The commercial. (Union City, Tenn.) 190?-193?, 1922-10-20
Ill OLD new YORK
OPEN SEASON TIDE
Great Metropolis Of Wealth, Pleasure
and Many Peoples.

train, says: 'I'm going back; life IN
New York is too strenuous"
So I thought. And mulled that
it must have been The ace Of meteors
flying thru space that spans the time
between tho Observation-Disclosures
game in 1858 and the general clean
up of Babe Ruth's Yankees by the
Giants q few weeks ago. Lii Ole
New York has crawled UP thru the
Bronx and Harlem until it is hang
ing over the crags and bluffs ano
worming it's way UP the Sound. She
has climbed TO the peak of power and
wealth, with more nationalities, the.
atres, automats and orangeade cor.
ners than any city in the world.
1t is said that there are three hum
dred thousand visitors every day in
New York during the months OF Oc-
tober and November, and that they
keep the theatres crowded to point
that the native sometimes finds it
troublesome to get a seat. More
remarkable still when 1t 10 considered
that there are more than fifty stand
ard theatres playing music and dra-
ma at the price of $2.75 for single
orchestra seats, and that this does
not include single one of the many
vaudeville and motion picture
houses.
The lobster salad palace and the
cabaret still flourish in Gotham, but
there is (to the congenial spirit) the
absence of the pioneer institution,
best known for it's American bev-
erages, particularly the highball and
the foaming brew. Only at irregular
intervals on the Great White Way
and it's laterals will be found the
swinging door, the brass rail and the
sawdust bowling grimly and reluc-
tantly their departure to the majesty
Of the law. And it's only a little
hootch the lynx-eyed barman ven-
lures to serve to suffering thirst
These are among the types of disap-
pearing landmarks.
The tourist comes and goes and he
has slant at Eastsido and the Bow
cry, Chinatown, tho Battery and the
Tombs; then he is motored north
ward to st. Patrick's, Central Park
and Millionaire Row, up Riverside
Drive to Grants Tomb. But it re-
mains for the friendly chaperon to
serve as an escort to the Village.
Greenwich Village is democratic
sector which has not been sorted out
and card indexed by the social lights
and political chiefs. 1t has been left
by common consent to serve it's own
gods and consciences, and much as
it revels in freewill and abandon,
the ambulance and the patrol are
more frequently called to other local
tiles, even the highbrow districts.
The Village is where the struggling
artist and the nut in pigments find
retreat. 1t is the Latin quarter of
America where genius and wit rub
shoulder to shoulder with less fa-
vored mortals in the humblest lodg-
ings. So in the great metropolis
this is a people little concerned about
the city's government, whose budget
is nearly half billion a year, in rev.
enues and expenses, both ways.
Events found us with an old-time
friend and schoolmate, Lowe Shea
ron, threading the lanes and mar
row passages of the city where gov
ernment is administered. First there
is, the City Hall, where we found
waiting list and Mayor Hylan with
more urgent demands than visitors.
But about the walls were the por-
traits of great men who had, served
the city as chief executive, including
President Grover Cleveland and May
or Gaynor.
Next was the Municipal Building,
where we found and met Joseph
Johnson, Commissioner of Public
Works, former reporter on the New
York American, former Fire Com
missioner of New York City and a
man of fine personality and charac-
ter.
Arriving at the Criminal Courts
we met Robert Wilkes,
Evening World reporter, who has
seen 2S9 persons sentenced to death
Mr.. Wilkes has been a reporter for
iorty years, thirty years of this time
covering the Criminal
Courts-a man of fine presence and
'ipe newspaper experience. From
here we saw the Bridge of Sighs and
he Tombs.
At the Press Club! famous old
building. we met Fred southemer,