The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-09-11
Big DAY OF The SULLIVANS.
TIE ROW. BELOW TETR ST. OUT
A-PICNICkING.

Everybody who's Anything on II md. and
Even BIRD C0ler HAD q Look In-GPeat
Day Of the GOdde Of Chanee-East
River at Attention as Fleet Passed.
The Hon. Timothy Dry Dollar Sullivan,
absolute proprietor Of Little Old New York
below Fourteenth street, gave his annual
picnic and racket yesterday, and a great
big chunk Of this town quit work for the day.
For numbers, red hot enthusiasm for the
name Of Sullivan and all that ~appertains
thereto, thirst and capacity for fried eel
and clam fritters the picnic laid over any
thing the Big Fellow had ever pulled Oh
before, Inc Big Tim sets the pace for Tam
many outings. Little Tim, a wizard at
mental arithmetic and rapid fire oalcula-
ton. figured on his melting cud that not
less than $4,000 persons enjoyed b hos
pitality Of tha house OF Sullivan. From
the Thoid alone went over 1000 persons.
Dawn and Col. Mike Padden reached
the headquarters OF the Timothy d. Sulll-
van Association at DOT Bowery at about
the same time. but yer q: that (for the
Bowery) unearthly hour the Big sleuth
Of the Water Department found his by
uO ulD1Nh HhntAuIuChbN v1hcubn OahVAy 7uh-
noient TO handle the great and noisy crowd
that jammed tho broad ~thoroughfare and
beloved for ~tckets-boat tickets. beer
tickets. breakfast and dinner tickets, any
old kind Of ticket that was lying around
loose. The Grand Vizier labored until
HE beautiful purple scarf was stained With
honest sweat before the clansmen got
what they thought was coming TO them.
Larry Mulligan. good natured. deft and
almost as tactful an the Big BELOW him
self shepherded the cheering, excited crowd
and lined them up, eventually. for the
march to the excursion feet tied up at pier
90. at the foot Of Clinton street, East River,
the Grand Republic and the Sirius.
Out in the crowd, busy rs beavers, were
the rest Of the Sullivans: Little Tim exactly
like a young priest In secular buds; Big
Florrie, Just back from Europe. where a
lemon was handed TO him at Carlsbad;
Timothy DIS brother. Paddy; Little Diuny.
Christie, gray as a squirrel, and all the rest
Of them, marshalling their tribesmen, hand
ing out tick ets, cash and good advice with
an equal hand, hearing complaints. adj
justing differences, cracking jokes and
doing it all with the hearty f~rankness that
makes them 80 strong in Sullivanland.
Be nice, boys" Big Florrie kept repeating.
BE nice. Be good. That's the thing.
We don't want any gorillas on this racket.
Anybody that's not willing 70 act pretty
had best stay home and mind the baby"
1t took hours before all the red and white
striped canes, the white and black yachting
caps, the badges with the boyish picture OF
Big Tim Our Senator) on a field Of red,
white and blue n the tickets were dis
tributed.
At a few minutes past 10 o'clock Big Tim
got 10 the clubrooms. Fire COMMISSIONS
John H. O'Brien came along with Sheriff
Nick Hayes and Big Tom Foley. Presently
Bird 8. Coler butted through the crowd
and Rrasped the hand Of the former Con-
gressman, pumphandling 1t enthusiastically.
Within the next half hour there was a veri-
table shower Of Congressman, Justices,
Judges, Commissioners, superintendents,
police inspectors and captains. Everybody
in Tammany who is anything much was
on hand TO escort Big Tim to his feet with
appropriate ceremonies.
The clarion voice Of Col. Padden. who
can stand at Cooper Square and make him.
self heard where Park row meets the Bowery,
gave the signal to Col. George Kraus to let
her 90. The Colonel raised his hand, two
bands smote the Bowery air brassily, Big
Tim and John II. 0'Brien. with Little Tim,
Florrie and Col. Padden. took their places
at the head OF the procession and the Big
Noise began. The column, exploding cheers
ell the way, Countermarched between Hous-
ton and Broome streets and then hit the
pike for Pier 40. All along the sidewalks
Of Hester, Clinton and Montgomery streets
thousands packed solidly cheered Big Tim
and called out to him, Familiarity and
~friendlily.
there, but for all that the downright, genu-
inc enthusiasm and feeling made itsel
felt and Big Tim, always modest and I'M
assuming, went such a color as would have
switched a boiled lobster back TO green
out OF sheer envy.
At the pier was another crowd and the
roar that went up when the big fellow
s wung around the corner drowned out the
siren OF a pert young tugboat which had
got busy about that time. Megaphone
George Greenberg, who had been holding
the pier against butters-iu and what he
graphically termed -rummies," rave up
his job and hustled for the Grand Republic.
Police Captain Shevlin forced back the
crowd with a dozen stalwarts n gave the
Sullivans a chance TO board their flagship.
As soon as the Grand Republic was loaded
an inch OF the law the column turned
into the Sirius. Somehow everybody who
had a right there managed to get aboard
one boat or the other. With bands ripping
out, somewhat i-nRppropriately, waiting
the Church. the steamers started up the
river for Donnelly's Grove at College Point.
Forward Of each steamer, port and star
board, were tackled long banners which
informed shore and river, IL they had not
discovered il, that the Timothy
d. Sullivan Association was aboard and
was having a real old fashioned racket,
hit 'er up boys, We can't all live forever,
for Gawd's sake, bartender, get a move
you with that beer and il anybody wants
to shoot a quarter I'm his meat All the
Sullivans were aboard the Grand Republic.
Johnny White, the old time referee, was
sent aboard the Sirius as vice-admiral.
The mob on the Grand Republic called
the Sirius the gorilla boat. And what
would happen TO a ~defenceless $40 bill in
that bunch would be AWFUL remarked
Mr.. Sarsaparilla Reilly, body guard Of
the Big Fellow.
Exactly one minute after the Grand
Republic cast on Der ropes and went snort
ing up the East River you could get any
old kind Of game you wanted il you had
the price, and that didn't have to be much
in some spots. As soon as Big Tim hit
the boat he was escorted to the captains
cabin, hanked by Big Tom Foley, Bob
Davis, the Hudson county boss over in
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