The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1916-09-21
From the New York Sun.

From the New York Sun.
NM N RHO thinks he knows Brook
% NV lyn3" asks the Easls, IA, and d
with an eye to learning
whether readers consider themselves IA
miliar with the borough, it prints pic
lures of hooks and corners and chal-
lenges folks to name them. Brooklyn
nights are getting longer, the familiaes
are home from the beaches and the corr
test doubtless Is as interesting as assort-
ting the photograph records. But the Ea-
gle and its congregation may as well
know, first as last that nobody really
knows Brooklyn.
Brooklyn is the Asia of the cities; huge,
mysterious, engulfing. From Greenpoint
to Brighton, from the Narrows to East
New York, it encompasses land and a
people too large for one mind to COM
prehend. Many may know few parts
of it, like Fulton street, where all the
clocks tell different time and the roar of
traffic deafens the traveller from NAH
haitian. A few may know many parts OF
it; these mortals are chronic movers or
else veteran trolley conductors. But a
man may know a thousand places in
Brooklyn and yet not boast that ne
He may know the Vale of Cashmere
in June and Gowanus canal in August;
Greenpoint, where it is rumored that a
certain baker makes great pumpkin pie;
the westsde of Prospect park, where
black panthers crouch for the wayfarer at
night, but never spring because they are
metal and attached to the park gait: the
Shore road, where one house has cop
per roof and another holds memories OF
the summer that Miss Lillian Russell
lived therein; Willoughby street. In
whose auction room Mclaughlin raised
his throne; Fort Hamilton, near which
the lovers walk, one-half of them in SOL
der clothes; Clinton avenue, the mag
nificent, where eminent citizens live. He
may know the streets Of Bay Ridge
where the ladies rock on the veranda and
watch the ships come to Quarantine; Ca
narsie, where erring policemen are sent
to plod dreary beats; the conservative
Heights and the abyss behind them, the
nice little streets named after fruits, and
the thoroughfares of Flatbush, where IL
observed the haunting gaze of those VINO
are paying for their homes on the in
stallment plan. He may know Soutf
Brooklyn, famed for it's fine terminals
and the rise Of Terry McGovern; the
platform at Sixty-fifth street. where tbs
wind from the sea in January Is colder
than death; the winding waters of Eng.
ush Kills; the glen in the park, where
croouet players growl at one another the
livelong day; the house with the blue
glass windows, reminiscent of an ole
craze; yea. he might even name and place
| the cemeteries where sleep more foil
than tread the streets, but he would no
know Brooklyn. Even Patrick Henry Nc
! Carren, to whom Brooklyn was every
thing, confessed that it was too big fol
| him to know. Everybody in New York
knows Manhattan, even those who pre-
tend that they get lost in Greenwich vii
( lage, but send them across the foul
bridges and they might as we'll be in thu
| salt swamps of Tibet
There is no hope that anyone ever will
know Brooklyn. The tide of population
pours into its n square miles. Wher
they are filled Brooklyn will demand tn,
rest of Long Island. with scent sub