A gang of female rogues, of the East Side, New York, work a little racket of their own.
A Murray Hill belle, with a fondness for the Teutonic beverage, sets up a keg in her boudoir.

On a recent evening two well-known ladies of Virginia City, Nev., started out for a frolic disguised in fashionable male attire. They were accompanied by male companions, and visited several saloons, calling for drinks at the bar with the nonchalance of habitues. The young men were well known, but the barkeepers were puzzled in trying to guess the identity of their companions.
When they drank at the Sazerac the searching glance of Billy Eckhoft frightened the elder of the two ladies (who, by the way, is married) and with her companion she deserted the other couple and returned home, apprehending discovery. The remaining couple visited numerous saloons on C street and looked in at the faro games, the young lady passing for a good-looking, delicate young man. The participants in the harmless frolic are well known, but their names are suppressed through fear of creating a flutter of surprise in Comstock society.
National Police Gazette, June 26, 1886.


