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JERRY FLANIGAN'S TRIP TO NEW YORK
Montana's Most Popular Conductor Tells About His Jaunt in Daly's Private Car and What He Saw in the Big City. Y all odds the most popular con ductor ihn Montana, as well as one of the oldest in point of service. is Jerry Flanigan, who runs on the Great Northern line between Anaconda and Havre. He has been a conductor on the Great Northern ever since it laid its rails in Montana, starting in with the construction of the road. No railroad man is more generally known in the state, and par ticularly along the line of the Great Northern road. He has more friends in Butte probably than anywhere else, but that is because there are more people in Butte than anywhere else in the state. At Anaconda, Helena, Great Falls, Havre and in scores of other towns his friends are only limited by the census returns from those towns. He has a way of mdaking friends and he does it without knowing it and with out trying. Jerry Flanigan was born in a rail road town. That was Dunkirk, N. Y. Nobody knows just how old he is. Sometimes he looks older than he does at other times. But he began railroad ing back in 1873 on the Erie road. He was a conductor on the Dakota line of the Northern Pacific in 1880. but since 1885 has been with the Great Northern. For a number of years he had the run from Great Falls east, but now runs from Anaconda to Havre. At least, that is *the position he is still slated for, but at present he is under the weather and will start in a few days for Arkansas Hot Springs. Conductor Flanigan claims that he never had any remarkable adventures In his career as a railroad man. He was lucky enough never to be in charge of any 'train that was held up by train robbers or was badly wrecked. That, however, as Jerry says, "is all in the luck." The one great event that Jerry Flani gan will date everything from through life is the trip he took last summer with Marcus Daly in his (Daly's) pri vate car. Mr. Flanigan has been back to Montana some time, but he is not yet through telling stories about that trip. It is not known just what is the secret of the intimacy between Con ductor Jerry Flanigan atnd Marcus Daly. Mr. Daly is a pretty good miner and it is probable that he was not long in discovering that Jerry assays high in gold clear into the heart. It is also probable that. Jerry found Mr. Daly was "of the right sort." They first ,became well acquainted at Colonel - roadwater's funeral. In the years since then, when traveling over the Great Northern line, it made no differ ence how prominent the men he tnigiht be with Mr. Daly would always man age to get away from them and sit down for a quiet chat with Jerry. Last summer Flanigan was pretty sick. He lost 40 pounds in weight and had to lay off from the road. While he was looking pretty peaked Mr. Daly chanced to meet him in the lobby of the Montana hotel. "You're looking bad," said Mr. Daly. "I'm feeling worse than I look," re plied Jerry. "What you need Is a change of cli mate," said Mr. Daly. "Your judgment is all right," said Jerry, "What you need," continued Mr. Daly, "is the climate of Sheepshead Bay." "When is the Suburban?" asked Jerry. "One week from to-day. Just pack your grip and get into my car with rme. There is plenty of room." "Sheepshead Bay .would be a good climate for my complaint," said Jerry. That is how Conductor Jerry Flani gan happened to go East with Mr. Daly in his private car. "I don't know how many people of different kinds have been guests of M'r. Daly in that car," said Jerry, in (J I "All the pleasure is in tLe approach to ihenag--not the consummation," telling about the trip, "but I'll swear he never had a guest who appreciated that trip more than I did. If there is anything on earth that a man could want that wasn't in that car, it's one on me. I never saw it. Oh, say! When I die, if they want to give me any heaven just Ict them put me in that car and keep otn traveling forever and ever. That's all I want. "I tell you it was fine. All the way to New York our car was on the rear of the train and we could just sit in the observation compartment all day, and smoke and chat and watch the scenery. There was just three of us -Daly and me and another fellow. Then there was a waiter and a cook to see we didn't get lost. We went over different railroads and through all kinds of country. Half the time I couldn't tell whether I owned the par ticular road we were going over, or whether Mr. Daly owned it or the other fellow. But we could all criticise the roadbed and equipment as freely as we wanted to. Of course you know how it is with private cars. Lots of people at the stations crowd around them out of curiosity. So once in awhile we would go out on the rear platform and show ourselves. At I"iast me and the other fellow would. I te lieve the populace is entitled to some rielhts. righ ts. "We stopped over one day in St. Paul. There were some people wanted to see me and Dalr. While we were wait ing, although we had come over the Northern Pacific, the Great Northern people switched us over into their yard and cleaned the car for us. That shows what kind of people they are. But you ought to see that combination brush and hose they have to clean cars with! That heats my game. I am out in the country. When they got the car clean ed Mr. Daly shook hands with the fellow aend handed him a five or a ten. That snows what kind of a fellow he is. .We reached Chicago at 10 in the morning on the Burlington line, and the Pennsylvania train was to start at 10:30. A Pennsylvania offi.ial had come into the car, and Mr. Daly told him he was anxious to catch that train, as otherwise he would have to wait ser eral ]ours. Well, we no sooner got up to the station than up comes a switch engine, backs us off and gets us on to the Pennsylvania train just a minute before it started. I was on the rear platform, and as the switch engine was uncoupling I leaned over and shook hands4vith the fellow on the front of the engine and left a tive in his hand. That was to show what kind of a fellow I was. He tipped his hat and said: "'Thank you, Mr. Daly! "And that is all the credit I got out of it. "And that is the way it went. The weather .. is fine and that cook is the best cook -over lived. nobody barred. I could feel my disease disappearing the nearer we got to Shcepshead Bay. We would watch the scenery all day, and in the evening we would sit at the table and chat. Mr. Daly would hand me out a bouquet and then I would hand him one right back. H was the finest trip I ever had, all right." "Where did you stop in New York?" "The Hoffman, of course. That is the only hotul to stop at. Oh, there's the Waldorf-Astoria and the Nether lands, and the rest of those. T'he Wal dorf-Astoria is a mighty good hotel for a man who likes that kind of a hotel. But as for me, give me the Hoffman. You'll meet all the people at the Hoff man that's worth meeting. The Hoff man cafe is not so many: you can pass that up. Oh, of course, you can take a meal there once or twice, if it comes right. But for steady eating go to Shanley's. The Hoffman, however, is the place to stop. The hotel is all right and the bar is all right. When you go there just tell Major Peacock at the office desk that you are a friend of Jerry Flanigan of Montana, and it will be all right." "Did you sne any baseball while you were in New York?" "Baseball is the first thing I didn't see. You see, it was just this way: We got into the Pennsylvania depot at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. I had looked at the baseball schedule and found that the game that day was to be the last league game in New York for more than a month. The Eastern teams were gsoing west. So I thought I ought to see one good baseball game before I started back to Montana. So T jumped into a hack and when I got to the elevated line I paid the hack man, told him to take my grip on utl to the Hoffman, and I got out. I took the elevated up to the Polo grounds and got therl, just before the game started. I paid a half to get in, another half for a reserved seat and a quarter for a score card. "The game was between the New Yorks and tlls" Irooklyns. The New Yorks didn't t an'y runs ill the first inning and the I1br tkl'yns got a whole hunch of them. Thien there was asrow. The New Yorks went for the umnpire and it was more fun than an election in Butte. Only, nobody waso hurt. We had about 15 rinuit's of it and th" um pire sirstlared the game forf,-itrd to llrooklyn. I looked for a goe;d hang ing thern or a little shooting anyway. Ibut there wasn't any. "'Welt. I just called it one had olne and gl;t ready for somerl good ones. My time was too valuable to linger. I start ed to get out of the grounds. There were a lot of kickers in line who were waiting to get their money back. They called to me to come back and get in line. " 'Excuse me,' says I, 'my time in New York is worth $10 a minute and I can't afford to wait here to get back 50 cents.' "But I couldn't get out. A big crowd blocked the entrance and they were all hooting and yelling and demanding their money back and calling Freed man pet names. Meanwhile many val uable minutes were slipping away and nothing to show for it. I hadn't even had a drink since I struck New York. "I saw a policeman standing off to one side and I went up to him. " 'See here,' says I. 'I come 3,900 miles to see a ball game-' "'I can't help you,' says he. 'I am here to keep the peace. You'll have to see the officers of the grounds about getting back your 50 cents.' " 'That's not it,' says I. 'I don't want my 50 cents back. All I want is to get out of here and get out quick. My time in New York is worth $10 a minute. I am traveling fast and I am 'way behind itlme.' "'That's different.' says he. "I shook hands with him and left a silver dollar in his paw. "'Can you get me out?' says I "'I can,' says lie. "He took me to a little door in the fence. Then he handed me back the silver dollar. Think' of that! Think of a New York cop handing back a dollar, "I ate three broiled live lobsters in one day, and I wish now that I had eaten a fourth for my midnight lunch. after all I had heard about the New York police! He hands it back, and says: "'Young fellow, put that by itself where you'll know where it is,' says he. 'You're a fast traveler and I've seen fellows like you get 'way ahead of the dining car. When you get to that point you'll have that dollar to get a square on.' "That cop was all right. But he was all off on my needing that dollar. I've got that dollar yet. "But I soon found a better way to watch the ball games. You start out of the Hoffman pretty early in the af ternoon. You kind of saunter along down Broadway and drop into the sa loons. In the saloons are tickers and the ball games all over the country are given by innings. Each saloon will give you one or two innings. By the time you get down to Wall street you will know how all the games come out and have accumulated a gentle jag at the same time. Then you strike Wall street just about the time George Hal dorn and Frank Maguire are coming off shift at the stock exchange. "The secret about havinsi a good time in New York is not to drink too fast. Keep drinking right along, but don't :et it get action on you. Just I-:ep mellow and you can enjoy all that's coming, see? All the pleasure is in the approach to a jag-not in the consummation. Keep letting the jag approach, but see that you stay on the windwsrd1 side of it. "Quinn by the way can give more good reasons for not drinking than any man I ever saw. As a temperance I crturer he heats the hand. After I talked with him I quit drinking for two whole drinks. But Quinn is all right. He is right to the front and the best move heever .made is when lie went to New York. He couldn't do too much for me. He's all right up to the democratic club, too. He's right in it and they all respect him. He is study ing law, and he won't be any jack law yer. I can tell you. He dresses just as fine as anybody in New York and he is in with all the big ones. "It was Quinn set me right on my hat. When I was in Anaconda getting ready to start I went to the store and told them I wanted a new hat. I didn't want any last year's hat, I wanted a hat right up to date-a little ahead of date, you know. I wanted a hat that would be riglht in style when I climbed in to New York. So they gave me the only hat, they said, that wouldn't make me look like a jay in the big town. It was a good hat, all right. It was a soft white felt and it looked all right When I got to New York I couldn't see any hats like it. Pretty soon the 'other fellow' wanted to know why I didn't chop it and get in line with the rest of them. He had bought a hat just like mine, but had switched it for a straw after the first day. " 'Never mind,' says I. 'These Npew Yorkers are 'a ,little slow, but they'll catch up to me in a few days. They can't be far behind. I'll just wait for them.' "I kept wearing the hat and when I went out to Sheepshead bay I got up on the roof of the grand stand and looked at the hats. There were about 40,000 people there, but no hat like mine. Then I met Quinn. "'Where did you get that hat?' says he, "'Never mind,' says I. 'I am a little ahead of you fellows, but I'm not proud. You'll all be wearing them in a month. It'll be the fashion' then.' "'It was the fashion two years ago,' says Quinn. "Then I went and bought a straw. "1 got good after a few days. I just revised myself from the skin out. I was looking just as good as any, of them as I was standing out in front of the Hoffman house one evening, picking my teeth. A long row of us used to stand in front of the hotel every evening about that time and watch the streets arsas go by. I had on yellow shoes and a pair of red silk stockings. Quinn had told me that silk colored stockings were the thing lust then, so I bought two dozen of the loudest I could find. I had on a pair of white trousers, and I roiled them up an inch or two. I had to do that to show the red silk stockings. I had on a blue and white shirt and a collar to match that come up pretty high. But it isn't true that it came up to the top of my ears. I had on the new straw and a cane. I also had a nr·ck tie-hbut never mind about that necktie. 'Well, I was standing there with the rest of them. picking my teeth. .A sort of a seedy individual came along and looked us over. Pretty soon lihe come un to me and says he: "'Excuse me, sir, but would you kindly loan me 10 cents?' "I looks at him a minute and then 1 says: ''I'll give you a quarter, pardner. If youll'll tell me why you picked me out off all -this crowd to strike me!' "Well, you see', says the duck. ' I kind of sized you up and you looked to me like a good-natured sort of a sport who might haye been 1broke yourself once in a while.' "Then the w-ise guys in the row all laughed. I gave up the quarter and went and bought myself a gin ricka." S"How do you like New York as cora Sparecd with thie West.- Mr. Flanigan.?" "Now just drop that '1Mr. Flanigan.' Jerry, just plain Jerry, suits me. That's my name. When you have no ticket and no pass and strike me somewhere down the line, you can call me 'mis ter.' But now I'm plain Jerry. "As for New York, it's all right. But the fellow that tells you that New York is a moral town, just pass him up. And the fellow that tells you that there is no gambling in New York, just pass him up harder. There may be morality in New York, but-I don't know. The lobsters, however, are all right. I mean the broiled live lobsters. I ate three of them in one day. Whole ones, mind you. I wish now that I had eaten a fourth one at midnight after the show, but I took a couple dozen on the half shell instead. "As I have paid before, do your regu lar eating at Shanley's. It is only three or four blocks up the street from the Hoffman house. In the morning eat' a blue fish. New York is all right on blue fish. That is where it shines. At lunch eat a few raw oysters or clams and a broiled live lobster. Don't take chops or steaks: you can get just as good out here. When you are in New York eat sea food and fish. Then you feel as though you were getting some thing you can't have every day out in the mountains. "In the evening go to the upper Shanley's. It's the came people, only a few blocks farther up. You get an orchestra to eat by, and flowers and finely dressed people. Take a claim chowder or a- green turtle soup, made to order, to start off with. You miglt swallow a dozen oysters before that, if you feel like it. Then take a broiled live lobster or a few reed birds, or game of some kind, or stewed terrapin, or anything that you feel like going up against. There isn't a thing on earth you can't find on Shanley's menu except wienerwursts and sauerkraut. Then go to the theater, and after the show have them open a few dozen oysters or clams or make you a Welsh rarebit. "If a fellow happens to get hungry between meals he can get all kinds of good eating at any place he may be. Of course you don't go to any coyote places. When you go to New York be high-toned if it takes your last dolllr. About 4 o'clock in the afternoon, if you happen to be in the neigh hood, stroll down to the Fifth Avenue hotel. It is only a few doors below the Hoffman house. They have a custom down -there they have kept up for a score of years. At 4 o'clock every afternoon they set out a fine ham beiled in Manderia wine. ft's a cuckoo! For a free lunch it beats anything I ever saw. And you ought to see the old codgers that gather around at that hour to get a taste of the ham and a cooling drink. They are as fine, sleek, well-groomed a lot of old fellows as you ever laid your eyes on. Most all of them are pretty well along in years. They look like New Yorkers, every one of them. And maybe they don't enjoy it! Well, I was paying for everything I was get ting, but when I ran up against that ham, boiled in Maderia, it seemed to me -that I was breaking in and ought to apologize. There were so many of those sleek, finely dressed old fellows who seemed to have been doing it for years. But Haldorn told me it was all rizht. "The trouble is they always spot a western man in New York. At that Quinn tells me that the westerners a:e away ahead of the provincial New Yorkers. He says thlat the New York ers are in a class by themselves. You can put on any clothes you are a mind to and put on all the airs you can think of, but they will catch onto you until you have had a year or two or seasoning. But he says that the Montana people who come to the big town come the nearest to being like New Yorkers of any of them. They .re away head of the ducks from Albany and Syracuse or Philadelphia or Chi cago or any of them places. There is one way, though, they always caught me, even after I got my New York clothes on. I never could quit from putting my money down on the bar. You see, in New York, and in most of the East at that time, you take your drink and they ring up the amount, a check falls out. you take the check to the cashier and he takes your mun. It Is so everywhere, and the bartender can't get no action. I got pretty well ac quainted with the bartenders at the Hoffman. They are all good fellows at that. I kind of felt liberal like and once in a while I wouldslide up to the farthest corner of the circular bar, call for a drink quietly, ask the bar. keep to join me and lay down some small change. But it was no go. I felt kind of mellow and wanted to have somebody else feel happy and rake off a quarter or a half, but I couldn't get action on them. I think the trouble was I was too familiar with old Cadi gan. You see, Cadigan and me was raised together. He is manager of the hotel. He and I would sit down and have many a drink together. The bar keeps saw us pretty familiar. So when I opened the door for them and gave them a chance, they passed me up for a spotter. "The fellow that takes in the cash at the Hoffman is an old guy who wouldn't breathe until helookedaround to see if anybody was watching him. There was nobody in New York that I didn't jolly up to, if I got the chance. So I got to kidding him and let himn know I was from Montana. He asked me if I knew Aleck Tarbet. " 'Yes.' says I. "He said nothing. " 'Why?' says I. Nothing,' says he. 'Only last Christmas he handed me a $50-bill for a Christmas present. and I have often wanted to see him again and ask him what he did it for. Where is Mon tana?' " "Did you attend the races?" "Oh, did 1? Oh.' we used to run )over to Shee)shead just to pass the time. Manhattan Beach is all right,too, You tI "If they want to give me any Heaven, just let them put me in that car and keep traveling forever and ever." ' can see the races at Sheepshead, go over to the Beach, see Pain's fireworks, hear Sousa's band and enjoy Frank Daniel's and his company. Then you get a broiled live lobster and go to bed where you can hear the waves rolling up'c.n the beach. It's all right. They may tie it, but 'they can't beat it. Then in the morning you put down a bluefish, read the morning papers and .et around. Then you take a bite of lunch-a few oysters or a pompano or a half a spring chicken or maybe a broil ed live lobster. Then you take it easy over to Sheepshead and have an early talk with Ferguson or Tipton or Billy Randall or Hennessy, the old Montana jockey, and size up the bunch. Then you go up to the betting iing and lose your money. If a man can give you good tips in Montana. don't size it up that he knows it all in New York. At that they are all good fellows. "But that betting! Talk about hy pocrisy! Why should a man pretend to be good when he isnt? Why should a city pretend that it is too good to' permit gambling and yet allow it on the wholesale? I am not a moralist. I don't have time. Time is too valuable for me to spend time in that game. If you are gambling, why try to hide it? If you permit betting on horse races, why ,try to make out that you don't? Why not own up and be a good fellow? Then you will be respected and make nearly as much money. As a moral city, New York is a dead, hard failure." "How did you make out on the stock?" stock?" "Stocks give me no worry. You can notice that I am not looking at the pa pers to see whether they are up or down. I am not worrying about stocks.. They said that I had bought a string of race horses, but I didn't bring back any in my grip. At the same time I didn't go hungry while I was in New York. My broker is taking care of my interests and whether the htocks go up or down, it doesn't phase me." When Jerry Flanigan landed in Ana conda a fern days ago, his grip was the subject of much comment on the part of those who saw it in the porter's quarters before it was sent up to J'r ry's room. It was plastered all over t with foreign labels. There was "Cher bourg" and "Hamburg" and "Paris." The labels didn't mean that Jerry had been across the water. They simply meant that, as is his invariable way, he made himself a good fellow with the head baggageman in a New York depot, as he does with everybody ecse. He has a way of making more friends in less time than any other man East or West. The baggageman stuck on the labels until Jerry scarcely knew whether it was his grip or somebody's else's. "But the trunk was worse," said Jerry. "You ought to see that; you'd think I had been around the world. But maybe you think the tags on the grip count nothing. When you go into the Pullman with your grip all plas tered over with them foreign labels, Mr. Nigger gives you all he's got and all he can get. He thinks you are some body. and he loses no time. At that I got cheated on the grip. I paid $15 for it at Twenty-third street, and had it soent to the Hoffman. Then I walked down town to meet Haldorn and Frank Maguire. At Third street I saw the same grip offered for $14.98." "How about the railroad business? D~ you think you'll ever go back?" "flow can I help it? The best thing on earth is traveling in a private car and visiting the big towns, where there is smething to see. But next to that is the railroad business. I couldn't leave it if 1 would, and I wouldn't if I could. There is something so fascinating about the railroad business that I would be lost at anything else. If I am out of it a month or so, I long to get back in again. I am lost at anything else. And then, what makes it so mulch pleasanter, I have always been treated so well by the Great Northern people. If a man's half white with the Great Northern railroad, it is the best rail road a man ever worked for, and :J've had lots of experience, too. .Mind fpu. ,I say 'half white.' If a young r10an wants to start out and go into the railroad business, my advice to him is to tie up to the Great Northern road. If he wants to do what is right his chances are better with that road than any I ever had anything to do with." A Glacier Full of Grasshopp es. There are many remarkable glaciers in that part of the Rocky mountains that crosses the southern border of Montaha. A part of this region has hitherto been unmapped, and t's more elevated portions were unvisited and unnamed until last summer, wheq a geological party piloted ,the way up the mountains and discovered some of the largest' glaciers in the temperate.-re gions of the wegterri world. Heredrise Granite peak, which, according to 'lr. Gannett, is the culminating point of Montana, 12.824 feet high. Among the glaciers found in these mountains and recently described by James P. Kimball is Grasshopper gla cier, which derives its name from the enormous quantity of grasshopper re mains that are found on and in the glacier. Periodically the grasshoppers that thrive in the prairie to the north take their flight southward and must needs cross the mountains. Their fav orite route seems to be across this wide glacier, and in the passage scores' of thousands of them succumb to the rigor bf cold and wind, fall helpless upon the snow and are finally entqrhb ed in the ice. In the cotftse of time billions of them have been the victims of this glacier. They are, of course, carried by -the ice river down into the valley and deposited at the melting edge of the ice, and Mr. Kimball say B that thousands of tons of grasshopper 4i remains are the principal material' the lower edge of the glacier. We hear very often of rocks and sand as form ing the terminal moraine of glacle,. but here is a glacier whose princlp t moralinal material is grasshoppers. These insect remains are washed out of the ice in furrows wherever the sun's heat has grooved the surface in to rivulets of descending water. Th' grasshoppers permeate the glacier from top 4t bottom. No fragment of ice can b* broken so small as not to contain remains. Most of the insects have been reduced to a coarse powder, and the furrows of them washed out "by the rivulets and naturally disposed in parallel lines are very dark in color. Who Is Father of the Railway. From the London Chronicle. Who is the "father of railwayS?" Books of reference give the distinction to George Stephenson and Dr. Smiles has enshrined the claim in his "'IA've of the Engineers." But an effort is"plow being made to sellure recognition of the .claim of William James, a Warwick shire contemporary of Stephensot:' it appears that in 1799-when George Ste phenson was a lad of 18-William James was engaged in laying out plans for railroads. In 1802 he journeyed into Lancashire for railway survey pur poses and conceived the idea of estab lishing railroads between Liverpool and Manchester, Bolton and other towns for the carriage of cotton and general goods. Between 1819 and 1820 James project ed a line called the central Junctl' n railroad, a portion of which, between Stratford-on-Avon and Moreton-in-the Marsh. with a branch line to Skipton, was actually laid. In 1821-22 Mr. James formed the first railway company in England. the Liverpool & Manchester. and in the family papers it is alleged that Stephenson in surveying its line merely followed in his footsteps. Sir Edward WVatkin and other leaditng railway men are strongly impressed by the claim of the Warwickshire man to be the pioneer of our railway sys tem, and a committee has been formed for the purpose of getting his service recognized.