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A seventeen-year-old boy from the country, making his first visit to the Woolworth building in New York, and riding in the subway when it is not too crowded, might be persuaded by an eloquent city relative that this is Bellamy's New Jerusalem. A soul with a greater insight is H.G. Wells. But he too, in spite of his humanitarian heart, has, in a great mass of his work, the laboratory imagination.
John Williams, and of Chancellor James M. Woolworth, a noble representative of the laity of the Church. Well may this place be called the "Gate City" of the Antelope State. Towards evening we reached Lincoln, the home of William Jennings Bryan, the Democratic candidate for the presidency in 1896, and also four years later. The house where he lives was pointed out to us.
"That policeman is fat, but he has speed." The dummy-chucker glanced over his shoulder. Looming high as the Woolworth Building, fear overcoming the dwarfing tendency of distance, came a policeman. The dummy-chucker leaped to the motor's running-board. He climbed into the vacant front seat. "Thanks, feller," he grunted. "A li'l speed, please." The young man chuckled.
They entered one of the many elevators, with a number of other persons who also wanted to go to the Woolworth tower, and, in a moment, the sliding doors were closed. "Oh!" suddenly exclaimed Nan. And Flossie, Freddie and Bert all said the same thing, while Mrs. Bobbsey clasped her husband's arm and looked rather queer. "What's the matter?" asked her husband.
Anybody who has done anything silly goes to America. Indeed, if I remember rightly, America is entirely populated with fugitives from somewhere else. So dretfully confusing for the Red Indians. They say the story of the Tower of Babel was only a prophecy about the Woolworth Building " "You couldn't get a passport," said Mr. Darnby Frere, who was the only person present really conscious of sanity.
Yet I know numberless dwellers in Gotham whose shibboleth is "nothing outside of New York City but scenery," and they are a little dubious about admitting that. When one describes the Grand Canyon or the Royal Gorge they point to Nassau or Wall Street, and the Woolworth tower challenges Pike's Peak!
I had never lost that respect for the teaching profession which had been aroused in my childhood by the sight of Principal Woolworth enthroned among the students of Cortland Academy, and this early impression was now greatly deepened by my experience at the Sorbonne, the College of France, and the University of Berlin.
Why, for instance, the new Woolworth Building in New York " "Yes, yes," she broke in quickly, "how high is it?" "Seven hundred and fifty feet." The girl turned and faced him. "Don't," she said. "I can't bear it. Some other time, perhaps, but not now." She had risen and was gathering up her wraps. "And you," she said, "why are you going to America?" "Why?" he answered.
He is leaning upon the rail taking his last neck-breaking look at the Woolworth Building. The going-ashore bugle has sounded, pocket-handkerchiefs are waving; and Joe Hutton, the last visitor to leave the ship, is at the gangway. "Good-by, Holworthy!" he calls. "Where do you keep yourself? Haven't seen you at the club in a year!"
Woolworth, a teacher of the very largest experience, showed me that none of the evil results which were prophesied had resulted.
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