my memories of eighty years-第81章
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w you are not； but that you are coming down to their level by assuming a character which you presume to be theirs。 So I dressed with unusual care； and when I went on the platform a short…sleeved； short…haired genius in the theatre shouted： 〃Chauncey thinks he is in Carnegie Hall。〃
The famous Tim Sullivan； who was several times a state senator and congressman； and a mighty good fellow； was the leader of the Bowery and controlled its political actions。 He came to see me and said： 〃I hope you will withdraw from that appointment。 I do not want you to come down there。 In the first place； I cannot protect you； and I don't think it is safe。 In the second place； you are so well known and popular among our people that I am afraid you will produce an impression； and if you get away with it that will hurt our machine。〃
In the course of my speech a man arose whom I knew very well as a district leader； and who was frequently in my office； seeking positions for his constituents and other favors。 That night he was in his shirt…sIeeves among the boys。 With the old volunteer fireman's swagger and the peculiar patois of that part of New York； he said： 〃Chauncey Depew； you have no business here。 You are the president of the New York Central Railroad； ain't you； hey？ You are a rich man； ain't you； hey？ We are poor boys。 You don't know us and can't teach us anything。 You had better get out while you can。〃
My reply was this： 〃My friend； I want a little talk with you。 I began life very much as you did。 Nobody helped me。 I was a country boy and my capital was this head；〃 and I slapped it； 〃these legs；〃 and I slapped them； 〃these hands；〃 and I slapped them； 〃and by using them as best I could I have become just what you say I am and have got where you will never arrive。〃
A shirt…sleeved citizen jumped up from the audience and shouted： 〃Go ahead； Chauncey； you're a peach。〃 That characterization of a peach went into the newspapers and was attached to me wherever I appeared for many years afterwards； not only in this country but abroad。 It even found a place in the slang column of the great dictionaries of the English language。 The result of the meeting； however； was a free discussion in the Bowery； and for the first time in its history that particular district was carried by the Republicans。
After their triumph in the election I gave a dinner in the Union League Club to the captains of the election districts。 There were about a hundred of them。 The district captains were all in their usual business suits； and were as sharp； keen； intelligent； and up…to…date young men as one could wish to meet。 The club members whom I had invited to meet my guests were； of course； in conventional evening dress。 The novelty of the occasion was so enjoyed by them that they indulged with more than usual liberality in the fluids and fizz and became very hilarious。 Not one of the district captains touched a drop of wine。
While the club members were a little frightened at the idea of these East…siders coming； my guests understood and met every convention of the occasion before； during； and after dinner； as if it was an accustomed social function with them。 The half dozen who made speeches showed a grasp of the political questions of the hour and an ability to put their views before an audience which was an exhibition of a high order of intelligence and self…culture。
In selecting a few out…of…the…way occasions which were also most interesting and instructive； I recall one with a society which prided itself upon its absence of narrowness and its freedom of thought and discussion。 The speakers were most critical of all that is generally accepted and believed。 Professor John Fiske； the historian； was the most famous man present； and very critical of the Bible。 My good mother had brought me up on the Bible and instilled in me the deepest reverence for the good book。 The criticism of the professor stirred me to a rejoinder。 I； of course； was in no way equal to meeting him； with his vast erudition and scholarly accomplishments。 I could only give what the Bible critic would regard as valueless； a sledge…hammer expression of faith。 Somebody took the speech down。 Doctor John Hall； the famous preacher and for many years pastor of the Fifth Avenue Presbyterian Church； told me that the Bible and the church societies in England had put the speech into a leaflet； and were distributing many millions of them in the British Isles。
It is singular what vogue and circulation a story of the hour will receive。 Usually these decorations of a speech die with the occasion。 There was fierce rivalry when it was decided to celebrate the four hundredth anniversary of the landing of Columbus in America； between New York and Chicago； as to which should have the exhibition。 Of course the Western orators were not modest in the claims which they made for the City by the Lakes。 To dampen their ardor I embroidered the following story； which took wonderfully when told in my speech。
It was at the Eagle Hotel in Peekskill； at which it was said George Washington stopped many times as a guest during the Revolutionary War； where in respect to his memory they preserved the traditions of the Revolutionary period。 At that time the bill of fare was not printed； but the waiter announced to the guest what would be served； if asked for。 A Chicago citizen was dining at the hotel。 He ordered each of the many items announced to him by the waiter。 When he came to the deserts the waiter said： 〃We have mince…pie； apple…pie； pumpkin…pie； and custard…pie。〃 The Chicago man ordered mince…pie； apple…pie； and pumpkin…pie。 The disgusted waiter remarked： 〃What is the matter with the custard？〃 Alongside me sat a very well…known English gentleman of high rank； who had come to this country on a sort of missionary and evangelistic errand。 Of course； he was as solemn as the task he had undertaken； which was to convert American sinners。 He turned suddenly to me and； in a loud voice； asked： 〃What was the matter with the custard…pie？〃 The story travelled for years； was used for many purposes； was often murdered in the narration； but managed to survive； and was told to me as an original joke by one of the men I met at the convention last June in Chicago。
After Chicago received from Congress the appointment I did all I could to help the legislation and appropriations necessary。 The result was that when I visited the city as an orator at the opening of the exhibition I was voted the freedom of the city； was given a great reception； and among other things reviewed the school children who paraded in my honor。
The Yale alumni of New York City had for many years an organization。 In the early days the members met very infrequently at a dinner。 This was a formal affair； and generally drew a large gathering； both of the local alumni and from the college and the country。 These meetings were held at DeImonico's； then located in Fourteenth Street。 The last was so phenomenally dull that there were no repetitions。
The speakers were called by classes； and the oldest in graduation had the platform。 The result was disastrous。 These old men all spoke too long； and it was an endless stream of platitudes and reminiscences of forgotten days until nearly morning。 Then an inspiration of the chairman led him to say： 〃I think it might be well to have a word from the younger graduates。〃
There was a unanimous call for a well…known humorist named Styles。 His humor was aided by a startling appearance of abundant red hair； an aggressive red mustache； and eyes which seemed to push his glasses off his nose。 Many of the speakers； owing to the imperfection of the dental art in those days； indicated their false teeth by their trouble in keeping them in place； and the whistling it gave to their utterances。 One venerable orator in his excitement dropped his into his tumbler in the midst of his address。
Styles said to this tired audience： 〃At this early hour in the morning I will not attempt to speak； but I will tell a story。 Down at Barnegat； N。 J。； where I live； our neighbors are very fond of apple…jack。 One of them while in town had his jug filled； and on the way home saw a friend leaning over t
