The Memphis appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1886-1890, 1886-09-22
THE MEN OF NEW YORK
WHO, WITH MILLIONS AND
POWER,
Are Shaping the DesIiuies of the
Metropolis OF the United states
The Vanderbilts.

New York lie ter TO the Philadelphia
Times: Stand for ten minutes on
Broadway today aud watch the rum
pied river of humanity rush alorg in
the sunlight. There goes middle
aged, swsrtby man, who strides along
with a quick, swinging step; brows
knitted in punches, hands half
clenched, dark eyes bent on the
ground. II is Cornelius Vanderbilt,
the richest man in the world. Not
one in ten thousand OF the moving
multitude knows him. There is a
rumor in the crisp sir today that Mr..
Vanderbilt is likely to be bidder for
the Broadway railway frar chise when
it is put up at auc ion. The only
thing that thu Fourth avenue line
needs is the track on Broadway to
make it the most perfect and most
valuable horse railway in the world.
The directors of the Vanderbilt vs.
tenn have already discussed the mat
ter quite unoffieislly, but the two Van
derbilt brothers have not yet been
heard from.
They could afford to bid higher than
any of their competitors, for not only
can they show $40, 100000 to anybody
else's one, but the Vanderbilt horse
ard steam railway constructions
would give it a greater vaue than
would any other possible arrangement.
Imagine the richest man in the
world controlling the richest thorough
fare in the world Thins of Cornelius
Vanderbilt as the successor of Jaks
Sharp! One thick necSed, vulgar
and grasping lobbyist, contempiuous
alike of puolic opinion and pubic
honor; The her lefty minded phil
anthrcpic gentleman, full of patriotism,
enterprise, energy and honesty, who
would scorn to C )nnive st the purchase
of official conscience. II the compe-
tition is fair and there are no public
servants to be bought it is not rash to
say that the Vanderbilts will take
hack at the Broadway pie.
Here comes a tall, raw boned man
with rosy features and greasy smile.
He sof,ly rubs his palms together as
he springs from foot to foot. 1t is
Lawson Never-get-left Fuller, Cross
between Demosthenes and P. T. Bar
mum, the man who intends 10 devote
the rest OF his life to the project of
building a eridiron of cable railways
all over New York.
See Bob Ingersoll's ruddy counte-
nance bobbing up and down in the
crowd. The old man is getting very
fat and the use of lion trimmed spec
tacles is not an improvement. A little
bird with a 40 cent breath and an in
extinguishable passion to become a
commissioner of something or other
tells me that Ingersoll is now prspar-
ing a lecture on Shakespeare, to be de-
livered this winter.
That sprightly, well-set gent eman
who crosses at the postoffice, and
strokes his snowy gard as he smiles
at passing friend, is Charles A. Dana.
If you should look in his hat ten to
one you would find pasted in the
crown of it "Turn the rsscals out"
If you look over there where John
L. Sullivan stands arguing with Joe
Coburn on the steps of the Astor
House, you will see the man who is
mar aging the idiotc boom for Henry
George as mayor. What pity that |
such an able man as Henry George |
should allow himself to be sacrificed by |
the horde of ignorant ipgratss who call |
themselves workingmen. The labor
vote OF New York is myth. Honest,
able and unselfish men have allowed |
themselves before now 10 be tricked |
into accepting nomination at the
hands of what looked like $4,000 work
ingmen. They have thrown all other
considerations to the winds and have
boldly stepped to the front as advocates
Of the labor cause. On election day
they were invariably deserted and die
graced. don't care how strong man
may be, if he is fool enough to accept
a nomination on the labor ticket he
will come out of the experience with
a faint OF anarchism or socialism upon
his name. Ipgrstitude, thy name is
the labor vote