LAST DITCH OF DEMOCRACY - Majority Rights

and Judge Republican, back in 1892. Have they conserved their old
sense of coarse humor, coarse but robust and healthy, or are they all
peter’d out ? I mean Arno’ed.
Lookin’ back and rememberin’ my far distant childhood on the corner of
47th and Madison Avenue where there is now such [a?] sumptuous Hotel
Accommodation Thinkin’, thinkin of my Great Aunt’s family furniture,
moved a few blocks up the street. I wonder if the ole grand piano is still
workin’ for the folks that took over, foreclosed the mortgage, or
something, anyhow, sold the old lady up.
And Mr. Fouquet, and pop Quackenbush, all that generation that
remembered the Civil War. All gone with the ash barrels. Think of
swell ballroom, right where my Great Uncle used to keep his bunch of
bananas, and I used to play chequers with him; my old Great Aunt’s
black man of general all work, or rather any work, some work, that he
used to dodge to play chequers on top of the apple barrel, before the
days of the Windsor Fire, Two Hotels, Windsor and Buckingham,
ornament of Fifth Avenue, back before you kids remember.
An’ yaller Martha. She used to take snuff. That’s a long time before the
great night life of Harlem. Back when Owen Wister, it may have been,
wrote “Philosophy 4”—now why do I think of that ? And why did that
darkie porter in Grand Central Station look at the E. initial before my
name on my suitcase in 1939 and say: Now how do I come to know that,
that E. stands for Ezra? Sort of nearly undersized porter.
My mind goes back to before the invasion. I mean I suppose that is
what is occurrin’ in my psychology leadin’ me up to the question: Have
you GAINED by the interval ? WHAT have you gained by the interval,
from 4 to 8 million invaders, all part of a widely distributed RACE, that
has a radio out by San Diego or somewhere, known as the universal
world Jewry station, or some similar title, and does a HIGHLY
organized 7 to 7 to 7 [for] 6 or 8 million people of a decidedly OTHER