"All visitors to New York wanted to see Greene Street by night,
for it was the most notorious thoroughfare in the United States. Two
blocks west of Broadway, extending from Canal Street northward to Clinton
place, later Eighth Street, by daylight it had the look of a decaying
residential quarter lined with red-brick, low-stooped houses now grown
shabby--a quiet, deserted street. Greene Street only came alive after
dark. Along its whole length, on both sides, nearly every house was
a brothel. Over the front doors, gas lamps blazed in bowls of tinted
glass, usually red but of other colors also. On these lamps the names
of the proprietor, or of the establishment, were etched in white: 'Flora,'
'Lizzie,' 'The Gem,' 'The Forget-Me-Not,' "Sinbad the Sailor,'
'The Black Crook.'
The houses at the lower end of Greene Street, near Canal, catered to
the crews of ships docked along the Hudson River. At that end of the
street, also, were the celebrated 'ball-rooms.' These were large, low-ceilinged
halls, with a platform at one end for the musicians and opposite this
a long bar. ...As you went northward along Greene Street, the quality
of the brothels improved and their charges mounted. There were establishments
catering to clerks and small tradesmen; up near Clinton Place were the
houses for the more prosperous members of the middle class. All along
Greene Street the shutters were tightly closed, but here or there you
could see a light peeping through from a parlor or upper room. Every
house had its pianist, who entertained in the parlor where liquor was
sold, and the whole street echoed with the popular music of the day."
(Morris, 46)
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