The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1899-08-04

To the Editor Of the Journal ana COURIER
Self-inspection Is often concerted. ~
needs the kindly criticism Of our friends
to really awaken us. Even the taunts
of our enemies or rivals will beat a
mirror to inspire improvement. Often
| a trip away from home makes us spruce
up and we would prink a DIT more
were IL not for our under-cultured self
consciousness. Apply this briefly TO our
beloved city. This has been provoked
! into type by the above applied caustics,
and it passed along for mutual beneht'
| Outsiders have opinions, possibly value
! less. but can facts override? LOOK
| about us. try the searchlght, weigh,
compare, go away from home ana see
if we are seedy If our trousers do really
bag. our shoes are muddy, our vest iif
we have one) has grease spots, our spec
tacles specked, our hair or beard awry,
and even our nails untidy; All. heard
native say), all these are OF small
account. Look at our characters,
our criticisms, our industries, our
"has BEEN on all sides Far greater
these heroic qualities than mere show
and indications Of laziness. True, pos
sibly but how about the individuals
(and citiee) cultivating all the interior
and exterior of the living temple with
equal care and ability? A well kept
man or town passes for great DEAL is
great help in the intercourse of men
and the interchange of courtesies essen
tial to public growth. We shall be glad
to see Dewey. VIII he be glad to see
us and ours? Let us hope so.
But truly, how do we look and appear
to the outsider, not from Bethany or
Prospect, but from neighboring cities of
similar proportion and Importance in
count and force. Listen, while | repeat
Gf it had been In cold roll on a phone
/ would have bought up all the produc-
ton and burned them DOWN. What
glorious opportunity for beautiful city.
a great one Few better opportunities
exist upon the entire coast" why! it
is now. We have over one hundred
thousand souls"
Greatly! | see no city at ALL Merely
an aggregate of small towns. Your
main streets present a doleful appear
ance, less of interest than a side ave-
nue. in clean, new city. Your build
irgs gre like so many patch work or
crazy quilts. Your sidewalks are all
kinds from mud to an occasional made
stone; your crosswalks filthy, your
pavements varied as the stars, as dirty
as they can we'll be and be called clean;
your signs and awnings disgrace, your
trees, once so beautiful, fast giving way
to holes and sawed-off etumps your
mail wagon as Oriental as it can be
without a camel your harbor stencil
hole because your sewers stop almost
in the city limits, your water front idle,
your grand railroad system not half APP
preciated your side streets haWked to
death, your postoffice a place TO play
hide and seek and lose yourself in.
Your university, great and good as it is,
divides your population into clans and
classes. Your old family aristocracy
throttles the life veins of true growth
Your politicians tax high and padrone
poor voters into walking corpses with |
staffs, having an iron protection"
They make you eat dust half the year. |
and sweep it into your faces the rest |
of the time. Your milk is carried about |
the streets in open pals and dipped |
out at your very door or bottled while |
you wait" You have been, you are now |
possibly, frugal people. You do much J