The sun., 1881-12-04
A Hearty Welcome with Some Draw.
backs.


We welcome to New York the eeventy-flve
Ohio editors who, with their wives and
daughters, arrived here on Friday morning.
That their stay in the metropolis will be
marred by no unpleasant incident, that it
may be replete with happiness throughout,
we sincerely wish.
1t is true the weather just now Is little
uncertain, and in these hazy, misty days the
city does not appear at its best, but visitors
from distance can always find many things
In great capital which it is both interest
ing and profitable for them to study. We
call their attention, for instance, to the
growth OF the city to the northward. and
particularly on the eastern side. They will
find the streets pretty compactly built up,
even as far as Harlem. Let the young peo-
pie In the party note down In their diaries
the northernmost limits OF New York at the
present time. They can then refer to the
entries twenty years from now. say when,
perhaps, they will be again in the city. and
be able to better understand the rapid growth
OF the town in which the whole country takes
% much pride.
Twenty years ago, We will inform them,
the Forty-second street reservoir, then one
extremity OF the closely settled portion OF
New York. Below it, even, there was much
unoccupied space. At that time Central
Park was rough stretch OF land which the
landscape gardeners were engaged in trans
forming into pleasure ground OF varied
beauty. But our rural friends from Ohio
come too late to SEQ the Park at its best. 1t
was incomparably more attractive ten years
ago than it is now. for OF late its manage
ment has been stupid, vulgar. devoid OF
taste. and disgraceful to the city.
They will, OF course, admire the splendid
and costly dwellings put up OF late years
BY our railway magnates. Coming further
down town, they must be surprised to see
how high the business buildings are. Since
elevators. or lifts, have come into so gen.
eral use, structures eight and nine stories
high are common enough. OF course none
OF them will fail to visit the Tall Tower,
which Is now surrounding The SUNS plain
and sensible old edifice. Let them ascend
that lofty pile and give their wives and
daughters a view OF New York from its
dizzy summit, stopping on the way to con-
gratulate the Young Editor on his many
and varied triumphs, journalistic. social,
political material, and sentimental.
Going down further, to Wall street, we
suggest to them that they call on JAY
GOULD. Uncle RUFUS HATCH, the benevo-
lent RUSSELL SAGE, and Sir CYRUS w. FIELD
Then let them obtain admittance to the
Stock Exchange. where they will see noble
throng OF brokers, many OF whom are as
handsome as they are sharp.
There are innumerable other things. and
or nicha int
people, for our Ohio friends to see in New
York, but we shall not attempt to point
them out more particularly. Indeed, it is
always difficult for citizen to know where
to take rural visitor. who generally gets
along better II he follows his own taste and
inclination, with the help OF a guide book;
and here In New York people have to be
chary about giving introductions. More
over. to-day our friends from Ohio will OF
course all 60 to church, and it would not be
consonant with their mood for US to dwell
long on secular affairs.
But glad as We are to welcome our edi-
torial brethren from Ohio, we are mortified
and disgusted to learn that they iourneyed
hither without paying their railroad fares.
They came on passes, 1t seems. They were
deadheads, In fact. That they should have
asked or accepted such favors is discred-
itable to the members OF the Ohio Editorial
Association. Why should they travel free
any more than other people? How are they
going to discharge their obligations to the
railroads which deadheaded them? Oh, fie
on such sale OF their independence!
Our welcome. too, Is tinged with disap-
pointment. We scan the roll OF the distin-
Ruished party and miss the name OF the
brightest ornament of the editorial profess
sion in Ohio. Where is the truly good
Deacon RICHARD SMITH? Alas he is not
here. His absence is, indeed. a source of
sadness. We pause to reflect upon it.