The Haymakers and Hectors play a match game of base ball to-day.
The strike of the brick-makers has ended, the employees going back to work at the old figures.
Curbstones of the most approved cut are being put down on Sixth street, between Main and Walnut.
Boot-blacks have flung down the implements of their trade, corner apple stands are deserted and other juvenile professions generally, are abandoned for that of catching dogs for the pound at a rate of ten cents for the male and twenty cents for the female canines without the mystic C. T. P. on their collars.
Another knowing old gentleman invested sixty dollars in vain attempts to pick up the "little joke" in a game of three-card monte yesterday on board the M. P. R. R. train to this city from Jefferson City.
Mayor McGee, concerning whose return from the mountains we made a notice of yesterday morning, has taken stock in the following silver mines: Liberty Lode, Texas Lode, Rising Sun Lode, and Snowdrift Extension Lode, all new mines.
And still the rattling of dry bones is going on at the old graveyard on Sixth street. Yesterday a number of them were disinterred and carted off by the laborers who are grading the street there. One skeleton, the skull of which was covered with long hair, was exhumed, and a doctor was seen to take up a skull, wrap it in his handkerchief, and walk off with it. To see these things going on reminds one of Rip Van Winkle's pathetic remark, "And are we so soon forgotten?
Philanthropic. -- The following is an extract from a letter which was published in the News yesterday. It is hoped that some of our philanthropic citizens will accept Madame Williams' proposition. She says:
"If the citizens of this city will assist in raising the sum of $20,000 as an endowment fund for a House of Reform for Fallen Women, I will give $5,000 of the amount of money to be paid as soon as the citizens shall have subscribed one-half the required amount and appointed trustees to receive the same. No one knows the amount of misery and crime such an institution would prevent better than
Your obedient servant,
EMMA WILLIAMS.
Kansas City, July 28, 1870.
