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4 TREND SECTION I Of THI BROOKLYN IAGLI SUNDAY, MAY II, 1942 0 Helen and Warren I mrr A Disastrous Denouement to Helen's Tool-Box Clearance In Our Mail Bag Wherein Ye Editor Picks Highlights From Letters Where Is Miss Matthews? delivered for Tm th afternoons when they came from his ovens Can anyone tell nip thp pjpjpfi hot and many a bawling out address of an old school friend of i gnt fVom customers when mine? Her name was Edith tney were not delivered as parly as Matthews and shp lived on 7th St. the customers wanted tlipm. Could trS her Oh, the key from that music-box!" "Great Scott, what a glowering down. "And always pan ning my office!" "I'll keep It straight after this. Fuses! They belong in my electric box." A horseshoe magnet! Bought to draw out a tiny nut--from an inaccessible part of the radio.

Trying it out on different-sized nails. Lifting even the largest ones. "Look, dea- this magnet lifts two nails one on top of the other! How does the current go through?" "See here, I'm trying to work! Been better off at the office. You've the whole apartment ife3 In Williamsburg. Mlf ADA L.

PF.PEN. 04 Madison St Brooklyn, N. Y. Public School Reunion write a whole page about Mike Do-1 tan's thirst emporium, pool parlor, bowling alleys and movie house at 1 7th Avp. and 4th too.

But of i that some other time. Tom should rpmenther some of these families All of us had a grand tune on who Jived on 5th between 5th Saturday. May 23. at, Michels Res- and ftth around the turn of taurant when the old gTads of P. S.

the century: Stottmana the groc-No. 1 and its sister schools, P. S. erst, Moores, Velias, Firths. Harts, II I if 1, 7 No.

7 and No. 8 staged the tnirfl reunion About 41) oi us attendee and wc hud a good chance to spil! many memories of olden days. Mr. C. D.

Fleming, our dear principal, gave an interesting talk. He called attention to P. S. No. l's age.

It will be 100 years old next year, he laid. Let's all set together 1943 I xjuu ooutr iiHMMMHMIHMHMMHHiMMaMMIWINMMMHHMHA OLD BROOKLYN SCENES Here at the left we see one of tine old-fashioned letter carriers with a hefty bundle of letters and packages. At the right we are permitted lo observe one of street tinware men of good old yesteryear. These interesting pictures were made ovailable through the courtesy of the Brooklyn Museum. When the Great Emancipator Came to Brooklyn Heights to make it an even greater meeting, i ran.

Remember well Tom's brnth-There is no doubt that ail the folks ers. Jack. Jim and Joe. and I think who attended last Saturday's gath- he had two sisters. Margaret was ering had a wonderful time and are onp and the other name escapes lookuig forward to the 1943 reunion.

I me. After all, we are going- back ETHEL BOYLE SINGER. 'Mrs- OIJD HILLITE. 174 St. James Place, Brooklyn.

i In Good Old Coney There Was a Basement no ym Tnn An article by John P. Pfalzcraf where Clavton. Jarkson and Jimmy appeared on the Old Timers Page Durante worked? 't. 4: 0 0 locality to visit "Columbia Heights" one fine day cloe to the Civil War period he thinks in 18G4-5. His walk was down Pierrepont Street.

As he approached the foot of the street he observed a battered old open carriage, of the landau type, with two horses, drawn up at the curb where the street ends at the Pierrepont parklike grounds. There was one man sitting on tne back seat. He was a largish man bent over looked old to a young observer. As my walk drew me nearer I saw the door of the adjoining house the free stone Mansion of Peter C. Cornell open.

Mr. Cornell came rapidly down the steps ion the side of the house i by the little park and advanced towards the carriage, holding his hands at arms length before him, with beatific smile upon his face. I knew Mr. Cornell well and admired him with a young man's admiration. He was of an old Quaker family and the head of his name, of the highest principles and greatest courtesy.

As a "Friend" he was not demonstrative In his ways. Why, thought what has come over Mr. Cornell, his visitor must be at least the Governor of the State. Then the man in the carriage rose up and I saw he was a tall, 2 rugged man. My next step told me who he was it was Abraham Lincoln, the President of the United States.

He stayed a moment or two in greeting Mr. Cornell; from his standing posture he could look over the Harbor and great city opposite to him more freely than in the bent over sitting posture he had been in. Then turning to his friend he said triumphantly. "Well, there may be finer views than this in the world but I don't believe it." I passed on like one to whom the earth had opened. I had seen the honored President before and observed him close to.

with young eyes very narrowly. It was when he rode in a kind of state on Broadway at an official great reception. Then too his face and figure were known to every intelligent person in the whole country. He was very peculiarly himself. The next, time I saw him after my tale was in his coffin, lying in state at the Governor's room In the old New York City Hall.

He lives forever with me in that old landau giving praise to the great view from Brooklyn Heights. Bless him but he doesn't need it. In sacramental memory, SIDNEY V. LOWELL tsigned) Brooklyn Borough, January 21, 1925. Arnolds, uorauans, Uhrlsties, man nings, Parringtons, GaliUkas, Pattersons, Kanes.

Lazaravilchs, Walls, Asbi'vs. Looneys. Rltchies, Williams. Reyels. Frazers, Atwatcrs, Conk, ins, Pelctreaus, Costigans, Saviors, Faoers and Kingslands.

By the way, Tom la no chicken any more and neither is Mike Do- Harvard Inn which Tony Kelly had, and Wolfie Gilbert singing i Joe Perry's had all the race track crowd for entertainment? The big fire started at Steeplechase about 3 a m. in the year 1907 and took everything eaM along the Bowery as far as Siauch's before it was checked? I Fatty Lantry. the real estate man of Coney, and Henry Brunnel, the his souvenir man who was trying to be eipctPd sergeant-at-arms of the i Coney island Hebrew Association the parade and the fireworks on Surf Ave Mendel Dreese rode the while horse in the Mardi Gras parade? The ball at stauch's of the Volunteer Firemen the Coney Inland Hebrew Association Purim Ball and the Rosedales? When every one was asking and crying "Have you seen Rudolph?" and even the daily papers went on a hunt for Rudolf who was last and after a couple of weeks of all of Coney Island on a hunt -Rudolf turned out to be the star flea of Eddie Ko.ians Flee Circus? JERRY BARNETT. 23fil Coney Island Brooklyn. N.

Y. Calling the Roll "Jove, they're slow!" Warren dammed down the receiver. "Still on the front office." "Oh, then they won't finish today?" "Doubt it," disgustedly. "Making yie Job last!" Painting Warren's office. An upheaval he loathed.

Trying to work at home. His secretary left In charge. And now her discouraging report. Still on the front room. Not even started on his private office.

Then another dfry at home? Helen elated. Together for two whole week days! Not since their last ocean voyage. "Dear, if they're still painting tomorrow, couldn't we go somewhere? You need an outing. Think how long It 'a been "Huh, way things are now, be a lot longer before I can get away. Here, leave those papers alone I I want 'em on the floor." "But Isn't this better?" drawing over a low table.

"Gives you more room." "Um-m, a conceding grunt. "By the way, didn't I bring home a stapler?" "If you did It must be here," opening a lower door of the big bookcase. Three deep shelves filled with his brought-from-the-office supplies. "Not there? Maybe I didn't bring It. Never mind, paper clipsll do." As she closed the door, a hinge- screw dropping out.

The wood worn. Put in a larger one right now. Out to the pantry for a screw driver and screws. But none the right size. Either too large or too small.

Back to her Not a regular one. Just a large oak box with a hinged lid. Only a dollar at a rummage sale. And now in painful disorder! Under the larger tools, a litter of small ones. And cigar boxes with rusty assortments of nails, screws, tacks.

For months, wanting to clear out this box. Why not now? And be with Warren while she worked. "Anna," turning into the kitchen, "I'm going to clear out the tool-box. Help me carry it to the library. Oh.

there won't be any dirt! I'll spread down papers." Exuding disapproval of such work In the library, glumly Anna took up the box. "No. no, It's too heavy!" Helen lavishing on taking one end. Nothing she loved more than sorting and rearranging things. And with Warren at the desk beside her.

Just knowing he was there! Where and how to start? Take everything out and dust the box. Then sort and put back. Could she before dinner? Twenty of-four now. The tools quickly laid out. But that hopeless mixture underneath! Picture hooks.

Closet hooks. Screw eyes. Hinges. Braces. Those old castors throw those out.

straightening my tool-box." 0llRht lhrow out the whole blame lot None of 'em any good. Get a regular tool-I chest." "Dear, you always say "Well, you've the bummest tools! Bet they're all from the five-and-ten." "But don't I manage to do a lot with them?" No answer for that. An indifferent shrug as he turned back to his work. The cigar boxes dumped out ouslea. na with fresh white PaPer.

Now sawing up one of the lids for partitions. Separate compartments for loose nails, tacks, screws. Discarding all the bent and rusty. Pouncing on a new flat-l eaded screw wasn't that the size? Yes. quickly screwed into the bookcase hinge.

"This is Tuesday!" Anna's irrefutable announcement, from the door. "Don't that lady come for them newspapers?" "Oh, yes, I'd forgotten! Two bundles all ready to go. You can tie up the rest." Mrs. Landis, a Volunteer Worker Salvage-for-Victory collecting with her own car. Their contributions mostly map- and newspapers.

And how imp papers DUlKed up! Morning. evening and Sunday editions. "Why, dear," excitedly, "I'll give her all these old nails, castors and things. Metal Just what they want mast!" "Huh, that Just dawn on you?" stopping to fill his pipe. To clear out, discard yet not throw away! A strong appeal to her thrift.

Mrs. Landis usually rame around five. All this sorted by then?" Taking the two loneest. eipar Doxes lor the small tools. Pliers, wire cutter, awl, file, gimlets, glaxs cutter Pllt tnali wjth hj dLst.ads Hpr sne so iorlR thought lost.

That drawer handle from the highboy! The new one never looked right. Change it tomorrow. Dear, here's one of your knives! A good one." "By Georgp. bought that In Bordeaux! How the devil did It. get in there?" "It's Anns! Everything she finds the floor thrown in here.

Even i pieces of veneer. And I keep tell- I I This Is the Tale of a Most Remarkable Meat Market Ball Players of the Old Days i W. R. Brit ton of W. R.

Brit ton Co. 120 Broadway. Manhattan. recently sent the editor of the Old Timers Page a Mgned statement by Sidney V. Lowell riaied 192S, regarding a visit A.iraham Lincoln made lo Pieneont Brooklyn.

'Mr. Lowell was an old fr.end of my mother, and when he told me once about seeing Mr. Lincoln I asked him if he would write his recollections down." said Mr. Brit ion in his lelicr to the editor. "I hap- pened to find them the other day and was advised by Mr.

Paul Win- dels to send you a copy. The original I shall send to the Long Island Historical Society. Here is Mr. Lowells account of Lincoln's visit to Brooklyn Heights; The loti2 street on the extreme height, in Brooklyn overlooking thp Harbor and Manhattan Island is known as Columbia Hpights. It commence at Pierrepont Street, from thence tops the River bluff for half a mile and then slopes abruptly down its northerly end to where Fulton Ferry bridged in its way the Fulton Street.s of the two Islands.

Now where it commences at Pierrepont Street the latter also of the Great Happy Jack Reilly, Gil MacEwan and Jack McCarthy. A few Farmer club players were Logan. Heitmann and Chad Spp who nlaved with Clnrinniu for a sppll Central Islip was strong club with Sam Hope, pitcher, and his brother as battery; McCarthy, Sul- livan. Williams, DeMay, Connors. Ward.

Kavanauah, Cassidv and Dailey. Athletic team's lineup was Carherrv. Ijwhr Wick Rvan Kellv. Gherity, Ford Zaengle, Shoemaker, Eberspeacher and Orr. The Felix and Barrv lineup was on.r.

pr, tiw.m I Walsh, Hicks? sides. Theil and Har-' rtson. St. Agatha was the last of the strong clubs. with Swartze.

Woods Ed Bruggy, Daniels and olrl(rs. Covle wa, good pit.her for B.ook!vn 7 and Frank Wilken- jng tne Inner Charlie pjtoned many games for the Brightons and later went with the v.a.,. rnildurijiiiii nnnuiini i-i- in Lne season in oi, mini- would pUy lhe AU aguers, composfd of Harry Howp, Fred jackUtJlctl. Charlie Malay, Tom Hggin.v Jake McGee. Larry Bat- Hersev.

Al Burch and otnpl.s Good teams in those days included these: Brighton F. Empire City Inner Seals, Murray Hlls, Ridgewoods. Loughlin Lyceum, Mangers. Manger Farmers, Utica.s, Sclly, Cuban i a Pharo Superbas, Lincoln Giants, Royal Giant.s, Cuban Stars. Para-mounts, Ironsides, Greenpnints, Empires of East New York, St.

Louis College. ROBERT RYDER. SSfi Ovinglon Brooklyn. Starting a discard pile. Bits of I women and girls of the neighbor- wire, rusty bolts, nuts, shower-hood and they would not let any sheet pins, a broken lock -of the other butchers wait on them "What the devil you up to?" but insisted on Mike serving them.

Warren frowning down at her. Reilly was a pretty strict "boss" -yol just noticed I'm here? I'm Why all that Junk in here?" "To be near you," defiantly. "And you know you like it. When I fuss around In another room you always call me." Maybe I do," rumpling her hair. But for the love of Mike, leave me alofte now." "And I must hurry with all this.

But a magnet always fascinates me." The tool-box empty at last. Pussy Purr-Mew promptly into it! "No, no, thats all dusty," lifting her out. The lining paper, covered with debris carefully gathered up. Now a dismaying discovery one end of the box loose! An old box and hard usagp. Just nailing wouldn't do.

Corner braces needed. Only straight ones here. And they should be on before putting anything back. "Dear, I peed some braces for this box. I won't be gone "Eh? Going out? Well, get a bottle of red ink.

'Bout all I use these days," his familiar grumble. Snatching off her work gloves. Out of her smock and quickly ready for the street, "Anna," stopping by the kitchm. "if that lady comes while Im gone give her those old tools, nails and (things. The pile on the right of the box." Down to the sun-glinted street.

Skirting the park, now colorful with children and nursemaids. On to 3d Ave. And soon at War-shaw's her favorite hardware shop. Here her behind the counter privilege. Always she knew what she wanted.

But not always the technical name, particularly of electrical parts. A sample on the outside of each small drawer. The braces soon located. "Just these four," taking them over to be wrapped. "What's the Job this time? Some day the union '11 get after you!" his stock joke.

Hurying back. Oh, the red ink! Stopping at a little stationer's. Then almost running. Anxious to get the box braced and everything back before dinner. As she reached the house, Mrs.

Landis just getting into her car. Bundles of newspapers piled In the back. Boxes and cartons in front. "Oh, Mrs. Curtis, that old metal is just what we want.

Anything in iron, brass or steel. And sucn a good lot." "Oh, I'm so glad," murmured Helen. "And I'll have more for you next week." Up In tha elevator, all aglow. Give more! Clear out her electriral A lot of old sockets, All plugs, outlets, switches with some metal. "Dear, I met Mrs.

Landis," rushing into the library. "She was oh, so grateful for that old metal." "Was. eh?" not looking up. And there wasn't so much. But I told her I'd give Now staring at the tool-box.

On one side the pile of broken, rusty discards. On the other NOTHING! "Oh Oh, how awful! She couldn't have "Eh?" Warren scowling up. "What's wrong now?" "Oh, how could she? How could Dashing out to the kitchen. The maid placidly shelling peas. "Anna, you know what you did? You gave the wrong loU-all my good tools!" "I did what you said," bellgpr-ently.

"The things on the right nf that box." "On the right dazedly Vlsioning herself sitting on i'he floor, her bark to the window discrads cn rl(rht But AmMl comhlg ln from dooron hfr efti "I did Just what you said," st.ub- hnrnlv indent Yes, I told you wrong! It's my fault," Always a passionate desire to be fair. "But Anna, couldn't you see those were the good tools?" "None of 'em looked so good to me. I told Mr. Curtis I was taking 'em. and he said, 'Go "Oh, you know he never notices! Anna, you might've used some Judgment." "Where's that red ink?" A brusque demand from the kitchen door.

"You know what happened?" whirling on him. "Anna gave Mrs. Landis the wrong lot all my Rood tools! She asked you and you said Go "Did Well, maybe I did! I was working. Painters at. the office and pestered at home! Now I'll not be bawled out about any old tools.

Where's that ink?" "But. dear, when she asked, you might at least have looked. Not even a hammer left nothing!" "Good! Now you'll have to blor vnurself to some tools. Anrt t. decent ones-in a regular chest.

Here. I've no time to waste T-. have that red Ink!" begins at the top of the bluff, the latter being too steep to allow a thoroughfore to be well cut thru it so the twq streets connect at a right angle. The first house in Columbia Height the last in numbering i is a free stone mansion with a little appurtenant land on the Pierrepont st reet adjoining is the stately old brown stone Homestead of the Pierrepont Family the old farm owners from back to Revolutionary times. The latter has- a fine lawn and garden plot well kept with shrubs and flowers, enclosed by iron fences which do not obstruct the view.

When the unopened "feet" of the five Heights to the north were taken by the old City of Brooklyn, "to secure the view and the frpe passage of the air," the fool of Pierrepont Street Just described was not included because it was so admirably treated by the Pierrepont Family. The writer was one of the Commissioners for the condemnation of those street ends and Assistant Corporation Counsel at the time, so the locality was very familiar to him. Now to the Incident which has by request of others drawn out this little bit of history: The wirier had occasion from his official connection with the Recalls FightiiT Bob Who Trained At Bergen Beach Editor, Old Timers: I verv much interested in the Old Timers page. I have read so much about Flatbush. I would like 1 to hear from any one who lived In or about Who remembers Colonial Athletic Club uhey slaved ball at 35th and FUthiish Ave.

And Neep used to pitch Smith was catcher. Henry and Bill Zimmerman also prayed with them The main attraction of the sea- game with the Park- old Vanderveer house at Ave. and 1 Flatbush Ave. I belonged to the Midwood Athletic Club. The club- rooms were at the coiner of Flat- bush Ave.

and Avenue I played iighr end on the team. Henry Stemins was our quarterback, one Of the bpst, the samp Rill Pnt-hln Dm tHoneyi Stafford, were also on the 1 wnpn Bob mons Bt Bpach fm. nis wit.n Jim MM al Conev He used to run down Flat- hh hi. wuii j-itt. jmtu ij ii ounn ill a pony carl.

The old farm wagons would line up on Flatbush Ave. to start for market. Some of the old families were the Van Slcklen. Van Wicklen. Mooneys, Carys.

Vanderveer, Ber-gens, Wychnff, Whalens, Voorhies. Kowenhoven, Ixlts and Hendersons. I went to the old school No. 119 near Hubbard Place by the Old Dutch Rpfcrmed Cemetery near rCings Highway. Moses Becker was the principal, Miss Henderson and Misc Young were our teachers.

My 'lass was the first to graduate from the new school No. 119 at Avenue K. Then there was the H. P. Whit-neys training track by th Old Mill.

We vould go and watch the horses run. also we would watch the Ameilcan Vitagrapli at Elm Ave take pictures in the lot. I saw th fire when Pains Fire works burned at Ocean Ave. and Avenue L. We kids gathered hickorynuts from the woods on Avenue N.

near Bprgen Bpach. ROWLAND T. BAKER. Patchogup L. I.

Wedding Anniversary Ex Police Lt. Daniel W. Davis and his wife, formerly of Brooklyn and now of 1icust Valley, will celebrate their S7tn wedding anniversary toriav with their family at I their Locust Valiev home, 37 Un-irierhlll Ave Lieutenant Davis i-moved to Locust Valiev upon his retirement from the New York City tolite forte, several months wherein he mated that the Warren M. E. Church was huilt on flat ground.

I attended this church over 60 years as" and '-he Sunday school was located the basement of the church. This proves that the church was not built on the surface of the ground FREDERICK W. EGO ERS. Brooklyn, N. Y.

Brooklyn Bridge We just heard thai Mr Fred Ken nedy of 468 Lenox Boari has walked across the Brooklyn Bridge today, Monday, May 25. Nothing remarkable about that-only this is not the only time he took that walk. The first time he walked over the bridge was Friday, May Z5.T883. That, was the day the atructure was opened to the public. The bridge was officially opened on Thursday.

May 24. 1883, and boy, was that a big day Brook- lyn. It surely was! i The President of the United States. Mr. Chester A.

Arthur, was i here; the Governor of the State of New York. Mr. Grover Cleveland, uas here. President Arthur's Cabinet was alo here. Mayor Seth Low of Brooklyn was a real big shot on that day.

The bridge wa officially opened thLs date but not to the public At that Mme it was called the etgh'h wonder of the world. Mayor Edson ofNTv York City was also bur shot. There as a big parade in the City of New York start lis a', the Fifth Avenue Ho'el. Parade was led bv Bandmaster Cappa and his band of 75 pieces. While in New York Citv the President, his Cabinet and the Governor stopped at the Fifth Avenue Hotel.

There was also a big parade in Brooklyn, starting from Remsen and Clinton St. These long walks are nothing new for Kennedy. Although he will be "3 on the 20th of October nex he walks 50 or 60 miles a week. The day the bridge was opened he was a newsboy, and when the ceremonies were going on, at Fulton and was down at the old Eagle building, on lower Fulton and, as a newsboy, was well acquainted with Brooklyn's two leading citizens. Mr.

P. S. T. Strana-han and the Very Rev. Henry Ward Brecher, He says he well remembers Patsv Dobbins, who served the Eagle to newsdealers and boys in thnsp davs.

He also says that all loved Patsy. He always had a big smile for every bodv. OLD TIMER. Brooklyn. V.

Y. P. S. 10 Reunion The next quarterly meeting of the Alumni Association nf Public School 10 will be held in me auditorium of the school, 17th St. and 7th Ave.

i at 8 p.m., Monday, June S. As our organization now numbers 1.04P. we hope for a large attendance this meeting. An interesting program of music, has been prepared bv a former schoolmate. Robert R-obeitson, and we guarantee an enjovahle eve-rirg for ail members who will join In welcoming neighbors and friends of bvgone years.

Thp fafs thai many former schoolmates travpl miles to attend these quarterly meetings makes the preirier' and officers feel, those who live rhp neighborhood of the old Mijtlit to be out. in force, 'o welcome them. So. come everyone! Reminisce, live over, on, more, the good old days when we were pupils in dear old No 10' You will find plenty so talk and plrntv. to talk ith IDA WALLACE Recording Secret a.

M0 6th Ave Brooklyn. Y. Fond of the Page Get a great kick ou' of vour ven Interesting, page, in fact first page I turn to on in particular 1 found the letter from Tom Wixtcn verv interesting for I lived in 5th between 5th and flth Aves. het he opened hi hak-rj. Man a Prkrr Houe roll I 1 Rill Kennedy's recent article from East.

Northport about the St. Raphaels Baseball Club recalls memories of other teams like the Howards, at old Ave. grounds, with players like Andy Herhst. pitcher, and Brunnemer, with his underhand ball: Hohner, Lispenard, Behrens. Smith, Young, Feldtmann rt wjrl! The.

St. Mirhac-l's cluo, one of the i Howards' rivals, down at 2d Ave. and 4fith was first managed by-Ed Dougherty, with players like Dick Harvey. Joe Lake. Joe Joyce, Mat Flannery.

Jones, McLoughlin. Harry Banks. Hyde. Ashcroft. Babe Thompson.

Fred Hohman, Charlie St a mm. Lefty Burns, Scullen, Bart- lett and Jack Kirke. Later it was managed ty Joe "Joyce, who added McKenna, pitcher, and Pete Brogan. catcher, and Simmons, Buster Brown, Hill loomey and otners. Joe Jovce later managed the Su- 16.

and Gravesend Aves. on he Cu.verline. I recaU as players Est hen King Fnste, Fred and Adam Scr.ne.der. Tonjes, Clinch. Cummings.

Bill Snyder. Roggy. O'Rourke (later with the Dodgers and Detroit). Peio Reilly, Bill Pie, Linderman and Tnbln and Bill Toomey. The old Marqiiettes at 11th St had such players as Tom Wonhley Evans.

Clancy. Bontz. Hughes, Ca-hili. Brown. Wheeler, O'Dell, Butler and I.een.

Some Bradford players were Ijcste. Hughes, Manley, Wager, Davnt and McCarthy. The Visitations of Red Hook had Larry O'Hara, Wager, Bart Patterson. Paddy Burke. Jim Ward.

Zanier. Sullivan, Lynch. Cowley, Editor, Old Timert: Old timers of the Old 10th Ward will have no difficulty in recalling Reilly Si Byrnes' meat market at the corner of Hoyt and Warren Sis. A generation or more ago there wasn't another place of its kind in the entire lower section of Brooklyn that did such tremendous business. People came for miles around to buy their meats here, and espe- clallv on Saturdays one would have to wait anywhere fiom half an hour to an hour to be served, there was a rush of business in the store.

were kept as husy as bees attend- Ing to the trade, and yet there was always considerable delay when one came here to shop, Reilly and Byrnes were not the owners of the store; a man named Hoff really owned it, but because nf nthor hiicinnce intjTAClc uhlrh looK UP mosl nLS ume ne selQom made an appc.irance at the store. It was thus conducted for many years, then Byrnes died and It was thereafter known as "Reilly's." Later on Haff withdrew from it and Pal Reilly became sole owner. The store had about 15 feet frontage on Warren St. and about 100 feet frontage on Hoyt St. There were, of course, tfte usual butcher's racks outside the store on which sides of beef were hung, and the windows were always piled hlgn with hams, bacons and other meats.

A shed was in front of the store on the Warren St. side and along Hoyt St. But about 20 years or so ago the fire deparunent began clearing away the sheds in front of all the stores in the neighborhood arid Reilly's had to come down. New-health laws aUo came to the fore in regards to the handling and care of foodstuffs, and the store could no longer string its meat on the ra ks outside as previously, but had 10 Pllt 11 ln lhe 're boxes at the end of the store Most of the store's customers carried away their pur chases with them but. manv who i lived outside of the neighborhood I had theirs delivered to them.

The deliveries were made ln a one-horse contraption very much resembling an Irish jaunting car. There were about half a dozen of these carts at the peak of the store's business but later on only two. John and Mike Griffin drove these. John Griffin finally left Reilly's employ, but Mike Griffin staved with the store until Its final closing, not as delivery man hut on. or it.

h.i.rh.V. -nuiv" i I've forgotten his last, namei liked Mike and gradually taught him the 1 butcher business, and when "BIIIV died Mike bera-ne head butcher. Mike had a good "line" with the I and there rre hequent clashes him wd his help. There was one time when Reilly and Mike Griffin had a "run-in" and the latter qua in a huff, women of When th? the store learned tl.jt he was no longer there they transferred their busl- i ness elsewhere and the store lost much of trade. It was months I after Griffin came back to work for Reiliy that it regained It.

Al- nis workers ne nevertheless was a rather nice sort to other folks In the section. I knew him for years. He used to come down to the neighborhood everv Sundav after- noon to look the ground over and we had many a chat on his or the opposite corner. He wa-s a man that came up the hard way, but finally made good. The business gradually thinned out when other meat markets in the section opened up, and then a number of years after closing shop Reilly passed away.

The only other place in the whole lower part of handling meats that did anywhere as big a business as Reilly Byrnes was Figge's, at Smith St. and Atlantic but Figge's handled mostly pork products very little, if any, 1 beef, etc. I It was a time when prices were away down for foodstuffs and other i.iiiiis.i. juu uuugiu a pouna oi steak at the butcher's and said "Let me have a little liver for my you'd get enough to feed a do7.en cats for nothing thrown ln wtih your pound of steak or what- i ever else you had purchased. The finest corned beef cost 10 cents a pound, and other meats quite a.s cheap.

Old-timers who have been in the Old 10th for many years fail to re- cal1 another place of any kind that ala tne nllge business that nr'" "'nes meai market when at its peak. The corner at Hoyt and Warren I Sts. where Reilly's was located was quite a corner where the young fellow, of the immediate neighbor- hood met at night. Among them vuu wuuia always una rai xieuiy. Larry Mines.

Arthur Fitzgerald. Al ToPH- Col8an- Eddie De- "1K- John Eastman. Tommy Griffin. Bin Lo-'. Johnny Morris, Val Toole.

Mike McGuire, to name a u- lnp oi olri Warren and Hoyt St. crowd, JOHN P. PFALZGRAF 141 Wyckoff Brooklyn, V. Recall These Coney Slogans? Go whPt-e the crowds go." Louis Stanch. 1B9R.

Bicycles checked free." Paul Bauer. 1890. in a groop for a quarter." Tintype Charley. 130.1. "Injunctions don't go here." John Y.

McKane. 1BS2. Fp.tman's famous frankfurters." Charles L. Feltman, 1R7S. Tarnagps rhprkpd free." Ben Cnhn, lRflO, Sneak off -Sneak off." Close of season, 1900.

Hit em heavy hit 'em hard," Charles Stein. Edwin Prescott, 1901. Swept by ocean hree7.es."--Dreamland Park. 190. 'See Steeplechasp C.

Tllyon. 190. "Shont-the-rhutes." Paul Boy-ton, 189. Everything new hut the Luna Park, 190 23- Skirino." Bowery slang. 1907.

"Ride i' just for L. T. Thompson, 190. 'Fate 10 Cents War Tax I Cent Total II Cents" War rime. 191.

27j R'h St, Coney Island. W. F. MANGELS..