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			 If there ever was an aviary overstocked with jays it is that 
Yaptown-on-the-Hudson, call New York. Cosmopolitan they call read more 
	 If there ever was an aviary overstocked with jays it is that 
Yaptown-on-the-Hudson, call New York. Cosmopolitan they call it, 
you bet. So's a piece of fly-paper. You listen close when 
they're buzzing and trying to pull their feet out of the sticky 
stuff. "Little old New York's good enough for us"--that's what 
they sing. 
		
 
	
			 Just where the Treasury's marble front
 Looks over Wall Street's mingled nations,--
  Where Jews and Gentiles most read more 
	 Just where the Treasury's marble front
 Looks over Wall Street's mingled nations,--
  Where Jews and Gentiles most are wont
   To throng for trade and last quotations;
    Where, hour, by hour, the rates of gold
     Outrival, in the ears of people,
      The quarter-chimes, serenely tolled
       From Trinity's undaunted steeple. 
		
 
	
			 Some day this old Broadway shall climb to the skies,
 As a ribbon of cloud on a soul-wind shall read more 
	 Some day this old Broadway shall climb to the skies,
 As a ribbon of cloud on a soul-wind shall rise,
  And we shall be lifted, rejoicing by night,
   Till we join with the planets who choir their delight,
    The signs in the streets and the signs in the skies
     Shall make a new Zodiac, guiding the wise,
      And Broadway make one with that marvelous stair
       That is climbed by the rainbow-clad spirits of prayer. 
		
 
	
			 In dress, habits, manners, provincialism, routine and narrowness, 
he acquired that charming insolence, that irritating 
completeness, that sophisticated read more 
	 In dress, habits, manners, provincialism, routine and narrowness, 
he acquired that charming insolence, that irritating 
completeness, that sophisticated crassness, that overbalanced 
poise that makes the Manhattan gentleman so delightfully small in 
his greatness. 
		
 
	
			 "If you don't mind me asking," came the bell-like tones of the 
Golden Diana, "I'd like to know where read more 
	 "If you don't mind me asking," came the bell-like tones of the 
Golden Diana, "I'd like to know where you got that City Hall 
brogue. I did not know that Liberty was necessarily Irish." "If 
ye'd studied the history of art in its foreign complications, 
ye'd not need ask," replied Mrs. Liberty, "If ye wasn't so light 
and giddy ye'd know that I was made by a Dago and presented to 
the American people on behalf of the French Government for the 
purpose of welcomin' Irish immigrants into the Dutch city of New 
York. 'Tis that I've been doing night and day since I was 
erected." 
		
 
	
			 You'd think New York people was all wise; but no, they can't get 
a chance to learn. Every thing's read more 
	 You'd think New York people was all wise; but no, they can't get 
a chance to learn. Every thing's too compressed. Even the 
hay-seeds are bailed hay-seeds. But what else can you expect 
from a town that's shut off for the world by the ocean on one 
side and New Jersey on the other? 
		
 
	
			 I went to see a band in New York. The lead singer got on the microphone, and he said How read more 
	 I went to see a band in New York. The lead singer got on the microphone, and he said How many of you people feel like human beings tonight? Then he said How many of you feel like animals? And everyone cheered after the animals part. But the thing is, I cheered after the human being part because I did not know that there was a second part to the question. 
		
 
	
			 George Washington, with his right art upraised, sits his iron 
horse at the lower corner of Union Square. . read more 
	 George Washington, with his right art upraised, sits his iron 
horse at the lower corner of Union Square. . . . Should the 
General raise his left hand as he has raised his right, it would 
point to a quarter of the city that forms a haven for the 
oppressed and suppressed of foreign lands. In the cause of 
national or personal freedom they have found refuge here, and the 
patriot who made it for them sits his steed, overlooking their 
district, while he listens through his left ear to vaudeville 
that caricatures the posterity of the proteges. 
		
 
	
			 One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years  
	 One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years