"Next Sunday," said Dennis Carnahan, "I'll be after going down to see the new Coney Island that's risen like a bird from the ashes of the old resort. I'm going with Norah Flynn, and we'll fall victims to all the dry goods , from the red-flannel of Mount Vesuvius to the pink silk ribbons on the race-suicide problems in the incubator kiosk.
"Was I there before? I was. I was there last Tuesday. Did I see the sights? I did not.
"Last Monday I myself with the Bricklayers' union, and in accordance with the rules I was ordered to quit work the same day on account of a sympathy strike with the Lady Canners' No.2, of Tacoma, Washington.
"'Twas disturbed I was in mind and by losing me job, bein' already in me soul on account of havin' quarrelled with Norah Flynn a week before by reason of hard words spoken at the Dairymen and Street-Sprinkler Drivers' semi-annual ball, caused by and prickly heat and that divil, Andy Coghlin.
"So, I says, it will be Coney for Tuesday; and if the chutes and the short change and the green-corn silk between the teeth don't create diversions and get me feeling better, then I don't know at all.
"Ye will have heard that Coney has received moral . The old Bowery, where they used to take your tintype by force and give ye knockout drops before having your palm read, is now called the Wall Street of the island. The wienerwurst stands are required by law to keep a news ticker in 'em; and the doughnuts are examined every four years by a steamboat . The nigger man's head that was used by the old patrons to throw baseballs at is now illegal; and, by order of the Police the image of a man drivin' an has been substituted. I hear that the old amusements have been suppressed. People who used to go down from New York to sit in the sand and in the surf now give up their quarters to squeeze through turnstiles and see imitations of city fires and floods painted on canvas. The and degradin' resorts that disgraced old Coney are said to be wiped out. The wipin'-out process consists of ' the price from 10 cents to 25 cents, and hirin' a blonde named Maudie to sell tickets instead of Micky, the Bowery Bite. That's what they say—I don't know.
"But to Coney I goes a-Tuesday. I gets off the 'L' and starts for the glitterin' show. 'Twas a fine sight. The Babylonian towers and the Hindoo roof gardens was blazin' with thousands of electric lights, and the streets was thick with people. 'Tis a true thing they say that Coney levels all rank. I see millionaires eatin' and trampin' along with the crowd; and I see eight-dollar-a-week clothin'-store clerks in red fightin' one another for who'd squeeze the horn when they come to a corner.
"'I made a mistake,' I says to myself. 'Twas not Coney I needed. When a man's sad 'tis not scenes of he wants. 'Twould be far better for him to in a or to attend services at the Paradise Roof Gardens. 'Tis no when a man's lost his sweetheart to order hot corn and have the waiter bring him the powdered sugar cruet instead of salt and then himself, or to have Zozookum, the gipsy palmist, tell him that he has three children and to look out for another serious ; price twenty-five cents.
"I walked far away down on the beach, to the ruins of an old pavilion near one corner of this new private park, Dreamland. A year ago that old pavilion was standin' up straight and the old-style waiters was slammin' a week's supply of chowder down in front of you for a nickel and callin' you 'cully' friendly, and was , and you got back to New York with enough change to take a car at the bridge. Now they tell me that they serve Welsh rabbits on Surf Avenue, and you get the right change back in the movin'-picture .
"I sat down at one side of the old pavilion and looked at the surf spreadin' itself on the beach, and thought about the time me and Norah Flynn sat on that spot last summer. 'Twas before reform struck the island; and we was happy. We had tintypes and chowder in the ribald dives, and the Egyptian Sorceress of the Nile told Norah out of ............