happy, healthful days. Happy nurslings, that I could Bring to these shores all baby-hood, And bid it breathe the stintless air, In Ocean’s matchless tonic share ; * Twould make, I’m sure, the whole world glad, And none but bachelors be mad. A BROOKLYN BEAUTY BATHING AT BRIGHTON BEACH* 2930 k.-. •J *) d \ ARTISTS ON THE BEACH. ^y all conveyances that reach, New Yorkers crowd Manhattan Beach : They fill the hot 1 and display Themselves in an alarming way. Such stacks of people here you’ll find, It seems no one is eft behind, But the procession never ceases, And mine host Kiefer’s joy increases, As in his palace by 'he sea, HE lives and thrives prodigiously. In manly garb and female robe, New York, (and that takes in the globe,) Comes to Manhattan once a day, To bathe and hear Graffulla play. GREAT railroad magnates, bankers, clerks, The man who thinks, the man who works, With skill or cunning, head or hand, All mingle on the level sand; And here, on this protean Isle, Is seen the widest range of style. 31HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND. Here come the stately New York dames, Who boast of Knickerbocker names, The girls from Boston and Chicago, From New Orleans and Colorado ; The Montrealers and Quebeckers, The Western girls, great double deckers. The Down East girls, tall, queenly misses, With saucy mouths just made for—chowder. Sweet Philadelphians, calm, sedate And even-tempered, like their State. Girls who are blonde, and round and pretty, The product of rich Cincinnati- With melting eyes and tint brunette, The maiden from the South is met; 32HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND. And those, who anchorites would thaw, Drop in from distant Omaha. THE GIRL FROM BOSTING. How strange it seems to look and think, That on this strip of ocean's brink, Here, where a few short years ago No foot save ocean's undertow Had pressed the sand, there now are seen All sizes, up to “ broad 14." That this lone shore and sobbing sea, Were all each others company; 33HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND. Then, where sandpipers fed and rails, Now, fashion drags her silken trails. Here, where the grandsires, daring men, Braved the fierce quohog in his den, Their sons their hardihood revives, And hunt around fer wealthy wives. And daughters, not to be behind them, Scoop in good looking men and bind them* AN HEIRESS FROM NEW ORLEANS* Here midst a thronging sea of faces, Are types of all Earth’s varied races. Here all man’s comforts and delights Cheer in the day and soothe the nights.HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND. Napkins and toothpicks when yon dine, ** America,” the choicest wine. And to leave nothing more to need, You come or go at Railway speed, And ify jur wearied legs should fail, Can promenade the beach by rail. What healthful influence resides, In Coney’s sands and ocean tides ! One hour beside this bounding sea Is worth more than the Pharmacy; One breath from off this mighty bay Sweeps pain and weariness away; One plunge into its emerald flood, Stirs up tho sluggish streams of blood. Makes the small great, the big feel bigge^ And flesh and soul renews with vigor.HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND In olden times this was the cry Of travellers, * ‘ See Rome and die/r Now the advice the wise ones give, Is *1 See Manhattan Beach and live. ” t And when upon this sunny isle, You meet a goat who wears a shiny tile, Note the inscription gilded in the crown, And test its truth when you get back to town. 36THE I(e^ei\d of doijey Wherein is related a fact of its early history, and which is supposed to be connected with the disappearance in the surf; on July 34th, of an unknown and mysterious gentleman* See papers of that date. Part I. Kjno island on the zone, *But has a legend of its own. Some startling romance of its youth, Complete in everything but—truth. •• But Coney Island's famous mystery Is true—as any of this-history. T'was told me by an ancient man, Past many years the allotted span; Young men may lie, but he was old, And vouched for every word he told. > Way back in Coney's early days, Before Ben Butler, Cox or Hays, A ruddy Dutchman* bore him sway From Norton's point to Rockaway. Here, like a patroon, at his ease He lived, with children at his knees# 87HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND, IEDERICK Yon Smitzerl was his name, From / msterdam his forebears came, And all there was to mar his life, Were sundry notions of his wife ; For she was active and emphatic, In striking contrast to her husband, Who was rather round-cornered and lymphatic. One day, so runs the thrilling tale, Frau Smitzerl’s appetite did fail To herrings, sour-krout, wurst and cheese, Pretzels, zweibake, and things like these, Bologna and Westphalian hams, And sent her good man out for clams. 38HISTORY OF CONEY ISLANH The day was cold, and Smitzerl sighed, Quite loth to leave the chimney side, But good Frau Smitzerl’s way was winning. And had been so from the beginning. So he with bucket and a spade, Tracks for the nearest clam patch made. He tried for clams, but they were shy— The poor man sat him down to cry. But while he moaned in misery, His salt tears mingling with the sea. A mermaid from the wave rose dripping, And unto Diedrieck’s side came tripping, As mermaids of this later date Would do to one in such a state. Into her ears, in accents brief, Poor Smitzerl poured his clammy grief. 39HISTOR Y OF CONE Y ISLAND. The maiden’s tender-heart was torn, To hear how much poor Dirck had borne. She clasped his hand, “Come thou with me," She cried, “and you a prince shall be; No longer serve so harsh a Mrs., Who calls for clams a day like this is.” * ‘ I am a princess, and my throne And coral halls shall be your own. Then come with me, and we will rule, And have our lager, always cool.” Poor Smitzerl scratched his head and turned, To where his distant ingle burned. He saw Frau Smitzerl at the door— Frau Smitzerl saw him never more. HAT happened when they went below* My old informant didn’t know; Until one day, come twenty years, Herr Died rich on the shore appear^ Looking as young, and fair and hearty, As when he joined the ocean party ; And so well dressed he ne’er was seen, In coat and small clothes, bottle green. He seemed to have a mine of “chink,” He stood old neighbors all they’d drink. But never once went near the door, He left so many years before. For old Frau Smitzerl was, they told him, Still hale and hearty, and might—scold him. That night again he disappears, And for another twenty years Dame Smitzerl got along without him; The neighbors they forgot about him, 40 IHISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND. Then suddenly attain was seen, Dierck and his shining suit of green. He seemed still rich, and young and spry. He found his neighbors old and—dry. At this, Von Smitzerl slyly winked, A score of yellow ducats chinked, Then to this wondering friend related, The story that is here narrated. And furthermore, gave him a notion, Of high old times beneath the ocean. Of emerald bowers, and coral beds, Of mermaid blondes wiih pea green heads, 41HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND. Of countless treasure, diamond mines, Limbargcr cheese and Hamburg wines, And bags of things that in the sea, They had at hand full lavishly. “His mer-wlfe was no scold,” he said, “ No cabbage patch was to be wed; No tubs of water had 10 bring. On washdays from a distant spring, No v'~od to chop, no fires to light. But iust loaf round from morn ’till night, VYitn jolly comrades, half seas over, And V e in luxury and clover. And more, we ne’er grow old nor crusty, But in the salt keep fresh and lusty. “ He had no wish,” he said, “ to stay Long from his ocean home away. Earth was so dull, and slow, and grim, * (>ne day on shore sufficed for him.” He only came for this one reason, To see McCue’s Hats in their season. BROS., Hatters, 92 Broadway. 42 McCUEPart II. HE years rolled on, the Island grew, The old gave **vay before the new. Old Died rich’s neighbors t urned to clay, The children followed in their way. New settlers filled the vacant spots, And Diedrich’s farm was sold in lots. His great grand children rolled in pelf, And quite forgot old Dirck himself The girls wore laces, silks and things, Outside their gloves wore diamond rings ; Scolded their cooks in Paris talk, And tried in “No. 3s” to walk. The boys had yachts and four in hands, And raised the wind on Smitzerl’s lands. For where their grandsire’s cottage slept, A city of hotels was kept. His farm, once stocked with cabbages, Bloomed now with pretzels and Swiss cheese; 43HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND. And clam bakes gave a savory mess, With Rogers' Vinegar to dress. The lane became a lighted street, Filled by gay teams with prancing feet, And on the sands where Smitzerl moped, Ere from Frau Smitzerlssight he sloped, Thousands of bathing houses stood, And modern mermaids gemmed the flood. IDST of this scene of modem jollity, Of gilt-edged sport and fair frivolity, A stranger in the throng was seen, Clad in a suit of glossy green. None knew him, nor from whence he came* No hotel clerk could give his name; ROGER'S CIDER VINEGAR, 187 Washington St, H. (T. 44HISTOR Y OF CONEY ISLAND. But still he moved like one of rank, And paid for all the beer he drank, And paid for all who’d join him, too, And these, you bet, were not a few. But one thing that seemed rather strange, He always gave doubloons for change. Though these things seemed of ancient days, He dropped right sharp to modern ways. On bathing hours he walked the sand, A natty cane within his hand, Ogled the girls who put on style, and That takes all upon the Island. He went in bathing, here a wonder, He'd stay an hour the water under, And when he came from out the water, Would look as dry as any otter. This put the Beach into a maze, That lasted for a score of days, At wondering who a man could be Who seemed at home when out to sea. So deep at last the mystery grew, Of guessing on this question “ Who ?” The poor man might have been arrested, A.nd courts his sanity contested ; Have had his life by mobs imperiled, Or interviewers on the Herald,* Had not the stranger seemed to think, 'Twas time to tip them all the wink. 45HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND. That day he took his usual dip, Among the throng from Brighton’s slip. Then, though the hour and day passed by, Was seen no more by morial eye. launched the life boats, made a stir, And then they called the coroner. But as the body never rose, The coroner sat on his clothes. And after several hours he'd sat, He gave as his opinion * ‘ that It wasn't worth their while to mind him, Per'ansc'hcM ldt no name behind him. He'd searched all 'round, with care official, But couldn't find a blamed initial. His clothes no finer could^be seen, Of faultless cut and glassy green; And alligator boots he wore, From Mahrenholz's famous store; And this, the coroner said, proved He must in high-toned ranks have moved. A. MahreaMs, St Nicholas Hotel Block, 525 Broadway. 46HISTORY OF CONEY ISLAND. But here came in an incident, Which shed some light, far as it went When from the fob his watch they took, The jeweler, Sheehan, came to look, And he at once did recognize, The timepiece by its shape and size, S one a buyer did select, And later, off at sea was wrecked; Though how this man came in possession He couldn’t offer a suggestion. Then as they woncnred still the more, And pawed the lost man’s fixin’s o’er, A strange occurence came to view, That paled each cheek to ashen hue; The clothes and jewels, watch, and all, Seemed slowly shrinking very small, Or else their eyes were growing blind. Far soon no trace was left behind. All, all were gone to mortal view, And then, the coroner went too,o o q 5 ° .2 § do $0< o o o A 0 10 H 01 e S i i G9 I (Q 3 ■ ~ $ o n3 »-• z Cti Q, B a^u v* .« H 6 < a aJ Q U. 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