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any day, and every day but the Sabbath day, see live 
porkers slaughtered by the hundred and watch the 
various processes of treatment of the carcass ending 
with the inevitable pork sausage. Such, in brief is 
the home of the “hustlers,” which won the contest 
for the honour of having the World’s Columbian Expo. 
sition. A New York journalist, a member of the staff of 
Mr. GORDON BENNETT’S powerful organ, told me that 
the seleétion of Chicago was a huge political device— 
which, however, failed in its aim and objeét, for the 
Democrats enjoyed the handling of the shekels and not 
the Republicans : he was also kind and thoughtful enough 
to acquaint me with the faét that Chicago had the worst 
water supply in the world, and solemnly adjured me, as 
I valued my health, sedulously to avoid drinking any 
unless qualified by a dose of good whiskey! New York, 
to be serious, was emphatically ‘‘down on” the idea of 
Chicago having the Fair. To the mind ofall and sundry 
in the Empire City, New York—only and pre-eminently— 
ought to have been the location. My journalistic friend 
aforesaid assured me that Chicago was the veriest tyro 
in the art of handling crowds, ‘‘ whereas we, Sir, handle 
a crowd every day of our lives, have made it astudy, and 
flatter ourselves we know how to do it.” He was right 
there. New York can handle crowds. With her splendid 
street car system, her network of elevated railroads, 
and her mammoth ferries, she fills and empties her 
business quarters de die in diem with an ease un- 
equalled even in the city of London proper, the daily 
ingress and egress of whose multitudes is alike the admi- 
ration and the bewilderment of every stranger. But 
Chicago won her spurs after all. There was a big 
