Tin-types taken in the streets of New York : $b a series of stories and sketches portraying many singular phases of metropolitan lifeQuigg, Lemuel Ely
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Tin-types taken in the streets of New York : $b a series of stories and sketches portraying many singular phases of metropolitan life
Quigg, Lemuel Ely
New York (N.Y.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
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TIN-TYPES
TAKEN IN
THE STREETS OF NEW YORK
_A SERIES OF STORIES AND SKETCHES
PORTRAYING MANY SINGULAR PHASES
OF METROPOLITAN LIFE_
BY
LEMUEL ELY QUIGG
_With Fifty-three Illustrations by Harry Beard_
NEW YORK:
CASSELL PUBLISHING COMPANY
104 & 106 FOURTH AVENUE
COPYRIGHT,
1890,
By O. M. DUNHAM,
_All rights reserved._
Press W. L. Mershon & Co.,
Rahway, N. J.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
I. MR. RICKETTY, 1
II. MR. JAYRES, 20
III. BLUDOFFSKI, 43
IV. MAGGIE, 65
V. THE HON. DOYLE O'MEAGHER, 87
VI. THE SAME (_concluded_), 107
VII. MR. GALLIVANT, 126
VIII. TULITZ, 148
IX. MR. MCCAFFERTY, 170
X. MR. MADDLEDOCK, 189
XI. MR. WRANGLER, 211
XII. MR. CINCH, 242
XIII. GRANDMOTHER CRUNCHER, 271
TIN-TYPES.
I.
MR. RICKETTY.
Mr. Ricketty is composed of angles. From his high silk hat worn into
dulness, through his black frock coat worn into brightness, along each
leg of his broad-checked trowsers worn into rustiness, down into his
flat, multi-patched boots, he is a long series of unrelieved angles.
Tipped on the back of his head, but well down over it, he wears an
antique high hat, which has assumed that patient, resigned expression
occasionally to be observed in the face of some venerable mule, which,
having long and hopelessly struggled to free herself of a despicable
bondage, at last bows submissively to the inevitable and trudges bravely
on till she dies in her tracks.
Everything about Mr. Ricketty, indeed, appears to have an individual
expression. His heavily lined, indented brow comes out in a sharp angle
over his snappy black eyes, which, sunk far within their sockets, look
just like black beans in an elsewise empty eggshell.
His nose is sharp, thin, pendent, and exceedingly ample in its
proportions, and it comes inquiringly out from his face as if employed
by the rest of his features as a sort of picket sentinel.
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