Show I DINNER PARTIES IN A DUNGEON I The Grewsome Festivities That New York SocietisIndulgug I Newk Herald Think of a dinnoparty in a dung on the menu served with such accompaniments accompa-niments as clanking chaps on ponderous ponder-ous doors great ironbarre windows and swarthy lowbrowed attendants in prison garb stalkIng in and out with the steaming viands It makes you shudder doesrt i Yet just such dinners dIn-ners as these promise to be quie the jolest of the winter season i th few In which society has already indulged may be accepted as criterIa The Jolly Dungeonfor such the scene of these grewsome festivities is desigatedhas veh known to New York for only a few weeks It is quite the novelty of the hour For weirdness it equals anything in the old word Just now it affords a lot of fun for the man who enjoys ringing surrses on his friends He asks a score or more to dine with him at the Waldorf mayhap may-hap and when they come he bundles them one and all into a rickety old stage coach and whisks them away to the dungeon They are le through along a-long dingy passageway toward a flickering flick-ering light which 1s seen on coming nearer to be set back in a recess half hidden by cobwebs The air is musty the half deadened echo of footfalls malts the flesh creep The men wonder what is to come next and their feminine fem-inine companions are nearly lightened out of their wits Then the host fetches forth a monstrous key and coolly fits the like of which was it into a padlock lke wa neer seen before when clang the great iron door swIngs back and he solemnly bows hIs guests in There Is more rattling of keys and the mon strous key has locked the door behind them A series of Ohs from the ladies la-dIes intermIngle with Great ScoUs from the men Each one wonders what next They would be in total darkness except for twp straight shoots of light from a bulseye opposIte and a faint gleam through a crevice in one corner At the furthest end great iron bars loom dimly and in the red light from behind are glimpses of dusky figures in convict con-vict strpes walking to and fro Low weird music as of muffled voices sepulchral se-pulchral In their dirgelke chat seem to come from under ground A moment for all this Then an electrical elec-trical switch is touched and the place is flooded with light Such a commotion commo-tion In one breath the ladles declare they are frightened to death and In the next that it Is perfectly jolly Opera hats and top coats are gotten rid of and everyone enters into the spirit of the occasion Its a jolly lark and they Ute it immensely Butchers aprons are passed around and there is a lot of fun helping one another get into them Then the beefsteaks come on and the colored attendants in convict garb whisk to and fro First they bring in a tray of cocktails of the oldfashioned lend The beefstealts are then served on thin square pIeces of bread and taken dIrectly in the fingers for there are neither plates nor forks to be had This isshocldng the feminIne novices nov-ices in Bohemianism declare but it Is also delcious And they are served again and again The guests are seated on benches built into the wall A rickety wooden box stands in front of each and on it a stone mug and a clay dish filled with saIL In the center of the room an old soapbox sUPPQrts the huge clay celery bowl and all hands help themselves The kitchen is separated from the revelers by a formirableloolcng door ot Iron barthe same through which the red light had gleamed upon their entrance Tempting whiffs and sputters sput-ters from English chops and the beefsteaks beef-steaks cavort through the oDening The cook peers out every noW and then There is a piano over in one corner and some one plays a rollicking tune the boxes are set aside and dancing is begun Between the dances there are songs and choruses The banjo and guitar are taken from tIm colored attendants who have twanged out their racIal melodies during the early evening and the dungeon dun-geon echoes with the merrymaking It is late quIte late when the rickety stage coach finally rolls away and the great iron door clang on th9 deserted dungeon and New York socIety folk feel well assured that they have been thoroughlY bohemian and have a no I end a good time as well |