The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-11-30
NEW YORK COAL
HOW THE CITY IS SUPPLIED
 WITH ANTHRACITE.
sev-a receiving Points-How Eas- fly the Entire System Can Be Tangied-Importance of Sale |,
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New York Evening Post,

Agents.
 New York Evening Post. The idea is to describe here the vast but simple machinery by which hard coal Is received and distributed in New York. Ordinarily this subject would be comparatively void of human interest. but in these days 1t possesses an almost cleo tric vitality. The comfort of all is in- volved in 1t. to say nothing of that do- nestle accord on which philosophers tell us our civilization stands.
 It was only yesterday that Mrs. Mo- Mahan said to her husband, in voice all the neishborhood could hear: So you can't get a ton of coal, can't man in the wa-ard," the last word di- vided and drawn out with whitening scorn.
 why don't you tIy?" insists Mrs. cant get q little. I saw load of coal leave Mir Dinsmore's yard today-and we have bought there for ten or twelve years. Why don't you inAst?'
 Haven't insisted?' exclaims MT. Mo Mahan with . murderous look at his helpmate. Haven't l written or tele- phoned. or gone to see him every day ging me. Do you think sit here wrap-' ped up in a quilt because I like it?' And there is the Macaroni family. It | is seldom that the same blow will cause the McMahans, the Madisons, and the Macaronis to cry out. Ordinarily the loss | or the distress of the one is the gain or the amusement of the other Today their binding thread, therefore. the coal inter- | est forms in our social fabric. Mrs. Macaroni did not twit her lord or | nag him. She hurled the coal bucket at his head and told him to take 1t and
 Come back when 1t is filled" she said. but not otherwise. Have you 8 brother in the coal mines. you boastsr of ! vain things?"
 what Dominick Did. It was true. Luigi Macaroni had a brother named Dominick-a miner near | Wilkesbarre. And he had boasted. All summer he had read the letters of Dom- letters. tn full of the ioftlest phrases the search for liberty has evolved; full of stern threats and great resolves. He Dominick-had shut down the mines. There would be no more coal until the king of Pennsylvania was in jail. Luigi was sorry now that he had read these l letters to his wife, for when she needed | coal she did not seem to care If there
 Luigi walked dejectedly to the little grocery store on Pearl Street. where he l traded. There were some twenty others, Italians and Jews. crowdns a about Q, the the hands. The shrill voice of the grocer could be heard within crying:
 Whats the use ot your standing gomarsino. I buy it of nim. and he has | none Go there and sec He will tell you I can't get any coal"
 It was only little way down Pearl | Street to Lagomarsino's Luigi knew the place. He had seen coal wagons pass through the narrow way between the rag pickers warehouse and the butcher shop to yard in the rear. He found man l he a new thing, for in ordinary times MT. La gomarsino was only too glad to have peo- pie enter. The guard, tall, muscular Italian, cast a threatening glance at Lui- gi and his empty bucket.
 Tt is no good for you to come here, he said. Go back to your grocer"
 But I must have some coal" mur, in appeal. The guard waved him away. As he stood irresolute, a little sharp eyed Jew, wearing silk hat and Prince Albert coat. came Nbustling up. The guard became at onns obsequious.
 Did you get your coal this morning Mir Rosenthal?" said he.
 "Only a ton,' snapped the other. What can can get oiong on ton? Me? use two I tons a day. Where is MT. Lagomarsino?'
 Gone to Beg for Coal.
 He is over in Jersey City. He has gone to the coal company now, MT. Rosenthal. He Is there to beg for some l
 The little Jew shrugged his shoulders, threw up his arms ,and turned angrily away.
 Luigi sighed deeply; ,S Jersey City City" LaSomarsino had gone to beg for coal, but he. Luigi. could not follow. Jersey City, was long way off-somewhere in the direction of Wilkesbarre It was too far. and, besides his wife would beat him for spending so much money for bucket of coal. He would write to his brother. He retraced his steps to Park Row, went around on Baxter Street, entered a little dingy saloon. and asked the bartender for a pencil and some paper. He sat down at little table in the rear, his coal bucket between his legs, and wrote a long letter to Dominick. It was an ap- peal in the name of his wife and the Holy Virgin:
 ''I am still true" he said. "to the glo- rious cause of liberty. Do not yield. but get me out little coal, for I can't SC home Send it to John Lagomarsino. and my grocer will get 1t for me. I will wait here in Dolan's saloon until 1t comes." Dominick Macaroni in Wilkesbarre. and cautiously enough the mine resumed oper- ation the next day.
 Distributing Centers.
 Great however, as was Dominicks s power, it was limited to the mines. He could do no more than produce the coal He had no voice in its distribution. When the 55,000,O0O tons of anthracite-the pro- duet of the year-is once lifted to the light Dominick Macaroni is through with it. The system by which 1t is then dis. posed of is both simple and effective because 1t has been evolved in a natural way. The demand is great, but the sup. ply Is equal to it. The machinery of dis. 7 tribution put together, piece by piece, tc meet the requirements of growing country, works smoothly enough in ordi. nary times. Practically all this coal is mined and distributed by eight railroad: and one individual company. There ara City. The Pennsylvania Railroad Com. pany brings all it's coal to it's yards al