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j (fit&AMn MATTERS OF SOME IMPORT TO DWELLERS IN .TOWN AND COUNTRY CURRENTTOPICS OF INTEREST FOR MEN AND WOMEN READERS s VOL. XIX. TWENTY-FOUR PAGES POKTLAND, OREGON, SUNDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 25, 1900. PAGES 13 TO 24 NO. S. Wm. Gads ....THE HOUSEFURN1SHER.... GADSBY BLOCK , Corner Firstand Washington A Beautiful Furni ly ;' hcd Bedroom It's an old chestnut to say that "one third of your life is $pent in bed," but it is a fact. Do you get all the rest and comfort you need during this third of a lifetime? If not, come and see us. See our beautiful Metallic Bedsteads with full brass mounts at $3.50. Try our Comfort Spring at $2.50. And our AH-Curled-Hair Mattress, 30 lbs. in weight, for $10.00. WM. GADSBY Jhe Housef urnisher The Gadfey Block, Cor. Washington and First Sts. We Beg to Announce the Arrival of Advance Spring Styles We Arc Showing All the LATEST PARISIAN EFFECTS ...Such as... 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Any druggist, 10c, 2c, 50c Take one now and Feel well tomorrow 412 EW frontier towns, and time was when Portland was In that category, grew from obscurity to metro politan proportions, with as small a share of criminal suprem acy, as has fallen to the lot of Portland. On the whole, the metropolis of the Pa cific Northwest has always been a moral city, taking into con sideration the fact that It Is a seaport town, and that har- j bor cities are pro ' i verblally bad, and I also considering that 1 this is the headquar ! tern of an Immense 'ij mining district, and . that to the city on .-'. the Willamette flock cowboys and range- men from a territory larger than any European kingdom or empire, with the exception of Russia. Sailors from every land and every clime, are here peren nially; miners from the great states of Oregon and Washington, from the wilds of Montana and Idaho, from Northern Utah, Nevada and California, from the wastes of British Columbia and from the almost boundless expanses of Alaska, and the frozen North, frequent Oregon's me tropolis. It has been so since the earliest days of the development of the Northwest, and probably always will remain so. Distances Eliminated. Distance has been practically eliminated In the great West. Vancouver, Lewiston, Salt Lake City, Carson, Marysvllle and San Bernardino are nearer neighbors than any six towns of the same felative im portance in any single one of the New England states. People in Northern Ida ho are fairly well acquainted' with tho&e In the middle of Montana, yet the dis tance between $hese places is greater than that from Maine to Florida. In early pioneer days the vigilance committees of Lewiston or Walla Walla never Inflicted capital punishment, except the fact and the principals were pretty well known In Tucson or San Luis Obispo. From this viewpoint then, the .morality of Port land, in pioneer days, as well as at the present time. Is as surprising to the visitor as It is gratifying to the resi dent Every city has Its own pe culiar and particular bad spot. The "Barbary Coast" of San Fran cisco is as well known the world over as Jt. Peter's or the Coliseum at Rome; or the Tower of London at Britain's cap ital. It Includes a whole section of the city, and has its boundary lines as dis tinctively marked as those of the mission, It derived its name from the Coast or Barbary, along the Mediterranean, ana the point of resemblance is found in that pirates infest both places, though the rob bers are of a different kind. Portland's "Enrbnry Const." For this reason, the North End of Port-' land's water front Is often. Called Port land's Barbary Coast. Seattle, Tacoma, Los Angeles and all coast towns have this peculiar section, some In a more marked degree than others. Portland is not exempt. She has always had and some of them exist yet her dens of vice and crime and her Barbary Coast. Some people argue that they are necessary evils, and that the town ia better for them. However, like the poor and the Salvation Army, they cannot be shaken off. The gambler, the tough, the typical cow hoy and the old-time miner are wont to exclaim that the good old times are gone, never to return, for, in the palmy dajs of yore, Portland had a Whltechapel district that was not in the habit of playing second fiddle to the slums of any town. On aS small scale, it was In the same class with the Barbary Coast of San Francisco, or the lower Canal-Street district of New Orleans. All this, however, was before the moral reform wave set in. Portland's past and present are radically different, yet there are those who believe, or sny they do, that the former condifoq of society is preferable. Most of the men who kept the old-time resorts are dead, therefore, perhaps, noth ing but good should be said of them. Oth ers have reformed, and a few ara strug gling along in this and other cities, lead ing an echo of their former lives. "Ivy Green." " One of the old-time Portland dives, the name of which will go sounding down the corridors of time as that of a tough den, was the "Ivy Green," that flourished on Second street, below Taylor. Fifteen years ago, this was one of the most notorious of all the rendezvous of the "panel work ers," and a long list of robberies, and even graver crimes, has been recorded to the discredit of this joint. y A "panel worker" Is a man who enters a room through a panel and robs the in mates. The rooms are finished with extra high wainscoting, with large panels some of these are in reality doors and when a victim has been sufficiently plied with bad liquor or "knockout drops," he is placed in bed In one of these chambers, with high panels. .After he Is asleep, the "panel worker" enters the chamber, nflss the victim's pockets and departs as noiselessly as he came. This happens when the se lected victim Is a sound sleeper. Should miner, and a dangerous man, he will fight. Then murder has been resorted to. Mmy miners who have worked throughout, the summer, with varying degrees of succeFs, have come to Portland, in the autumn, to have the proverbial miners' "good time," only to be relieved of their dust in the "Ivy Green" In a single night. It Is said that a number of men. have mysteriously died with their boots on In this place. Others of a Kind. Another den of vice, similar In all of its appointments, was the old "Red Light" saloon. This rumshop was conducted in the most approved style and was lun with all the variations. Carrie Bradley kept i &i '.iiijitLvsli ""wjct j-i their legs. The, only other occupant of Shortell's saloon at the time was a Swede, who fainted from fright. The effect was a dive of this kind on Third street, near I wholesome, and the habit that prevailed 111 Yamhill, that has a history. It was here that a logger named Brown was mur dered accidentally in an effort to keep him from testifying before the grand jury. It was supposed, that two women, Dolly Ad ams and Molly Fllppen, were gui'ty of tLe crime, but they were acquitted, after a long trial. Carrie Bradley was sent to prison for life, for complicity in the mur der. In those days, "Jim" Turk's sailor boarding-house, In the North End, flourished like a green bay tree. Jim Is the man who shanghaied his own son, and In the zenith of his powers, he had, for a runner the celebrated "Dan" Moran. "Gassy" of closing up saloons galore was never resumed to any extent In Portland. It was in this saloon that a somewhat self-important Englishman, while drink ing, explained to a group of men how much he knew. "Different nationalities have different tlme3 to drink," he said. "The French, drink a great deal with their mealsf so do' the Germans; but we Eng lish drink more largely after dinner." "And we Americans drink when . we damnedi please," chimed In the Irish-American behind the bar. "Liverpool Liz," et al. "Liverpool Liz" was proprietor of a sa loon, gambling den and "robbery," called 1 t Hi HI &- rl'd if Si' si lli9JBfflKi ,"1 Ml wfflh W?ES ftp, lj I $ r,J:'sr.:;w oviBiSttaeaBHIWii MARCH. (SmMmjl) rs '' mzr 2mrymrs i..f mm lZj.-Y?S. vvSSuhE ,50?iryl'Syr- i "V -csass" y m$m$sm cx f THD L.I&S, THE LAMB ASH THE WIXDl'-WEATHEB MAIDEN. " . i leoted voum is a souna steeper, anouia )tl''''''tt't'"''Mi'tSlMi''8't''t'itPJ lie awake and uerhaps be a cowboy or a Charley, who was afterwards hung, fre quented this place. Most Portlanders of mature, years re member Amy Brinton, the height of whose ambition was to keep- the toughest joint on record. In this, she probably succeed ed. Her rumshop and gambling den, on Third street, near Yamhill, was the scene of many crimes. Robberies perhaps mur derssuicides, blighted lives and ruined homes were landmarks that lined her trail. Bequeathed a Fortune. ' In the height of her glory, a relative of Immense possessions died in Ireland and bequeathed to the gentle Amy all his wealth. Then she took a stand to be good, and was as enthusiastic In her piety as she had ever been In her wickedness. It is said that she gave up all her fortune to purchase prayers for the repose of the souls of those who had gone wrong and died In her den of vice. Subsequently she became mentally deranged, and Is now con fined in a lunatic asylum. In the old days, flv cowboys came to Portland to see tfie elephant. They saw him, one evening, In dozens of different poses, and toward midnight their amuse ment took the form of closing up saloons In the North End. Their manner of pro cedure was to enter a saloon, have a fist and skull fight, make the bartender set up drinks all around, and then close up his place for the night. -At that time Robert Shorten, who, for i many years, Kept a saloon or a better class In Portland, was selling whisky In the Whdtechapel district. The block of five marauders entered Bob's place and made the usual demands. The leader said: Tackled "Wrong Customer. "We have just shut up six bars, and-lt's your turn next. Set up your refresh ments and then get out see?" Shortell picked up a heavy Iron "bung starter" that weighed something less than a ton, and leaped ovet the 'bar, exclaim ing: ' "This Is an Irish house, and we close up when we get ready." Then the" "bungstarfer" began to come into play. Two, of the outlaws fell in side the bar, another was dropped on the sidewalk, and the remaining air escaped the "Dragon." This was a great resort for French pirates, ,and many unsophisti cated cowboys and miners were there re lieved of their surplus cash. A similar place was kept by "Old French Mary," near Third and Yamhill streets. The fact cannot bo accounted for, but It la nevertheless true, that the worst of these dens, in the old days In Portland, were conducted by women. In these places, of course, the gambling attach ments were run by men, but the master spirit that presided abtho helm was a fe male mind. At the beginning of the Klondike ex citement, there was a revival of the old water-front successes of pioneer days.1, Montana and Idaho cowboys, who were among the first of- the argonauts, were largely responsible for this. An incident, well remembered In the North End, occurred when five cowboys from near Missoula, Mont, came to Port land to outfit for the Alaska gold fields. They brought their horses with them to tho Coast, and they were celebrating the occasion of their arrival in true cowboy style. In a body they rode into a saloon and Dance Hall at the North End and called forten drinks, one each for them selves and horses. Their guns were very much In evidence, and It Is perhaps need less to state that the drinks were served. A party of barroom bums fell heir to the equine refreshments. "Joe" Taylor's Place. The most picturesque of all the dives that obtained under the old regime was perhaps that at Front and Taylor streets, kept by "Old Joe" Taylor. Among the attractions this joint offered were Included dog fights. In the rear room, and cock fights, in the cellar. Old Joe kept a par rot hanging In front of his shop that could swear like a trooper. The claim was made for him that he could repeat the Lord's prayer in 10 different lan guages. This may not have been true, but, at all events, the bird gave out choice hits of profanity In English, Span ish and Portuguese. In those days murders were numerous, and many of them were concocted, and some of them were committed. In the dives In the Whltechapel district- One of the best remembered of these mur- unharm,ed, by "timely and clever use of 4 dors wa9 the brutal killing of ft Frenoh ' barmaid, who wras literally chopped to pieces with a meat ar. There were no 1 eye-Tvltnesses, but the alarm was qulck- t ly given by a little black and tan dg that belonged to the murdered wo: Bobbery was no. the motive. It w lover s quarrel, ana aitnougn neany everybody had strong suspicions, as to the personality of the perpetrator, no ar rests were made. The suspect lives in Portland now, and is prominent in a way. At the time the Portland Hotel was In course of construction, tho mutilated body of a miner was found in the building. The supposition Is that the man, who was known to have had J1C00 in gold with him, was killed In solie of the then no torious dives on Third street,. the body robbed and then carted to the new hotel building. Some Modern Dens. From a den of vice point of view, Port land's past is-Immeasurably superior to her present. She has retrograded. The sun of her glory has passed its noon, and the evening shadows are lengthening. There is little left now, hut small music and dance and beer halls, with their evils of box rustling, and the few gambling houses. There are. of course, the Chinese Joints hut most of. ttoesc arjjpatroaise Only., by4 the- -Atlaflcst ihemselves. The. tahineso lottary houseware run la qqh- nectloh. w-iCh latin&rtes, hut are" aw orderly, and no ono Is robhed of "mora money than the market price of the lot tery tickets. A few opium dens still ex ist, but white people who frequent them are so few that they really amount to nothing. The same may be said of the Oriental gamblIng-house3, where "fan tan" prevails. White men rarely visit these places, and Chinamen arernot very communicative; hence the "public knows little of them. The old-time gambling-houses are no more. In some of the down-town saloons and beer halls gambling, on a small scale. Is going on, but the ominous sign is, displayed: "No betting- except for drinks and cigars." This, of course, Is a dead letter, but it casts a kind of dam per on -the festivities. Thenuislc halls, too, have been robbed of their pristine glory. Victims are not so numerous as they were in the- palmy days of yore, and few "touches" are on recerd. Some of these places, however, are wit nesses of many fights between the intoxi cated men who frequent them, and be tween the customers' and the box rustlers. Sttrth and Music. Tho places in Portland where mirth and music reign supreme, from twilight to dawn, are on Burnside street, in the vi cinity of Second and Third streets. There are several of them, and every night they are in a blaze of glory. It Is a commingling of beer and music There Is music -and music, but this is muelc. In some of these places pianos are kept that are played by turning a crank. Young women are employed to sit at these and grind out the mechanical melody with their feet. Perhaps they mako more har mony this way than In the regulation manner of playing a piano, and after the audience has. had a sufficient number of drinks of North End whisky it can easily he deluded into believing it is listening to celebrated interpreters of the old mas ters, whb trot in the same class with PaderewskL Old bums, when thoroughly enthused with stale beer, have been seen to stand and admire a woman who was grinding out "Because I Love You" and "I'd Leave My Happy Home for You" by her clever manipulation of the pedals, and talk earnestly to each, other about her "delicate touch"; her "tono color"; her Interpretation," and her "soul power." All the while tho woman with bleached hair and painted cheeks was simply turn ing a crank, while the works of the old masters, perforated In cardboard, were being wound off a reel. In these all-night music halls there ara billiard and pool tables a free-lunch coun ter and women who sing and dance. In private rooms there Is frequently gam bling, where the limit Is sometimes high. However, these places are legitimate, and are said to he conducted on the square. Bright lights are gleaming on the out side; good feeling prevails on the Inside, and here the millionaire, the laborer and the tramp fare alike, while their' mosey lasts. Any man is welcome who has the price of a drink. "'r-r-'"sr-'Ts sir wli w I p IHBpar- vnH9i 1 ' If vl ' BlBlw I' 11 I1RBW' JliillBi'It 2 n lill WMm -Mm III i m ll I- K li - Cifll ill"'-- " immmStML WwfSSmM liH Irallib " I fe-f- sSSilSfy PI BXbmbJ iBiHyifflr f MKii NttuUl jfflpjffnl ( tk THHWInp P-"'-' '-illllfc fe.'H' ' i i llSlllilllll'Iffl IJufflfeit!i' i jf$' ' ' 1 ififfllHI r ''" HiM'ir jFi l, STOPPED HIS GAME. K pShot With, Morphine, Gambler Falls ' Asleep at Faro. f-r'I sef gambling is running, wide open in Colorado again,'' said Walter Harris; a cattleman of Topeka, to a reporter of the Denver .Republican. "I don't sup pose, though, it Is"as'wIdeopen now as it was in tho lato '$, "I wCs itf 34a"nl$y, every summer at that time, and the high games that used to run at sons of the clubs would he an ey -openr to the gam blers of the resent day. CWttlwnea "S$CP maltfhi& , that am wm tt aflttMn and- thW IMS to IB ' fereaH;KWici SHfctSfetfctejH! nloaey. "I remember how one young fWfcnr was made to quit a winner, against his will. His name was Rich. He was a nephew of one of the big reaper men, and his folks kept him supplied with money, a. regular allowance: -He bad been gambltog every cent of it, letting .Mite pile up ir hotel and livery and everything else. "Bte peo ple seat word that they wooWn't seai any mora money, and said If he got into trou ble he'd have to get out hhneeif.. His creditors were Just about ready to jatrap onto him, when on night bo made a Ms; winning. He was pteytog faro la the club that's torn dowa now. It need to stand over from, ihe depot, aad woe the place for high play. "I suppose h had $4M0 or JSW hi front of him whenrhte friemfe haadh tryteg to persuade him to quit. He was jtoet like all the 'rest of then, going 'to' break the bank, and all that sort of tbhr. aad he wouldn't quit. "It was a red-hot night for MaattoM, and with the excitement and all melt had pulled off hfas coat and rolled up" bis sleeves There was a doctor among bis friends, and though he. hadn't soid any thing to Rich. I suppose he felt a re sponsibility, because the young fellow had come out here for his health, and bad been referred to the Manttou doctor by the doctor he had at home. "I was watching the play, though I didn't know any ot tho people. I aaw the L doctor turn his back to the cr for a minute, and fiddle with something he had taken out of hie pocket. Then he walked over to Rich and put his hand ea his bare arm. 'You need a sedative,' he said. Quick as a flash he took the hypodermic syringe he had la his hand and ftred a charge into Rich's ara. "Rieh said 'oueh,' had grabbed at the place where he had, been pricked, bat the deal was going off, and be turned to that again. Before half the cards wore out his head settled on the table, he com menced to draw good, long breathe, and waa-asleep. "The doctor took the chips, cashed them JnfNthen be took and wrote a receipt for the money and gave H to another friend Of Rich's to keep. Then he took Rich, loaded him into a carriage, took him ap to ! hla office, and watched over him uattt he came arouno, too . j his bHte, but he did no awre gemhWng in Manitou- They weanta't let Mat play again. . a Mle? Ma-wain?. So softly earn Mtrf Mawaia' Pat yeMwhdhr lwr sae mm Ba sa set e,wort to jawuM, , 3a ta huuMim' taoe o aaau Ba Ae feewalw! " Br e aowaas! Nea along- de na On oeeee' ye see fcer vettaV Soreadm fellce a Mae eo laad( Dew ye say lwrakla a-tmHaV "WM Ma aeoaea ob a&k Tec, B9heaaebfra! 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