We had a garbage can like the cans shown and a trash [[rubbish) can that was an open-topped 55-gallon drum. My father had a top out of 1x4s for that can. The paper you had to burn once a week in a wire container in the middle of the alley. There was an old black gentleman with a one-horse cart that used to go up and down the alleys the day before trash/rubbish pickup and try to salvage anything salable at the junk yard. He never made a mess and so nobody minded it. We kids thought the horse drawn cart was pretty neat.