The morning times., 1896-11-22
in CENTRAL PARK.
The Four Hundred Out On Thanks
giving Day.
Pictures of the Drives of 0otham's
Celebrities.

like Rockefeller, he could not look the
part more than he now does. lie anu
Rockefeller might easily change piac,s
and both look exactly as he ought To
look.
sporty in dress and keen in eye. He holds
his ribbons jauntily, acts as though lie
were irving to SOW Il few wild oats and
keeps a sharp eye on all smiling cQuipag,S
that pass him.
Not so young Edwin Gould. With an
immense fortune willed to him and u
mighty business built up by himself. and
every choice OF enjoying life, he walks
through il like deacon in harness.
on these chill days in Central Park
you would hardly recognize the young
man if you had his photograph in your
hand. Coming down from risley Towers.
his country pla ce, he sits quietly back in
his victoria, with wife and baby beside
him. careworn look is upon his face.
He is on his way To dine with his iathcr-in
law, DR.. Shrady, who is the younger man Of
the two. Young Gould's horses are OF the
best, his wife of the prettiest, and his boy
phenomenally smart, but he is going the
pace That kills, the pace that took his father
in middle life. He works too hard. From
the side of the millionaire's carriage
bangles worsted carriage robe. 1t is
the work Of his industrious young wife
She is driving in a simple winter suit
without too many furs or toonuch elegance.
She is helping him save, and IL shows i'll
the turnouts Thanksgiving time.
4 different turnout belongs To George
Gould. THIS young man knows how 1"
spend his money. Thanksgiving you So"
him driving an English turnout. 1t has
three seats, and on the front seat Mr.. Gould
sits with his handsome wife. over her
head she holds a blg umbrella, not coach
ing paraSol. Behind her sit the nurses,
with the five children. The nurses have no
umbrellas. They ride in such sIn as thcrcis.
One Thanksgiving ii was cold. and the
winter turnout was brought forth. 1t
was a landau, into which all the family
piled. Two men sat on the box. Both wor"
deep, white capes, white trousers. and tall
hats, with fur trimming at the side. The
horses had long tails and the turnout was
Russian that day. This year il will he the
English wagon, with the bangtaied horses
and the umbrellas. George Gould smiles
constantly and his wife talks increasingly
and smiles. She smiles and mods to every
body. You see her and do not wonder that
she is the woman who smiled her way
into New York society
Robert Bonner for years brought his
Maud $. down to Central Park for her
Thanksgiving spin and crowds collected to
see the grand trotter. Before Bonner
bought her Commodore Vanderbilt used H.
trot her. But Maud $. is not as young as
she once was. Maud is OF age and con.
Siderably over. She could vote IL horse
age and intellect Were allowed To register.
Robert Bonncr's Thanksgiving trot Is
around the prepared course at Hemp
stead. For wears he has spent the day
there with his famous .'hobby-horsc." 1t
would not be Thanksgiving were he not
TO see her. His son Fred drove Maud once
just TO he able to say he had handled the
ribbons over her back, hut Robert Pom
ner's hands are the only ones that can
touch her. A petition was drawn up by
horse-Owners for Mr.. Bonner imploring him
to join the cavalcade this year in Central
| Park, and allow the public last glimpse
| of Maud S.
| T. c. Platt. looking all whiskerS and
eyes, drives in the park behind a hor.
rowed rig. He gets many invitations
from Democrats and Republicans that
| he has trouble to pick, but he picks a
Republican. Beside him sits Mrs. Platt
looking like his guardian angel. with her
| smooth, fair face. Platt looks like a
| mummy. In the cold air his cheeks
| whiten and his eyes get dull But speak
| TO him and he warns up like the top of "A
| gas stove. when the spark is touched under
meath. He loves to drive, and if YOU see !,
| figure muffled to the nose with n big soft
| hat dra wn down to the muffler it is Platt
Every Thanksgiving finds Cornelius Van
| derbilt driving in Central Park, as it find
| him at church in the morning. But he does
| no tlook the Vanderbilt of formerly. He i;
creased and sunken. His eyes are moi
| the Spnrl,lcrs they were, and the whit,
| look gives him more of an ecclcsia st ical
| air than ever He drives with his childreI
on his lap. His little girl on his knees, an,
the younger boys very close. He talks tC
them, points out things, and, and opposite
sits his wife, with the remainder of th,
family. The Thanksgiving horses are biacl
| as jet, with Il silver harness. They driv,
in victoria, a nd the livery is green.
| Henry Clews would rather miss his
| turkey than his Thanksgiving ride in Cen
| trail Park. Il may miss a dinner some
| time" he says, but don't expect TO mis-
my Thanksgiving drive. II can't owl
! horses will hire them, and il can't hirt
| I'll hint until some one invites me to drive
Horses" added he. are cheap now
Ny favorite Thanksgiving team, Henry and
Elsie, cost me a fortune. Now they woulC
| not bring a Song. The bicycle has ruined
the trade in horses. Every man can hav,
a horse these days. / drive Il horse the
| same as ! go TO the Episcopal Church, be
cause I was taught to do so. 1 shall be in
the park Thanksgiving, wearing u new
hat"
Presdent-elect Mckinley has been invited
TO Gotham for Thanksgiving dinner anC
drive. Mckinley DRIVES, as he does al
other things, slowly. Once he took the rein.
| OF pair Of white Russian horses belong
ing to one of the richest men in New
| York and man who had one of the fines
stables. Mckinley held the rcins so tigh
that the horses fairly champed the hi,
through and through, and the sweat poured
off Of them. ''Is anything the matter?'
asl.ed Mckinley.
Il am afraid they are going to run away
said the owner, taking the reins. Instant
| ly the horses started at their natural pace
a spanking one, and Mckinley, Mortified
| reached around for his wife. "She's safe, u
said the owner, bringing them to a stand
| still
| The Fifth avenue entrance to the park
presents a queer sight on Thanksgiving
| afternoon. Old cobs, drawing rickety
! cabs: limpy horses pulling hansoms, and
carryalls with one old fanny beast mingle
freely with horses that are from the royal
strain and cost their weight in gold dust.
1t is the New Workers. great day home,
| and he, i'll his Characteristic way, makes
the most of it. JAMES BARTON.
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