1905-06 Volume 30 No 1–5 - Phi Delta Theta Scroll Archive

accompanying cartoon, which firstappeared in the New York World.He knows Bro. Little well andwrites that he considers the cartoon' a good likeness." A briefextract from Bro. Little's speechfollows:THE SCROLL 333We admit that Chicago is big and ramblingand overgrown and not too scrupulously clean, andthat it does not always smell like a springtime daisy.But in New York you began many generations ago asystem of self-jollying that has finally produced a populationthat is unable to see further west than Weekawken.You New Yorker suckers remind me of theold-time heathen that built their cars of juggernaut andworshiped them until finally, in a mad frenzy of deliriousdevotion, they threw themselves down andshrieked with joy when the car ran over them. YouNew Yorkers sit around and tickle yourselves underthe chin with a feather and you talk of little old XewYork until you mumble it in your sleep. "No placelike New York," you repeat until finally you come tobelieve. You write poems and songs begging thedivine privilege of dying in Herald square, and youleave instructions in your will that at the funeral thechoir shall sing: "There's a Little Street in HeavenThat Is Called Broadway." It's pathetic.I believe youteachinyourschoolsthat the sun rises inBrooklyn and sets in Hoboken, and I am told of a NewYork boy who,when asked by his teacher what route Pearywould follow to get to the north pole, said: "Oh, elevatedor subway to the Bronx, and then a surface car."Oh, it's great the devotion you New Yorkers have.You don't know here that there is any United Statesexcept this side of Harlem. I am told that in the geographiesin use in your schools the maps of that small unimportantpart of our glorious country not yet incorporatedinto Greater New York is merely a blank, marked hereand there with elephants, as the old maps of Africaused to be marked, to signify "unexplored region."While coming down Broadway last week I met someNew York young women belonging to a theatrical companyplaying here. We talked for a while and then myfriend, who had introduced me to the young women,noticing the heavy frost which was precipitated when Iinadvertently admitted that I was from Chicago, andanxious to cover up my disgrace, said:"Mr. Little has just returned from Manchuria."I swelled up some at that, and gave a sort of "I thinkthat'l hold you New Vorkiacs for awhile" smile, butmy triumph was short-lived."Manchuria," said one of the young women. '"Oh,Manchuria. Why we played Manchuria last winter. Richard Henry Litde asRotten business, do vou know. I just hate them In- PJ^'"^^*^ "^7 ^ ^'^'^ '^°'^,. ' - ' JVorid artist.diana towns.