Ball of lunatics at the Asylum, Blackwell's Island, East River, N. Y.
Such is Boston morality and such is woman's fidelity.
Burning of Steamers on the Ohio River at Cincinnati May 17, 1869.
Scene in a velocipede riding-school, New York City.
On the Beach at Newport, Rhode Island.
Great baseball match between the Atlantic and Boxford Clubs of Brooklyn.
In consequence of the new liquor law, this is the ingenious manner in which a worthy teuton friend of ours takes his family out for their Sunday rambles.
With open mouths and protruding tusks, they warn the intruder agents too near an approach.
One of the most thrilling disasters at sea that has happened for many years.
An extraordinary account of a mathematician, mechanician, and musician named Alix.
Startling accident at the draw bridge of the Rensselaer and Saratoga Railroad, Federal Street, Troy, N. Y., Saturday, Sept 23.
Traveling through fire—Fearful peril of a railway train, at Cedar Swamp, on the Eastern Railroad, Maine, Sunday, Sept. 17
An employee of the Boston Gas Works boasted his ability to kill a rat with his teeth.
Styles for the Month.
The original and daring aerial representation by Thomas Hanlon, now performed by him every evening at Niblo's Garden.
Mdlle. Carlotta de Berg, at the New York Circus, Fourteenth Street.
Faahee, or surf-swimming, is a favorite pastime with the natives of the Sandwich Islands.
We give in our present number a correct sketch of one of the largest specimens of the Porpoise that has ever been seen.
A simple schoolgirl prank spawned a new belief with millions of followers.
Kate Warne, America’s first female detective.
The Eye that Never Sleeps.
Cardiff, New York, October 16, 1869.

A gang of female rogues, of the East Side, New York, work a little racket of their own.
A New York reporter, while at Seventy-first street, between First and Second avenues, almost lost his eye-glasses and his composure when a girl accosted him and said: “Hey, there cully, chip in wunst for the beer.” She was backed up by half a dozen other amazons, all of whom wore their hair in straight bangs. “Hurry up, now. Chuck in your dust.” The girl took an affectionate grasp on the reporter’s coat-collar and the others closed around. Then the scribe went hurridly into his pocket, flashed up his second last quarter and gave it the female rough. Then they all scattered suddenly in answer to a signal, and a moment later the graceful outlines of Detective Salmon, of the Twenty-eighth precinct, loomed up. He laughed hastily. “You’ve been caught by “Lena’s gang,” he said, “and I suppose they saw the color of your coin. It’s just as well you did give them something, because they use their hands vigorously. Their leader in their neighborhood is a rather pretty Polish Jewess named Lena Meyerheimer, who works when she is not idle at one of the cigar factories up on First avenue. She and her younger sisters are about as tough as young girls can be. The congregate with and emulate the boys of the Sylvan Star gang. Most all her followers are cigar makers, too. That trade seems to have especial attraction for bad girls.”
Reprinted from the National Police Gazette, October 18, 1884.



