Identifier: charcoalsofnewol00smith (find matches)
Title: Charcoals of new and old New York;
Year: 1912 (1910s)
Authors: Smith, Francis Hopkinson, 1838-1915
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Publisher: Garden City, N.Y., Doubleday, Page & company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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e year is outthe sign painters will be putting gold letters on the \s-indow panes andanother example of utilitarian architecture, known as the Dr\-Goods-Box-Set-Up-On-End Period \sill be added to our avenue. I am sony- — not being in diy-goods. I miss the old comer withits collection of bottomless haircloth sofas, and three-legged repairablechairs airing themselves in the sun on the sidewalk. I miss, too, theirowner,— old Fay, Prince of bric-a-brac dealers, who would welcomeme between his lab\Tinths of colonial mahogany, glass, old china, andthe scrapings of the country- from Georgia to Cape Cod. Even now Icatch the pungent smell of his turpentine and varnish, that wafted upout of the cellar opening on the side street telling of new lamps for old,or the making over of the new into the old — which was quite the samething \sith Fay. Then again, there are such a lot of diy-goods stores, and such heapsof cottons, silks, and woolens, and there are so few such old landmarksas Fays! 86
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THE SUBWAY —BRIDGE STATION XIV THE SUBWA Y —BRI DG K STATION ALONG the spine of Ihc great stone lizard known as New ^orkCily, and below its man-piled coverings, liiere lie, as we know,many strange creatures: — deadly gas pipes; bloated watermains gorged lo bursting; huge pythons, foul and venomous, fed l)ycarrion, who dare not face the light; and close under its skin, regardlessof them all, the Hydra of the Subway with its insatiable hunger, ilshooded heads thrust out just above the level of the sidewalks where,wilh open mouths and blinking glassy eyes, it awaits its prey. Singly,— in flurries, in swarms they come, massing like ilies, thesuction increasing as they feel the snakes hot breath smite their faces:— shop girls, boys, old women, tired brokers grabbing a journal as theyare swept in and down;— clay-stained laborers clutching empty dinnerpails; women warm in furs; beggars cold in rags — a moving mass ofall that the great city affords of poverty, wealth, misery and

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