Mutoscopes provided a window into the risqué

The year is 1900. You’re a Rochester boy old enough to ride the streetcars, and you’ve got a few nickels in your pocket. Where to go?There’s the ballpark on Culver Road or the races at Driving Park. You could ride up to the beach if the weather is good, or down to the South Avenue bathhouses if it isn’t.Or – if your taste runs toward the risqué – you could slink downtown to the Clinton Avenue moving picture parlor.From the mutoscope archives at George