"When Judge Pyper opened court this morning the place looked more like a boys' classroom in a school than a court of justice. On the bench in front of the desk was a row of fifteen boys, ranging from 12 to 15 years of age.

...The court began to explain. `You are accused of having created a disturgance last evening. You went to a house where a party was going on. You placed a tick-tack...on the window, and annoyed the people; then you set up such a shouting and yelling that folks forgot they were in a civilized country. ...Are you guilty or not?"

The first in the row, who had been addressed, arose. `We was there,' said he, `but we didn't have not tick tack. We had a piece of cotton and some resin, and we made a noise.'

One little fellow supplemented it with `Chris__, who lives in one part of the house, said there was going to be a party, and invited us to have some fun, so we went up and made a Squeak-squawk on the window.'

~Won't you let us off if we won't do it no more?' chimed in one of the boys as his eyes filled with tears.

(The judge lectured the boys and suspended sentence on their promise of good behavior.)

All of these boys were from the Twenty-first Ward. They are but the representatives of a class that exist in nearly every ward in the city, and who, unless they are checked, are on the road to crime."


"Why is that our young men and boys won't `let up' in the practice of the pernicious and health destroying habit of cigarette smoking? A few days ago a lad of eighteen, who had lost his head to this cause, died in a lunatic asylum. another young New Yorker who used six packages of cigarettes a day committed suicide while suffering from temporary insanity...ascribed to his indulgence in this vice.

Will the youngsters ever learn that they are carrying their lives in their hands and eventually must pay the penalty that reaches, in one form or another, the opium eater and drunkard?"



"Yesterday morning people were startled at the almost incredible news of the death of James M. Boyle, a member of the firm of Boyle & Co., Of Ogden...It seems that on Monday Mr. James Boyle went out collecting for the firm and during the day had gathered a considerable sum of money. In the evening he went to the gambling hall over the Royal Exchange, on Fourth Street, and indulged in the games going on there. It appears tht he lost money in every game, until the amount collected during the day was gone...and about 3 o'clock he arrived at his residence on Eighth Street.

His wife noticed he was shaking very much and thought he had taken a chill. She asked him what was the matter and he replied that he was all right. But Mrs. Boyle was not satisfied and got up in order to find something which would stop the trembling. As soon as the light was turned up and Mrs. Boyle had reached the bedside, her husband cried, `Goodbye, darling!' Mr. Boyle was dead before the physician reached the house.

An empty sixty-grain vial was found near the house the next morning which verified the supposition that Mr. Boyle had committed suicide by poisoning.


"An Albany physician declares that Americans suffer more generally from Bright's Disease and nervous disorders than any other people, and he declares the reason is that Americans sit down so persistently at their work.

He says, `Americans are the greatest sitters I ever knew. While Englishmen, Germans, and Frenchmen walk and exercise, an American business man will go to his office, take a seat in his chair and sit there all day without giving any relief to the muscles of the back. The result is that these muscles surrounding the kidneys themselves soon become week and debilitated.'

`I knew of a New York man who suffered from the nervous protrastion until it was recommended to him that he have a desk at which he could stand to do his work. Within a year he was one of the healthiest men you ever saw...and he had the appetite of a paver.'