The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-04-23
Moi Montgomery is Not Dead.

The Birmingham News prints the fol- lowing interview with Mayor Drennen or that city:
 Montgomery is not the dead town that very many people suppose 1t to be-, said Mayor Drennen, who mas Just Te- turned from a visit to the Capital City: I spent last Saturday in that city and which I saw manifested. know It mas become a practice to refer to Montgomery as clow and cead. but this Is unjust. It transacts a very large amount or busi- ness--much more than we people nere Tn Birmingham suppose. In addition It IS a rich city, containing many citizens who are not only well-to-do, but wealthy. At this time Montgomery Is enjoying great much, but the town Is solid and its com mercial interests are doing better than ever before Montgomery folks have plenty of money and they have faith In easy to see that this faith is not mis-
 Now, who said that Montgomery was dead town? And when did 1t become practice to refer to Montgomery as SLOW and dead?"
 Methinks the Mayor of the Magic City has become so enwrapped in the progress of his own town. has been so busy dream ing of Birmingham skyscrapers, that ne had not kept sufficiently posted on the doings of the Capital City.
 If he came to Montgomery with any other expectations than seeing live, progressive and modern city, that is cer-
 Birmingham and Atlanta not excepted. there has probably been no Southern city cpmparatIVey marked with more con tinued and substantial progress than Montgomery.
 ment, the saws hum the tune of improve ment and the factory whistles blow the tune of improvement in all parts or the city. supplemented by the familiar work songs of the negro laborers, which runs thus:
 Lord, I'll never
 Turn back
 No more.
 which is truly demonstrative of the spirit of Montgomery citizens,
 No! Montgomery is neither dead nor sleeping.
 Come again and learn, Mayor Drennen!
 The Photographers Experience.
 A photographer, in an interview in The New YorX Sun, gives an account Of how he outwitted Charles M. Schwab. the steel magnate, last summer. in order to get a photograph of him. He says:
 q was sent to Loretto, the little Penn sylvania mountain town where Schwab spent his boyhood and where he has built himself a magniffcently appointed coun- try home It was easy enough to secure MT. Schwab's permission to photograph his residence, end, in fact. everything that belonged to him in Loretto. except himself and Mrs. Schwab.
 He was pleasant enough about 1t, but exceedingly firm in his refusal. In the hope of catching him unawares l loafed around the town for q couple of days. but he turned the tables on me and left town for the East one morning before I'd got up.
 Before taking the stage for Cresson. the nearest railroad station, six miles away, I found out that MT. Schwab would return in a weeks time. Then l went to Pittsburg. where l had some work to do.
 "On the day appointed for Mir Schwab's return to Loretto arrived in Cresson, and, hiring q buggy, I drove along the stage road until I reached the high hill just a mile beyond the villages limit. Here I hitched my horse at the side of the road and seated myself on the ten foot embankment overlooking the hill at nearly it's summit
 Tt was clock in the afternoon when I took up my stand. and 1t was two hours later when I beheld a splendidly accou- tired pair of horses begin slowly to as cend the hill. I knew them for Schwab's, because I'd seen the turnout before and