Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1909-08-03
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NEW YORK AND coNEY ISLAND,
Mr.. Grist Tells of What He Saw the
First Day After Landing.

First Day After Landing.
Correspondence Of the Yorkville Enquirer.
Bellows Fall, VT, July $3.50 con-
stantly on the go have 1 been since
Tuesday afternoon, that have had but
little time for sleeping, to say nothing
OF writing, and being held up at this
place for three hours because Of a
connection missed by ten minutes,
am taking advantage Of the opportu-
nifty to get OFF few pages more about
my-to me-very interesting trip.
It IS a wonderful country that have
been over since landing at the Clyde
dock, from the East river in New York
harbor last Tuesday at noon, and many
are the interesting and instructive
sights I have seen; but there Is SO
much more ahead Of me, apparently
that I do not feel warranted in an at
tempt to cover the subject fully. AT
this time, I can only give the briefest
outline of my trip, touching the sub
ject in high places, so to speak, and
leaving details to such time as may
be able to handle them with greater
satisfaction.
In all, l was in New York only
about thirty-six hours. / slept six OF
those hours and saw and did so many
things during the other thirty, that II
seems to me that could not tell about
it fully and satisfactorily in a week OF
writing. It would be foolish to claim
that even commenced to cover this
most wonderful city in the world
or that 1 touched it in considerable
number Of high places" but GER
tainly saw a great deal, not a great
deal OF New York, but great
deal compared with what have ever
seen In the same length Of time be-
fore.
It would be an easy matter to write
pages and pages about the trip from
Sandy Hook, up the bay to the Clyde
dock, the docking Of the ship, the rush
of the passengers to land, the crowds
of people interested in the coming OF
the ship, the mob Of hackmen along
the wharf, the hurrying throngs OF
busy people, the policemen standing
at every street crossing, directing the
tremendous traffic constantly moving
in from four to six and eight direc-
tions at one time, untangling the con-
gestion and keeping things moving.
But to every one who has visited New
York this is an old and familiar story.
Long before a ship reaches Sandy
Hook, the passengers find interest in
the multitude of water craft plying In
every direction. There are the big
ocean liners coming In and going out
to, and from all parts Of the world.
The Arapahoe looked big to me when
went aboard Of her. and did not
lose any impressions Of her bigness
until we got off at New York Then,
in comparison with ships that looked
as IL they could take her on their da-
Wits and hold her suspended to their
sides, without serious Inconvenience
to themselves, she looked small indeed.
OF course, would not say that this
situation was literally possible; but
the comparison is certainly not absurd.
Even the big ships, however, are
not the most striking stights in the
harbor entrance and up the bay. The
water is literally dotted with smaller
craft Of every description, yachts, row
boats, tugs, schooners, naptha launch
es, junk and trash scows, coal barges,
excursion boats, etc. AS We were COM
ing up the bay we met no less than
dozen big excursion steamers, all load
ed to the rails with people going to
the different pleasure resorts from ten
to twenty and two or three hundred
miles down the coast. Because Of the
vast crowds on these ships, one Of the
passengers on our ship facetiously
suggested that we were arriving at an
inopportune time, as everybody SEEM
ed to be going away and we would not
find anybody at home. But, Of course,
1t is unnecessary to remark that we
found enough people in town to keep
things going. ....
My first move was to go to the Astor
House, the place had selected before
leaving home, and then I went to the
offices Of the Mergenthaler Linotype
company in the Tribune building, one
of the numerous skyscrapers nearby.
There I met several Of the general
officers of the company, and was
pretty soon taken in charge by Mr..
Cozzens, the manager Of the New York
sales department Of the concern. He
had promised to tell me-" where to
go to see something; but upon my ar
rival he decided that instead Of telling
me he would "show me-" and what
he showed me during the afternoon
and night was good deal.
My, how these New Workers do
move about! After he had finished up
some work that was still pressing, Mr..
Cozzens started ahead Of me on the
jump. 1t was all l. could do to follow
him. He first led the way to a small
where we had a good din
ner. From there we went to Faunces,
the famous old tavern where George
Washington used to stop when in New
York, and which has been recently
restored to It's former condition by the
Sons Of the American Revolution. 1t
Is a little, three story building on the
corner Of Broad and Pearl streets; but
occupies ground that Is easily worth
a million dollars. The place Is filled
with all kinds of Washington relics,
including autograph letters, original
orders, swords, etc. 1t was here that
delivered his farewell ad-
dress to the officers who had cam
paigned with him during the long
years Of the revolution, the address
being delivered shortly after the de-
feated British had evacuated the city.
The place Is now run as a tavern, the
service being as nearly as possible like
1t was in the days Of Washington; but
I'll not take time to tell any more about
this now.
Although a New Yorker, Mr.. Coz
zens admitted that he had never been
in this old tavern before; and Of course