Arizona republican., 1907-12-11

came Mrs. Pauline Liedrer, who was succeeded by her son. In 1876 Henry J. Wehman, who was employed by De Marsans as an office boy opened a shop at No. 70 Chatham street He died about seven years ago leaving a fortune to his sons. who still run the business.
 George Wallace, an Englishman, is probably the wealthiest song book fakir in the country" said MT. Della ney He travels all over the city; but his stamping ground is usually at the corner of Fourteenth street and Third avenue.
 He began selling songs about twen- ty years ago in New York. Five years later he went to Philadelphia. where he ran a cheap lodging house.
 He lost all his money and returned to New York and began to peddle songs again. He recouped his lost fortune and today he is credited with being worth s5O,OO0. He owns several lots in Philadelphia, lives well and is married. He sells from sS to s10 worth of books a day.
 Joseph Fishman made enough mon
 
 become land owner in Newark He is about 19 now, and has been peddling songs ever since he was 12.
 He started originally as a newsboy, selling sheets and books on the side. He is now located in Newark, where he has a prosperous news stand.
 "One of the old guard of street fak- CTS, really the only one, left is a fla miliar figure on Park Row. He drifted out of the business with the passing of the old time song sheet, and when he's on the sober list nowadays acts as barker.
 He used to be a great song sheet salesman. His forte was Irish songs and before old John Barlecorn put a crimp in his voice he made a big hit singing the good old Celtic ballads. He used to go from one saloon to another and sing the songs that he wanted to sell. He possessed an ex- cellent tenor voice and his ability in | this direction enabled him to dispose of many song sheets.
 He was a sort of Mark Tapley in | disposition and made many friends. But his fall was rapid and he is just barely able to get along and keep up. There are lots of folks along farK row who recall Doc Totten. That was not his real name of course. It was i hidden behind a romance that was buried when the poor feIlcw died. | 'Totten, as far as is known, came | from the Vest and was a real doctor, it was said. He used to tell his friend that he was once a prosperous physi- ..su l., girl who threw him over because of | his drinking habits.
 Doc drifted east and tried to re- form. But it was no use< He came to the Bowery and lived in a cheap {odg- ing house.
 He sold song sheets. and despite his environment and mode of living dis played flashes of refinement that ap- pealed to people who bought his song sheets out of pity. Occasionally he would sober up and save his money. He had a bank account of about $50 one time. But he fell from grace re- peatedly, drew the money from the bank and finally died at Bellevue Hos pital in the alcoholic ward. There was Another unfortunate fel- low who was known along the Row as the Bard of Armagh. He was very intelligent and a man of education and had the habit of quoting at great length from the Irish poets when in his cups.
 "The Bard was a wonderful song sheet salesman. When he was sober few could compete with him in selling the sheets. He made more money than the other unfortunates. but as fast as he made it he would spend it for drink.
 The Bard made valiant effort to reform years ago and succeeded. He was prompted to lead a better life through letter which he received from his mother one day. She begged him to come home, and he returned to the little city somewhere down east | where he was born.
 He got job as janitor at a college I'and getting along pretty we'll until he drifted to the Bowery again. Then he went down the hill rapidly and died at one of the charity hospitals