'Whafs in a Namet 



you can find no other name among 

 them all that can lay the least claim 

 to originality. 



New York might have served very 

 well for some sleepy little hamlet 

 stowed away somewhere among the 

 New England hills. You have only 

 to visualize the dear, old-fashioned 

 Yorkshire capital to realize how in- 

 congruous is the name as applied to 

 the community that now fondly im- 

 agines that the sun rises and sets at 

 the corner of Broad and Wall. The 

 solemn old minster, the immaculate, 

 ivy-clad arches of St. Mary's abbey, 

 the crumbling Roman wall, the green 

 fields stretching away towards the 

 grassy domains of hereditary, fox- 

 hunting squires. The original a pic- 

 ture of peace and poise set in a pas- 

 toral paradise. The copy everything 

 which old York is not. St. Petersburg 

 has become Petrograd. A stroke of 

 the pen would make New York what 

 it should be Manhattan. 



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