The Marietta journal and courier. (Marietta, Ga.) 1909-1918, 1910-11-11
Special Correspondence.
New York, Friday night.

WIILe Inc dDOfS Win Ledi anu
trembling. l may be here, and may be
dreaming. It's hard to say, only l
can say that it's impossible to dream
anything you had no idea of before,
and | can say for surety that | had
no idea of this.
The night before we came in we
sat on deck until after one, to see At
lantic City, and we saw it, and that's
not all. While we calmly watched the
magnificent display of lights, the
whole thing went out, not light left
and it has never appeared yet and 1
don't know what happened.
We had sat up nearly all night
every night on the boat so we decided
to sleep a little while and get up to
see the entrance into New York.
went to sleep and woke just at dawn,
and found lower New York spread out,
or rather stuck up right before me.
The night lights were out and too ear
ly for the morning crowds, SO the
whole thing lay just exactly like the
pictures. l could see nothing moving,
not ship or anything alive and no
color-just like the gray prints in the
magazines. 1t was cold as ice, we had
no breakfast on the boat, and we felt
more than blue and homesick. Mr..
and Mrs. Cooney very kindly took us
in hand and We seized our suit cases,
Hoped" as hard as we could beat it
For h10nEc ohacnd odIxy
steps, jumped on a train fourteen
times longer than the Dixie flyer, and
damned with people from the four
winds of the earth and the regions un-
der the earth, all madly reading, news
papers, novels, cook books, anything
readable. Eight hundred thousand
other trains just as long and just as
crowded, we're whizzing upstairs,
downstairs "in my lady's chamber.
We went about as far as from Atlanta
to Savannah and rushed off and down
on the street, and that was my first
experience with the elevated
Then We kept up our speed and hit
the subway and Oh, Lordy, hope
never stir, that's the limit. OF all
the racket of inferno and the sulphur
fumes of Hades that's where to find
them. We circumnavigated the globe
in that thing, and then we took a
surface car, and little as expected it,
we found Whittier Hall, but it never
would have occurred if it had not been
for the Cooneys. Whittier Hall is big
ger than the Piedmont Hotel, 1nhabit-
ed mostly by gray-haired school
teachers and Irish servant girls. We
got nothing to eat, absolutely moth
ing. The dining room is on the ninth
floor overlooking the Hudson River on
one side and Morningside Heights on
the other. We are at 120th street and
from all indications there is something
doing in the way of town infinitely
further on yet.
Riverside drive and Grants tomb
are right at us, and heaven only
knows what else.
AS for the people, my impression so
far is this, they push you with sticks,
stab you with hat pins, run over you
on the street. insult you, knock you
down. spit on you, take your money
and forget you in two-thirds of sec
ond
The women lead bull dogs, they
aren't feminine and women enough to
lead poodles, but l wouldn't look
straight at a man for anything on
earth.
We went to Macy's yesterday, and
was not so much impressed except
with those blooming floating stair
ways. They are not in my class, and
| don't intend to ever be on another.
[ nearly broke my neck then and
know | would next time. But Wanna
makers just simply ended me- They've
put up a new store, fifteen stories
high, in addition to the old one which
covered a small matter of one big
block. The two, cover two whole
blocks and are connected by a bridge
running over at the third-story We
walked all morning and covered two
floors in one building and three in
the other. l didn't know there were
enough homes in the world to require
all the stuff l saw in Wanamaker's
today. But the worst thing about the
whole business Is, this, no matter what
you're doing, riding the street cars,
walking in the stores, or anything
else, the blooming thing gets bigger
all tire time. Out here where we are
fifteen miles from lower Broadway,
the buildings reach the moon and
there is every conceivable apparatus
for every conceivable thing in hailing
distance. New York is simply too
much for me.
We walked some on Fifth avenue
this afternoon, and never saw such
sports in my life as the coachmen. /
found myself earnestly endeavoring to
kiss the hens of their garments, and
tell them that l was no more worthy
TO be called white folks. There are a