Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1906-08-18

How New York hurries; hurries in
work, hurries in play! There is
something electric about the very air
which makes one move the faster!
When l get back to Chattanooga /
shall find myself running across the
streets and hurrying out of the cars
as though all the world depended on
my getting from one block to an
other. l know that l shall. The
thing which has impressed us girls
who have come up from the South
to spend two weeks here is the fact
that so many persons in New York
| do not seem to have anything else to
do but to hurry just as fast as ever
they can---doing nothing. How Is 1t
that you all find so much time to
play while pretending that you are
so very, very busy?
One of the first impressions which
this great city made upon me with its
noise, its confusion, its scurrying
backward and forward, it's din of
bells and whistles and its roar Of
wheels, was that in spite of all their
appearance of being so occupied many
had nothing to do but to play. But
then New York never really goes to
bed. People are toiling when others
play and playing when others work.
Somebody always has a holiday and
many are at their tasks when their
neighbors are up in the roof gar
lens.
All Glasses Have Play Time.
OF course, know that somebody
really does work, but when? AT mid
day, in the afternoon, in the evening,
at any hour Of the day or night you
go to places of amusement, you sit
In the restaurants-at luncheon,
breakfast, tea, dinner, supper. 1t
certainly does seem to me that there
are no three meals a day here, for
there are so many persons who have
nothing else to do but to eat at their
leisure at all hours and to look out
upon the streets, where thousands
come and go, just as though they
were intended to run up and down
Do you know that there is some
thing fascinating about this city of
yours? OF course you must know it,
or you would not stay here and keep
settling here year after year. l won
der how it is possible for so many to
find a place to live on this little,
rocky island, all clamped down with
steel and weighted down with big
masses of stone as though you were
afraid that the very ground would
hurry away from under your feet and
go gallopiug out to sea, playing to
be hard at work.
But you don't labor in this town as
they do down South-as far as
length of time is concerned, at east.
In New York the people squeeze all
their work into a few hours, and then
away their go in their cars and auto
mobiles, Fastening to the country,
hurrying to the theatres and running
toward the beaches. All classes have |
time to play, for in the parks l see
laborers and their families taking life |
as easy as a New York man can and |
having such a good time. 1t isn't |
any wonder that the first thing that |
a stranger asks of New York is, |
IL Whom dn VIZ" work." a-.-....
New York Men ChivalrOuS.
Do you know that before came |
here heard much about the GOODNESS |
and exclusiveness of New York peo-
pie, and l was not prepared to lise |
them at all. Well, they do have that |
air about them, but it is
all an affectation. They don't mean |
it. At heart they are kindly, polite |
and attentive.
And the men! Oh, I do like the |
New York men. They are the very |
soul of chivalry; they are courteous;
they never presume; they take the
greatest pleasure in doing any SER
vice. They are always so respectful
and attentive, yet when there is any !