New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1911-06-25
Where Trucks Are Kept.

o half miles from the Municipal Building,
remarked the Deputy Commissioner little
later and before he had finished speaking
the block was behind and the machine was
drawing up at Station c.
Here's something to see" he added as
he extracted an electric lantern from
rocket In the side Of the door. The report
or followed him from the car and into the
station.
Come along through here" suggested
the Deputy, flashing a stream Of light into
a narrow alley which extended between the
fence and the stable.
AT the end Of the alley the big paved
ward OF the station opened with pools OF
rain water cleaning here and there in de-
pressions. The Deputy threw his light
about the sides of the yard. and every
where in orderly array great miik-colored
trucks doomed out OF the darkness.
There are 40 of these" explained the
Deputy Commissioner. They are used to
carry the garbage from some of the sec
tons where the night collection has not
vet been tried. Other trucks meet them
and carry the stuff 10 Pier \, at the Wall
about Market, where it is turned over 10 a
contractor When the trucks are emptied
they are washed and put in here
A moment more and the automobile was
away again. Now il turned toward the
Eastern District, past Manhattan Crossing
and later entered Bushwck avenue. As
the Deputy Commissioner had said, nobody
was around save policemen and cats. A
little knot of people had appeared by the
side of the House OF the Good Shepherd.
but only now and then was a lone man
or woman to he seen. After a whirl about
the williamsburg and Greenpoint section
the machine scampered through Long ISL
and City and mounted the ascending slope
Of the greensboro Bridge.
The chauffeur flashed his credentials at
the gatekeeper. and the automobile flew
by the first of the little white houses at
the bridge entrance with the scant cere-
mony of one with the right OF way.
As the machine bounded along under the
lights Of the city before and behind gllm-
mered and blended. Beneath, the dark bulk
Of Blackwells Island sank like a great ink
blot into the river. The policemen at the
end Of the structure appeared, but at the
"honk!' of the horn they stepped aside.
They Knew the Machine.
How do they know you?" asked the re-
porter.
This is an old city machine" explained
the Deputy Commissioner.
The automobile turned down toward the
river front now. whirled along Second and
First avenues. and then through East 3sth
street TO the dump. Outside the machine
stopped and the Deputy Commissioner led
the Exporter up the slope OF plank TO the
platform, where the ash carts We're pouring
their loads upon a great scow. Below, IN
the dust dozens OF gnomelike figures were
working under the glare Of innumera BILE oil
lights They We're the trimmers, whose
duty II Is to spread out the ashes and sort
out all Of value they contain They are
employed by a contractor. but the scows
are hired by the city and the ashes go to
the Milling in Of Riker's Island Off The
Bronx where the city expects some day 10
have It's city prison.
Here's where they md the silverware
and the money! cried the Deputy Com
missioner THE finds are kept here until
they are claimed The other day one Of