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.

How Marie Played a Romantic Trick on Her Lover and Brought Him to Time.
Here's a young girl of romantic temperament who yet would not sit like Patience on a monument smiling at grief or pine in a green and yellow melancholy until her lover made up his mind to declare his earnest Intentions. Oh, no; she was one of your right sort who didn't believe in picking a rose to pieces leaf by leaf in a garden while interrogating blind luck whether he loved her or loved her not. She was a New Orleans girl and her name was Marie Ravineau. He was a house painter and a good hearted fellow with everything admirable about him except that he would not talk right out. His name was Henry L. Jackson.
Well, On the 29th ult.. Henry was sitting on a swinging scaffold made by a horizontally placed ladder hung from the roof by ropes attached to either end. He was painting the front of a four story house. Marie went me up to that roof, swing herself down the rope to the ladder and with a knife began to hack at the ropes.
"Does he love me?" said she, "Oh, say you do."
But Henry didn't cackle worth a cent. Then she cut a strand of the rope, saying, "He loves Me," then another strand, “He loves me not,” and thus alternating her assertions until there remained but one little strand. Then the painter eagerly protested his love and she fell in his arms. The last strand broke and the pair clutching the rounds of the now vertical ladder were suspended in mid-air ten minutes before they could be rescued.
The painter’s mind seems quite unbalanced by the shock but Marie vows they shall not commit him to the lunatic asylum until she is married. That’s what she started out to do and she’s going to accomplish it. That’s a woman that trifles will not throw off, you bet.
Reprinted from National Police Gazette, June 10, 1882.


