The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-10-07

you turn your eyes away, for, remembering
the size Of the building, you suppose that
something has happened to you and that
perhaps by concentrating your mind on
the Hotel Aston for a few minutes you may
regain your mental balance. When your
glance comes back again there Is still an
other man emerging from the little struct-
ure, and, absolutely callous Of results by
this time, you look right into the single
apartment to behold three or four more men
holding the place down while they swap
political and theatrical experiences.
BIN himself, like his friends, has stepped
for a time out Of the fe~atherweight class.
He tips the scales at a generous figure. as
he does stocks. He has a gentle voice and
a color that comes and goes whenever he
does.
These feminine attributes are counter
balanced by a certain masculine brusque-
ness which allows him TO tell his age Of
a without a tremor. There are a great
many things that BIN doesn't tell, but he
shares this attitude OF reserve with all great
men-eve Napoleon, who, It is asserted.
had a secret or two in his life that even
a modern playwright has not been able
to discover. But BIN does tell his age,
and credit should be given him for that.
Mr.. Bimberg is at present putting q mill
ion and one finishing touches On the Astor
Theatre, which he says is the finest theatre
In town. and II a builder doesn't know, who
does? He is also under contract with Mr..
Belasco for the Stuyvesant-B elasoo Theatre.
and he declares that that is the finest theatre
In town, too, and II he doesn't know, who
does1
LIKE Napoleon; again. Mr.. Bimberg has
never allowed extreme modesty to stand
In the way OF his getting on in life.
Besides the two theatres mentioned, the
Colonial, the Yorkville and the West End
owe their origin h his Efforts. While no
does not speak OF them In the same words
he has used to describe the last two. he
shows about them a fervor Of enthusiasm
like that which Michael Angelo might have
displayed when speaking Of st. Peters TO an
Interested friend.
Bin owes his initial success to the fact
that German was introduced into the public
schools of New York. II this had not 90
CURED he might to-day be either sitting in
the White House or filing a chair Of bellies
ettres at some Western university.
To tell it in Bins OWE words:
When the teacher down at the Rivington
street school turned his back and COM
menced TO write German lingo On the black
board all the scholars began TO sing Down
IN the Coal Nine; just why ! don't know
any more than I know why the teacher
picked me QUIT was IS at the time-and
told me to bring my hand with me and hold
II out in front OF mo palm up. Perhaps
you know the position.
l refused. l said I didn't mind the lady
eacher whipping me, but I wouldn't have
MN do II, and TO cut the talk short l walked
out Of the schoolhouse.
That afternoon I waited and threw a
FerH'ns de tsrrs OF tho Early Rose variety
q the teachers tall hat when he was on
us way home, and though I tried TO get
Oenind a barrel IL was no use. He saw
me and l never went back to school again.
Fnm that time I worked for myself and
amt never worked for no man since, and
made good"
Mr.. Btmberg looks q little chesty at this
pont before he continues the narrative,
.ntcn Is good reading In that 10 shows how
a~ave industry may In IN age of graft rise
que dignity Of holding up the most auto
~s1o OF autOcrats, the stage manager.
4 used TO take all my money home in
%0se lays. Nowf Ipay my board regular
my wife, and I tsn zen . mAn IN GsB