After the smashing of the City Hall and Post-Office, the white flag had been hoisted from a tower of the old Park Row building, and thither had gone Mayor O'Hagen, urged thither indeed by the terror-stricken property owners of lower New York, to negotiate the capitulation with Von Winterfeld.
Beyond these newspaper buildings again, and partially hidden by the arches of the old Elevated Railway of New York (long since converted into a mono-rail), there was another cordon of police and a sort of encampment of ambulances and doctors, busy with the dead and wounded who had been killed early in the night by the panic upon Brooklyn Bridge.
He had watched hour after hour since first New York had risen out of the blue indistinctness of the landfall.
In spite of five great fires already involving many acres, and spreading steadily, New York was still not satisfied that she was beaten.
The New York police was speedily hard at work, and a foolish contest in full swing between impassioned citizens resolved to keep the flag flying, and irritated and worried officers instructed to pull it down.
But hard upon that came the desperate attempt of a party of young clubmen from New York, who, inspired by patriotic and adventurous imaginations, slipped off in half a dozen motor-cars to Beacon Hill, and set to work with remarkable vigour to improvise a fort about the Doan swivel gun that had been placed there.
Not only was the New York Government a weak one and insufficiently provided with police, but the destruction of the City Hall--and Post-Offide and other central ganglia had hopelessly disorganised the co-operation of part with part.
Lower New York was soon a furnace of crimson flames, from which there was no escape.
Marshall Stearns and Jean Stearns, Jazz Dance: The Story of American Vernacular Dance, New York
, DaCapo Press, 1999, ISBN 0-306-80553-7
Holder, for example, in his "The Rise of the West Indian Politician in New York
City, 1900-1952," gives a brief overview of Caribbean immigrant political activity, but his article is brief and incomplete.
is now a one-horse town,'' proclaimed Bill Nader, a New York
Racing Association executive vice president, at a celebration for Funny Cide's owners and handlers at Gallagher's Steak House in Manhattan.