Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-02-11

| dis blessed city depends shows a
| shows made rich by show. makes poor by
! show. In all de woild dere is no people so
/ show-wild as here; and if it wasn't show
we'd all go to Philadelphia to get away
from de noises and de prices of our hotels"
Miss Fannie quits de piano, gets a book
from table, and she reads dis-here is
paper l copied it on SOS you'd get it
right:
Rich, hemm'd thick all around with saIships and
steamships, an island sixteen miles long, solid
.Numberless crowded streets high growths of iron,
slender, strong: light. splendidy uprising
Tides swift and ample, well-loved by me toward
shutdown:
The flowing sea-curIpnts the little islands larger
adjoining islands the heights. the villas,
The countless inasts, the white shoresteamers. the
lighters, the ferry boats, the black sea-steam-
ers well-model'd;
The summer air the bright shining and the
sailing clouds aloft;
The winter SHOWS, the sleigh bells the broken ice
in the river, passing along up down with
the flood tide or ebh tide;
The mechanics of the city the masters we'll
form'd beautiful-faeed, looking you straight
Trottoirs throng'd, vehicles, Broadway the women,
the shops and shows;
million people free and superf-open
voices hospitaliy-the most courageous and
friendly young men:
City Of hurried and sparkling watersl city Of
spires and massi
City nested in baysl my city'
LAT Oe very WOldS she read out or Il
book, and when she'd done reading she
says: Now, Paul, don't you say annodder
void against New York-it's my city,
Mr.. Paul he looks comfortable, and he
says: It's my city, too and me woids
against 1t was only to get you to read
dose lines of good old Walt. de only jack
poet of de whole crew of 'em who ever
said de proper void about dis little island
of Mannahatta, as he called it, and as all
good New Workers. should ever call it, Me
observations having got rise out of you,
a. l.t1 III
Chances to be sure de bottle is rightly
cold"
I don't know who dat Walt is day was
talking about nor why dose woids Miss
Fannie read is called poetry-you couldn't
sing it in a tousand years-but de lines was
all right for fair.
What's de use of knocking New York?
Say, don't it belong to all US Americans?
Why hammer 1t like it was chesty because
it's what it is? It's chesty because all
Americans made it what IT is-dey come
from all over de lot, de mugs runs de real
tings in dis city. But every mug dat can't
get hearing hauls out his biggest hammer
and takes soak or two at de solo picker
OF New York
If a parson wants to get into de papers
de foist ting he does is to knock de city:
if a nice little lawyer is give de job of
district 'torney he gets his hammer out
and whacks de folks dat put him in out Of
de cold and provided a salary for him.
Men who earns much Doodle here dat
dey has no odder way of spending it,
forms club of reformers, and provides all
members with large hammers and free les
son how to knock New York-and dey all
knocks.
1 amt got no patent took out on being
de wisest guy in town, but I've took no.
tice of dis: no parson dat could get de
crowd any odder way ever got an extra
big stick to soak dis town wit; no lawyer
dat was able to earn de price witout
doing it ever knocked de city where he
was doing well enough; and de papes dat
hammers de hardest at de good old town
had to scream murder about something to
let folks know dey has arrived dis side of
Harlem.
And say. most of de knockers Is always
screaming dat de poor don't have no
chance in Manhata. Come off Why I
has fren what started office boy for
a big four kind of broker. He done his
woik proper, and didn't say noting until
he got onto what his firm was doing for de
real push in de market den he got tou-
sand dollars for giving de tip to anodder
honest broker. He takes de tousand and
buys copper mine what better dan
most of 'em because 1t had some real land
in de desert somewhere, and he prints a
million shares, ard gets de Town National
Bank to back his game at dollar share;
and, p'chee! dey sell de whole bundle Of
stock to lambs and odder tings at two
fifty per; and me fren cleans up a million
and de Town Bank cleans upon two mill
lion. De poor no chancei Why, dat fren
has so much money he wanted me to have
some of it ! told Duches dat IL she'd give
me her savings to give to me fren he'd
make us rich. What do you ting dat goil
says?
"Chames. she says when your fren
made his million he didn't sell any OF his
copper to me- did her?
"Sure no. me dear" l says.
WELL" says she, If he keeps on guessing
Until he ever sells any stock to me he'll turn
nto permanent guessing contest.
Wasn't dat nice way for dat goil to
ak when l was offering her chance to
own yachts, horses and colleges
" hat?"