Two Prisoners Handcuffed Together Jump from a Hotel Window in their Night Clothes and Escape.
Characters Found on a Passenger Train.
The Pretty Female Prisoner, Simulates a Fit and Attempts Suicide in the Central Police Station.
Disguised as the Devil.
A gambling saloon on one of the main streets of Leadville.
Getting into the Cars at 4th Avenue and 27th Street, New York.
The Sensation They Made in Leadville Streets.
In a Cheyenne gambling Saloon.
Astounding Revelations of a Low Cunning and Vile Curiosity in One of the Proprietors of the Grand Opera House.
Interior of a Pulman Parlor Car on the Pennsylvania Railroad.
A Remarkable Casualty which Overtook a Hoosier While Asleep in His Bed.
On the St. Lawrence River.
Uncle Sam: Come, ye gas-bags, both blue and gray, - Start yourselves on you homeward way.
Two female athletes at Virginia city Nevada, indulge in a wrestling match for the championship.
The Smoking Saloon.
They call it the "retreat" because of its charming privacy and apparent obscurity.
Raid on the Broadway concert saloons, New York.
Bound to be in style - The expedient of a carriage painter's daughter at Vallejo, Cal., to obtain striped stockings.
Two female athletes at Virginia City, Nevada, indulge in a wrestling match for the championship.
A Man in a Black Mask, Disguised as the Devil.
Young gentlemen of Boston submitting their arms to a charming female vaccinator.
A man's head blown to atoms by the explosion of a beer barrel on Long Island.
Desperate Duel between Ladies of Rank, at Santa Cruz.
Commencement of the Heated Term—Swells and Belles at the Mountains and on the Sea Shore.
The Demon Work of the Chinese Poppy Poison.
Idiotic freak of some young men at Los Angeles.
Vacationers leaving Lake George, New York, 1879.
A Cincinnati woman gets up a lively street sensation by vigorously thrashing a man on the sidewalk, and explains to the crowd that he was her runaway husband, whom she had industriously sought for that sole purpose.
Many a one, who otherwise would not contribute a dime, will take a chance in a lottery.
Pawn tickets make bad collateral.
Of The Palace Steamer Drew.
Anthony Comstock was on a personal mission to protect America from vice.
The Eye that Never Sleeps.
The athletic diversions of an association of dashing damsels in their club rooms in Chicago.
Cardiff, New York, October 16, 1869.
The Audacity of a Professional Thief.

New York, New York, 1888 - Sparking in Tompkins Square, a place which Cupid has made his favorite stomping ground, and where the stern paterfamilias is wont to appear.
Cupid has had great sport in Tompkins Park, this city, on pleasant evenings of a Sunday for some time past. Recently the interesting spectacle of forty couples breathing tales of love was witnessed at this charming rendezvous for "spooney" young men and women. Near the circular structure in the center of the park sat a maiden of sixteen or thereabouts, clad in a maroon dress, which just reached to the tops of her buttoned boots, a lavender jacket, and a jaunty hat matching her dress, with a raven's wing in the band.
Close beside her sat a youth of equal age, who was gazing into her eye. He held her hand in his, and in an undertone told her many pretty secrets.
Changing her hand to his other one, his arm gently stole round her waist. She seemed unconscious of it. He whispered something and she shyly looked at him, presumably the better to understand his whisper. He inclined his face to hers and "just one" he pleaded-and hastily took one, two, three. He paused a few seconds in admiration of her and then resumed talking, and she talked, too, in a bashful way.
But presently a very substantial vision intruded itself upon their happiness-a tall, ponderous Dutchman in trousers of ample volume, a jean jumper and a velveteen cap similar to those worn by the drivers of brewery wagons.
"You vas here, eh?" he queried of the girl. "You vas coom home."
She coomed.
Another young couple plumped down. The Fellow manifested his affection by pulling his sweetheart's hair and pinching her ears. She tee-hee-hee'd, slapped him playfully, and twittered, "Now, Jamesie, you stop." But just the same she didn't seem pleased when Jamesie did stop. She slapped him some more; whereat Jumesie pushed hack her head and gave her a loud kiss.
With all the couples the time was fraught with happiness and sweetness and most of them didn't leave the park until the broad-faced clock in the steeple of St. Bridget's Church nearby tolled the hour of ten.
The National Police Gazette, November 3, 1888


