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A.  G.  BURGOYNE. 


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ALL  SORTS 


OF 


PITTSBURGERS 


SKETCHED    IN    PROSE  AND   VERSE, 


BY 


ARTHUR  G.  BURGOYNE. 


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PITTSBURG,  PA.: 

The  Leader  All  Sorts  Co. 

1892. 


thenewyorkI 
PUBLIC  LIBRARY  I 

ASTOR;  LENOX  AND 
TiLDEN  fOUNDATiONB. 


^ic  APOLOGY.  3|f^ 


n^HE   interest   manifested   by  the   public  in  the  character  sketches   ground 

out  daily  for  more  than  a  year  by  the  "poetical  machine"  of  the 
Pittsburg  LtlADER,  and  the  consequent  demand  for  the  publication  of  the 
best  among  them  in  book  form,  constitute  the  author's  apology  for  the  ap- 
pearance of  this  volume. 

Changes  have  necessarily  been  made  in  many  of  the  rhymed  sketches, 
owing  to  the  fact  that  under  the  conditions,  political  and  otherwise,  existing 
when  they  were  written,  a  coloring  was  imparted  the  force  of  which  would 
now  be  lost,  and  the  retention  of  which  might  perhaps  have  a  prejudicial 
influence. 

From  some  of  the  more  aggressive  political  lyrics  it  is  impossible  to 
eliminate  the  tinge  of  strong  feeling  growing  out  of  the  policy  of  **  partisan 
independence,"  which  marks  the  course  of  the  Pittsburg  LEADER  in  all  its 
departments.  The  professional  politician  is,  however,  a  fair  target,  and  the 
writer  has,  therefore,  no  regrets  to  express  for  having  occasionally  hit  the 
bull's  eye  with  an  arrow  of  extra  keenness  in  criticising  the  public  record 
of  gentlemen  whose  private  life  may  be  of  an  admirable  character. 

At  the  same  time,  if,  in  seizing  upon  the  grotesque  side  of  human 
nature  as  a  subject  of  illustration,  the  semblance  of  unkindness  is  anywhere 
presented,  the  reader  should  be  prepared  to  make  allowance  for  exaggera- 
tion due  to  a  literary  prerogative  of  which  writers  on  rhetoric  somehow 
omit  to  make  mention,  to  wit:    poetic  "licentiousness." 

(iii  ) 


iv  .   APOLOGY. 

No  special  consideration  is  claimed  for  the  verses  in  this  volume,  be- 
cause of  the  rapidity  with  which  they  were  produced.  Newspaper  poetry 
and  newspaper  prose  ought  to  be  on  the  same  plane,  in  the  estimation  of 

THE  AUTHOR. 

Pittsburg,  Pa.,  June,  1802. 


ANDREW   CARNEGIE. 


Bow  down,  ye  folks  whose  worldly  store 

Is  miserably  slim  ; 
In  abject  reverence  before 

This  dignitary  grim  ; 
That  plenipotential  beard  of  his, 

And  stony  British  stare, 
Betoken  clearly  that  he  is 

A  multi-millionaire. 


His  boodle  grew  at  a  r.ipid  rate, 

But  bitter  was  his  cup, 
So  fast  did  the  wealth  accumulate. 

He  couldn't  count  it  up  ; 
Of  grief  he  might  have  died,  they  say. 

If  he  hadn't  struck  the  plan 
Of  giving  a  few  odd  millions  away, 

Which  made  him  a  happy  man. 


From  Scotland's  heather-covered  braes, 

In  babyhood  he  came, 
And  early  fixed  his  childish  gaze, 

On  lucre  and  on  fame  ; 
As  a  messenger  boy  he  went  so  slow, 

That  none  with  him  could  vie. 
And  so  he  got  an  extra  show 

A  lofty  kite  to  fly. 


On  public,  libraries  he  syjent 

Of  shekels  not  a  few  ; 
A  goodly  slice  to  Pittsburg  went. 

And  to  Allegheny,  too; 
But  still  the  loss  he  doesn't  feel, 

It  cannot  hurt  his  health, 
For  his  mills  keep  on  with  endless  zeal 

A-piling  up  the  wealth. 


So  skillfully  he  flew  his  kite, 

That  wondrous  was  his  luck  ; 
He  reached  for  all  the  cash  in  sight. 

And  rich  investments  strvick  ; 
At  railroads,  likewise  coke  and  coal. 

He  took  full  many  a  fling, 
And  was  cast  at  length  for  the  glorious  role 

Of  steel  and  iron  king.   • 


Since  he  became  a  prince  sublime, 

This  burg  for  hmi's  too  small  ; 
New  York  upon  his  royal  time 

And  interest  has  the  call ; 
His  courtiers  puff  him  to  his  face, 

As  the  starry-spangled  Scot, 
But  he  can't  go  back  on  this  good  old  place, 

Which  gave  him  all  he's  got. 


(5) 


Sometimes  this  personage  in  dreams 

A  future  bright  beholds  ; 
Around  his  form  a  toga  seems 

To  cast  its  lordly  folds. 
Big  flights  of  eloquence  he  tries 

In  Senatorial  tone, 
And  knows  that  myriads  of  eyes 

Are  turned  on  him  alone. 


Is  it  because  his  eloquence 

Is  in  the  House  admired? 
Is  it  because  of  his  defense 

Of  Reiter,  who  was  fired  ? 
Is  it  because  he  helped  to  pass 

McKinley's  tariff  dodge  ? 
Or  tried  to  keep  from  going  to  grass 

The  Force  bill,  framed  by  Lodge  ? 


What  puts  his  fancy  on  this  lay? 

Why  should  his  dreams  come  true  ? 
Is  it  because  he's  carved  his  way 

To  fame  and  fortune,  too? 
Is  it  because  he's  been  o'erpowered 

With  flattering  words  of  praise  ? 
Or  else  because  his  grip  he's  held 

Through  troublous,  stormy  days? 


Is  it  because  he's  spick  and  span. 

Well-dressed  and  neat-mustached — 
A  social,  genial  little  man, 

Not  easily  abashed  ? 
No,  no ;  these  things  don't  fit  the  case, 

The  reason's  plain  to  see — 
He  knows  that  Quay  will  lose  his  place, 

And  he'll  be  legatee. 


(6) 


JOHN    DALZELL. 


TJON.  JOHN  DALZELL,  the  distinguished  member  of  the  House  of 
^^  Representatives  from  the  Twenty-Second  District,  was  born  April  19, 
1845,  '"  New  York  City,  and  was  brought  to  Pittsburg  by  his  parents  in 
1847.  He  received  his  education  at  the  common  schools,  at  the  Western 
University,  and  at  Yale  College,  graduating  from  the  latter  institution  in  the 
class  of  1865. 

Mr.  Dalzell  studied  law  with  the  late  John  H.  Hampton.  He  was  ad- 
mitted to  the  bar  in  February,  1867,  and  practiced  in  partnership  with  his 
preceptor  as  attorney  for  the  Pennsylvania  Railroad  and  its  connections, 
and  also  in  a  wide  range  of  civil  cases.  In  1887,  Mr.  Dalzell  was  elected 
to  Congress,  and  has  since  served  continuously  in  that  body,  making  a 
national  record  for  himself  as  the  most  brilliant  representative  from  Penn- 
sylvania. His  speeches  on  the  tariff,  the  Federal  elections  bill,  and  other 
measures  of  superior  importance,  have  challenged  widespread  attention  and 
inspired  a  strong  sentiment  in  favor  of  sending  him  to  the  United  States 
Senate. 

In  1 89 1,  Mr.  Dalzell  was  a  candidate  for  the  presidency  of  the  State 
League  of  Republican  Clubs,  but  was  defeated  by  Hon.  John  B.  Robinson, 
in  whose  favor  Senator  Quay,  jealous  of  Mr.  Dalzell's  prominence,  set  the 
Republican  machine  in  motion.  Immediately  after  this  rebuff,  Mr.  Dalzell, 
instead  of  resenting  the  treatment  accorded  him,  took  the  stump  for  the 
Republican  State  ticket,  and  earned  new  laurels  by  a  series  of  magnificent 
speeches. 

There  is  no  readier  speaker  in  the  State  than  he,  and  none  who  is 
capable  of  competing  with  him  in  point  of  statesmanlike  qualifications. 

(7) 


HON.  J.  H.  COLLIER. 


The  law — dry,  musty,  crabbed  trade, 
Which  seems  specifically  made 

To  set  men  by  the  ears, 
Although  its  slaves  their  hands  must  soil 
With  many  a  soul-destroying  broil, 
There's  one  of  them  it  could  not  spoil : 

His  portrait  here  appears. 

Of  course  you  know  him — who  does  not? 
Few  others  like  him  have  we  got, 

Whose  virtue  naught  can  quench, 
In  whom,  through  all  the  court-room  grind. 
True  grace  of  manner  and  of  mind 
Survive — that's  v^^hy  we're  glad  to  find 

Him  seated  on  the  bench. 

Few  could  against  him  keep  the  floor 
In  thoroughness  of  legal  lore, 

On  this  the  world's  agreed  ; 
And  he  who  haply  would  rely 
On  ready  wit  or  dodges  sly, 
To  close  his  Honor's  eagle  eye, 

To  hump  himself  would  need. 

The  judge  is  getting  old  and  gray, 
But  in  his  youthful  prime,  they  say. 
He  was  a  lively  lad  ; 


Excitement  had  for  him  its  charms — 
When  war  broke  out  he  shouldered  arms, 
Braving  the  battlefield's  alarms 
And  red-hot  times  he  had. 

He  cares  not  of  his  feats  to  boast. 
But  sticks  to  his  Grand  Army  Post 

Where  cherished  comrades  are  ; 
And  always  on  Memorial  Days 
The  soldier  spirit  he  displays. 
And  loves  in  trumpet  tones  to  praise 

The  heroes  of  the  war. 

His  tastes  are  simple  ;  naught  he  cares 
For  sporting  fashionable  airs 

And  being  in  the  swim  ; 
When  work  is  over  he  unbends. 
Pores  over  books  and  gently  tends 
His  flowers — pretty,  faithful  friends — 

They're  good  enough  for  him. 

He  lives  in  Sharpsburg,  but  his  face 
Is  known  and  welcomed  every  place, 
.^X&Nor  does  he  e'er  begrudge 
A  word  or  handshake,  for  he  treats- 
With  friendship  half  the  folks  he  meets, 
And  so  our  Muse  his  Honor  greets — 
Here's  looking  at  you,  Judge. 


(8) 


REV.  DAVID   MCALLISTER,  D.  D. 


Here's  a  type  of  the  real  ascetic, 

A  Calvinist  straight-laced  and  prim, 
In  clerical  \york  energetic 

And  blest  with  a  countenance  grim. 
Deep  scholarship  lurks  in  the  wrinkles 

On  his  forehead,  productive  of  awe. 
His  eye  controversially  twinkles. 

And  there's  force  in  his  ponderous  jaw. 


When  he  gets  in  the  pulpit  he  raises 

Particular  Cain  with  the  stage  ; 
The  drama,  in  some  of  its  phases, 

Kxcites  him  to  absolute  rage. 
The  ballet  girl  dancing  so  sweetly 

In  tights,  he'd  consign  to  the  shelf. 
And  he  rips  u|)  "Thou  Shalt  Not"  con- 
pletely 

As  written  by  Satan  himself. 


He's  a  stickler  for  Scottish  tradition 
And  orders  his  flock  not  to  vote, 

For  he  says  that  the  way  to  perdition 
The  laws  of  this  country  denote. 


Dire  evils  the  Union  must  menace, 
He  vows,  and  quite  plainly  he  sees 

That  the  name  of  this  nation  is  Dennis 
If  it  don't  come  and  join  the  R.  P.'s. 

Just  now  he  is  fighting  like  thunder 

And  up  to  his  eyes  in  debate, 
And  really  it  isn't  a  wonder 

That  he  rants  at  a  terrible  rate — 
For   a  group    of  young    preachers    (just 
seven) 

Demanded  permission  to  vote 
And  he  wants  them  all  barred  out  of  heaven. 

And  stripped  of  the  clerical  coat. 

Alas  !  for  the  weakness  of  clerics. 

Which    serves    zealous    movements    to 
wreck  ! 
In  spite  of  his  prayers  and  hysterics 

He's  getting  it  right  in  the  neck. 
The  synod  by  methods  decisive 

Rebukes  him,  and  therefore,  thinks  he, 
Since  the  rest  all  are  growing  divisive, 

He's  the  only  surviving  R.  F. 


(9) 


In  elegance  of  dressing 

And  appearance  prespossessing, 

Who  on  earth  could  help  confessing 

That  the  chap  above's  a  paragon  ? 
He's  learned  the  winning  art  of 
Playing  modestly  the  part  of 
Bluff  King  Hal,  who  broke  the  heart  of 

Pretty  Katharine  of  Aragon. 

But  bless  you  !  he's  not  taking 

Any  interest  in  breaking 

Maidens'  hearts,though  they  be  aching — 
No  ;  there  aren't  any  fears  of  him. 

He  has  but  one  ambition, 

Which  is  as  a  politician 

To  com.pel  his  recognition 
By  the  nation — when  it  hears  of  him. 

When  the  civil  war  was  raging 
None  could  keep  him  from  engaging 
In  the  awfullest  rampaging 

Where  the  fray  was  waged  most  heatededly. 
He  slashed  the  rebs  like  pullets, 
Cutting  gashes  in  their  gullets, 
While  the  records  say  that  bullets 

Pierced  him  through  and  through  repeat- 
edly. 


When  the  war  was  over,  then  he 
Rambled  back  to  Allegheny, 
And  he  scored  successes  many 

In  his  office-getting  scrimmages. 
No  opposition  stayed  him, 
County  treasurer  they  made  him, 
With  a  lot  of  clerks  to  aid  him 

Handling  Miss  Columbia's  images. 

Tom  Bayne  once  knocked  him  silly 
(Twasn't  with  a  handy-Billy) 
When  he  wanted,  will  he,  nill  he, 

To  be  presidential  delegate. 
But  yet,  despite  that  Hcking, 
To  the  same  old  claim  he's  sticking. 
And  twill  take  some  pow'rful  kicking 

To  the  rear  his  boom  to  relegate. 

His  talents  now  embellish 

A  hotel  that's  very  swellish. 

And  he  views  with  keenest  relish 
Sundry  "  bood  "  that  keeps  a-bowUng  in. 

In  fact,  he's  such  a  fclever 

Sort  of  Boniface  as  never 

Heretofore  or  wheresoever 
Made  the  shekels  come  a-rolling  in. 


(lo) 


WILLIAM  WITHEROW. 

T3IG,  cheery,  good-natured  William  VVitherow,  mine  host  of  the  Hotel  Du- 
^^  quesnc, — who  does  not  know  him,  and  who  that  knows  him  docs  not 
admire  his  sunny  disposition  and  the  many  other  good  qualities  that  go  to 
make  him  the  deau  ideal  of  an  American  gentleman?  Mr.  Witherow  has 
been  for  years  a  figure  of  prominence  in  Allegheny  County.  He  was  born 
on  November  7,  1843,  and  received  his  education  in  the  Allegheny  public 
schools.  Just  as  he  attained  manhood  the  Civil  War  broke  out.  In  1862 
he  enlisted  in  Company  E.,  123d  Pennsylvania  Volunteers.  He  took  part 
with  his  regiment  in  many  severe  engagements,  among  them  the  second 
battle  of  Bull  Run,  Antietam,  Fredericksburg,  and  both  fights  at  Chancel- 
lorsville.  When  his  time  expired  he  was  honorably  discharged,  but  re- 
enlisted  later  on  in  the  heavy  artillery.  He  was  sent  to  Fort  Delaware,  and 
detailed  there  as  postmaster  until  the  close  of  the  war.  In  1865  he  was  dis- 
charged by  a  general  order,  thus  being  distinguished  with  two  honorable 
discharges. 

For  a  man  with  so  fine  a  war  record  nothing  was  too  good  in  Allegheny 
County,  and  accordingly  Mr.  Witherow  easily  drifted  into  the  field  of  public 
life  and  political  activity.  He  became  a  book-keeper  in  the  U.  S.  Depos- 
itory under  Collector  Thomas  Steele,  and  served  as  a  clerk  in  the  Clerk  of 
Courts'  office  under  W.  H.  McCleary,  and  as  Chief  Clerk  under  Sheriff  Wil- 
liam Hunter.  In  1881  he  was  elected  County  Treasurer.  In  1887  he  took 
charge  of  the  Hotel  Duquesne,  and  by  his  rare  tact  and  administrative  abil- 
ity made  that  establishment  one  of  the  most  admirable  of  its  kind  west  of 
the  Allegheny  mountains.  Mr.  Withe"row's  cares  as  a  host  have  not  caused 
him  to  forsake  politics  absolutely.  In  '88  he  made  a  fight  for  Republican 
National  Delegate  against  a  powerful  combination,  and  was  beaten  by  only 
two  votes.  Few  men  are  happier  than  he  in  the  formation  of  strong  and 
permanent  friendships,  and  few  are  more  generally  respected  and  esteemed. 

(II) 


You  have  heard  about  Paul  the  apostle,  of 
course, 

Who  was  famed  for  his  graceful  and  flu- 
ent discourse, 
In  a  period  long  passed  away  ; 

Now  the  subject  we  sing  of,  though  he,  too, 
is  Paul, 

To  his  prototype  bears  no  resemblance  at 
all. 

And  for  work  apostoHc  decidedly  small 
Inclination  is  known  to  display. 


Verona,  not  Tarsus,  is  where  he  hangs  out, 
There  at  turning  out   tools  with  attention 
devout 
He  keeps  on,  and  the  profits  are  high  ; 
Not  political  tools,  it  is  proper  to  state, 
Notwithstanding      his      having     political 

weight. 
But   the   species  that  workmen  with  ele- 
gance great 
Employ  in  the  trades  that  they  ply. 

Apropos  of  his  being  in  politics  strong, 
We  may  mention  the  fact  that  he's  proud 
to  belong 
To  the  famous  Araericus  club. 


He  was  president  once  of  the  same,  and 

he's  yet 
'Way  up  in  the  stalwart  Repubhcan  set, 
And  to  work  for  the  party  he  doesn't  forget 
When  he's  needed  the  hostiles  to  drub. 

He's  down  upon  Quay — there's  no  doubt 
about  that — 

And  he's  trying  his  utmost  to  paralyze  Matt 
And  to  strengthen  the  cause  of  Dalzell ; 

For  he  thinks  that  the  man  who's  a  sena- 
tor should 

Have  the  brains  and  the  will  for  his  state 
to  do  good. 

Instead  of  being  merely  a  figure  of  wood. 
Such  as  honest  contempt  must  compel. 

To  say  that  he's  handsome  is  needless, for  lo  1 

Our  portrait  the   fact   should  sufficiently 
show 
Though  it  cuts  down  his  noble  phys- 
ique ; 

But  he  is  not  a  target  for  matchmaking 
dames, 

For  he's  married,  and  done  with  premari- 
tal games, 

And  the  satisfied  cut  of  his  visage  proclaims 
That  the  joy  of  his  home  is  unique. 

12) 


HARRY  S.  PAUL. 

''I'^ME  handsome  face  and  athletic  figure  of  Harry  Paul,  the  dashing  young 
-*■  Republican  leader,  are  familiar  to  every  man  about  town  in  the  cities 
of  Pittsburg  and  Allegheny.  Mr.  Paul  shines  as  a  society  man,  as  a  suc- 
cessful man  of  business,  and  as  a  duly  commissioned  officer  in  the  brigade 
of  stalwart  Republicans. 

He  was  born  on  Ross  street,  Pittsburg,  February  13,  1856,  and  was 
educated  at  the  Rirmingham  public  school.  In  1863  his  parents  moved 
across  the  rixer.  Young  Paul  left  school  at  about  the  age  of  14,  to  learn  the 
printing  trade.  After  spending  eighteen  months  at  that  occupation,  he  se- 
cured a  position  at  the  Crescent  Steel  Works,  and  remained  there  for  a 
period  of  eighteen  months,  after  which  he  removed  with  his  family  to 
Verona. 

In  1873  the  Verona  Tool  Works  were  established,  and  Mr.  Paul  was  en- 
gaged as  shipping  clerk.  Two  years  later  he  took  charge  of  the  factory,  and 
coming  to  Pittsburg  assumed  the  management  of  the  city  office.  In  1881 
he  became  one  of  the  firm.  The  Tool  Works  proved  a  profitable  concern, 
and  built  up  for  the  Paul  family  the  large  fortune  which  they  have  for  years 
enjoyed. 

In  1886  Mr.  Paul  was  elected  president  of  the  Americus  Club,  succeed- 
ing Captain  John  A.  Reed.  He  served  in  that  capacity  until  January,  1891, 
winning  golden  opinions  by  his  success  in  maintaining  and  elevating  the 
prestige  of  the  Club,  and  its  potency  as  a  political  force  of  the  best  type. 

Mr.  Paul  resides  in  Oakmont  borough,  and  takes  a  prominent  part  in 
the  management  of  the  borough's  afi'airs.  He  served  eight  years  as  coun- 
cilman and  four  years  as  school  director. 

('3) 


Here's  a  Congressman  new-made 
Who's  a  barrister  by  trade  ; 
On  the  North  Side  he  is  Tommy  Bayne's 
successor. 
Though  not  long  ago  he  came 
From  Tioga,  yet  of  fame 
And  of  influence  immense  he's  the  pos- 
sessor. 


Then  did  Tommy  Bayne  step  down, 

And  his  legislative  crown 
He  consigned  at  a  convention  to  our  hero  ; 

Which  exploit  so  strange  and  bold 

Made  the  people's  blood  run  cold 
Till  the  temperature  thereof  went  down 
to  zero. 


From  Tioga  county  here 

He  transferred  his  worldly  gear. 
Occupying  at  the  time  but  little  compass. 

Little  thought  our  people  then 

That  this  quietest  of  men 
Would    in   pohtics   some   day   stir   up  a 
rumpus. 


How  the  party  hacks  did  swear 
The  "  Old  Lady  "  tore  her  hair  ; 

All  agreed,  Bayne's  legatee  would  be  de- 
feated : 
But  he  proved  that  he  was  game, 
And  succeeded  just  the  same, 

So  that  finally  in  Congress  he  was  seated. 


As  a  lawyer  he  pitched  in 

Notoriety  to  v/in, 
And  thereto,  he  found,  quite  easy  was  the 
journey ; 

For  when  once  he'd  made  a  hit 

He  was  honored  with  a  "sit" 
Acting  locally  as  Uncle  Sam's  attorney. 


Though  his  record's  still  to  make 

Yet  he  seems  so  wide-awake 
And  intent  upon  his  duty  squarely  doing, 

That  with  justice  we  may  say 

Allegheny  folk  to-day 
Needn't   fear  that  yet  their  choice  they 
will  be  ruing. 


(14) 


WILLIAM  A.  STONE. 


IT  ON.  WILLIAM  A.  STONE,  who  represents  the  tvventy-thh-d  district 
^  -*•  (Allegheny  City)  in  the  lower  house  of  Congress,  was  born  in  Delmar 
township,  Tioga  county.  Pa.,  in  April,  1846,  and  received  a  common  school 
education.  When  the  war  broke  out,  he  enlisted  as  a  private  in  Company 
A.,  187th  Pennsylvania  Volunteers,  and  was  subsequently  promoted  to  a 
lieutenancy.  On  his  return  from  the  army  he  resumed  his  studies,  and  in 
1868  graduated  from  a  state  normal  school.  He  then  studied  law  with 
Stephen  S.  Wilson  and  J.  B.  Niles,  in  Tioga  count^^  In  September,  1870, 
he  was  admitted  to  the  bar  and  entered  upon  a  profitable  practice  in  the 
civil  courts. 

Colonel  Stone  has  been  District  Attorney  of  Tioga  county,  and  served 
as  U.  S.  District  Attorney  for  Western  Pennsylvania  under  the  Ha)es,  Gar- 
field, Arthur  and  Cleveland  administrations. 

In  1890,  when  Congressman  Bayne  was  nominated  for  re-election  to 
Congress,  he  requested  the  Convention  to  transfer  the  nomination  to  Colonel 
Stone,  and  the  recommendation  was  adopted.  As  considerable  adverse  crit- 
icism was  aroused  by  this  proceeding,  Colonel  Stone  announced  himself  as 
a  candidate  on  his  own  merits.  New  primaries  were  called  and  a  new  con- 
vention held,  and  the  result  was  that  Colonel  Stone  carried  off  the  palm  of 
victory,  in  the  face  of  spirited  opposition  from  the  friends  of  George  Shiras 
III. 

It  is  too  early  as  yet  to  estimate  Colonel  Stone's  powers  as  a  statesman, 
but  it  may  be  truthfully  said  that  he  gives  evidence,  at  the  outset  of  his  Con- 
gressional career,  of  a  determination  to  serve  his  constituency  with  sedulous 
fidelity. 

(  '5) 


EUSTACE  S.  MORROW. 

Here's  the  counterfeit  presentment  of  a  He's  a  good  deal  of  a  moralist,  and  often 

functionary  bland,  gives  advice 

Who  directs  financial  matters  with  a  quiet,  To  wicked  young  reporters,  who  of  life 

steady  hand  ;  enjoy  the  spice  ; 

He's  the  watch-dog  of  the  treasury,  a  solid  And  he  goes  to  church  on  Sunday  in  a 

touch-me-not,  solemn  broadcloth  coat, 

Just  show  him  a  marauder,  and  he'll   nail  Just  like  the  Village  Blacksmith  in  whose 

him  on  the  spot.  praise  the  poet  wrote. 


Though  mild  of  disposition  and  gentle  in  He   is  not   a   poHtician    in    the   ordinary 

his  ways,  sense. 

Try  to  work  him  with  "inflooence,"  and  Though  he  holds  a  paying  office,  and  his 

you'll  see  his  optics  blaze  ;  grip  on  it's  immense ; 

For  where  many  men  are  crooked  he  can  For  the  people  are  his  backers,  and  deny 

hold  his  head  on  high,  it  if  you  can. 

And  honestly  and  squarely  look  the  public  He  don't  need  to  seek  the  office,  for  the 

in  the  eye.  office  seeks  the  man. 

(i6) 


E.  M.  BIGELOW. 


"  I  am  monarch  of  all  I  survey ; 

My  right  there  is  none  to  dispute  ; 
From  the  Hollow  de  Panther  to  points 
far  away, 
I'm  lord  of  the  fowl  and  the  brute. 

"  An  army  of  vassals  I  own  ; 

I've  a  cinch  on  their  bodies  and  souls. 
Oh,    doesn't    it    make    the    Democracy 
groan 
To  see  'em  march  up  to  the  polls  ? 

"At  a  dollar  and  upwards  a  day  ^ 

My  henchmen  their  leisure  consume  ; 
As  long  as  the  city  comes  down  with  the 
pay, 
The  labor  may  go  up  the  flume. 

"  Like  the  rulers  of  Rome  and  of  Greece, 
I  have  wild  beasts  in  stock  by  the  score, 

(17) 


And  if  taxpayers  choose  to  intrude  on 
my  peace, 
Why,  the  beastlets  will  bathe  in  their 
gore. 

"I'm  a  dandy  on  getting  up  schemes, 
Which  Councils  are  bound  to  support ; 
With  plans  to  spend  money  my  intellect 
teems. 
And  ordinance  making's  my  forte. 

"  Do  the  people  dislike  me  ?     Come  off  ; 
I'm   a  monarch  that    can't   be   flim- 
flammed  ; 
Let  the  taxpayers  kick  and   the  news- 
papers scoff — 
All  I  say  is,  the  public  be — Vander- 
bilted  !" 


<^^:^ 


When  a  man  gets  in  hoc  for  a  deed  homicidal 

And  thinks  that  the  jury  will  likely  convict, 
Nine  times  out  of  ten,  with  a  hope  that's  not  idle, 

He  sends  for  the  gent  whom  above  we  depict. 
For  he  knows  that,  though  caught  in  Jlagrante 
delicto, 

His  chances  are  good  if  he  trusts  to  his  nobs, 
Who  vows  he  can  clear  him,  and  well  knows  the 
trick  to 

Bamboozle  a  jury  with  fireworks  and  sobs. 


At  the  trial  he  proves  that  he  hasn't  been  boast- 
ing, 
He  poses  exactly  as  shown  in  the  cut, 
The  district  attorney  he  treats  to  a  roasting 

And  sets  half  the  witnesses  clean  off  their  nut. 
In  a  speech  he  winds  up  that  makes  every  one 
quiver. 
A  martyr  he  makes  of  the  murderer  pale. 
Who,  instead  of  being  hanged,  is  sent  over  the 
river, 
Or  straight-out  acquittal  with  triumph  can  hail. 


'Tis  a  trait  of  our  hero  that  ducats  won't  tempt  him 
The  commonwealth's  side  with  his  talents  to  aid; 

To  help  prosecutions  no  pow'r  can  pre-empt  him, 
Such  service,  he  thinks,  would  his  honor  de- 
grade. 

(i8 


But   that  doesn't    keep   him   from    scooping   in 
lucre, 

No  slouch  of  an  income  he's  able  to  earn, 
And,  if  only  he's  certain  the  hangman  to  euchre. 

The  box  receipts  don't  give  him  any  concern. 


In  the  past  as  a  statesman  he  made  a  beginning; 

He  helped  the  Republican  party  to  found, 
But  base  politicians  in  time  had  their  inning 

And  ran  their  shenanagin  into  the  ground. 
In  rage  and  disgust  to  the  Mugwumps  he  bolted 

And  ran  independent  for  Congress — but  oh  ! 
There  wasn't  enough  of  the  party  revolted. 

To  save  him  from  eating  a  diet  of  crow. 


For  the  bench   his  admirers  at  intervals  name 
him, 
But  he  sticks  to  the  bar,  where  his  prestige  was 
gained. 
Where  as  "  Glorious  "  the  multitude  first  did  pro- 
claim him, — 
No  wonder  to  leave  it  he's  always  disdained. 
So  onward  he  potters,  a  noteworthy  figure; 
Though  years  may  have  bowed  him  and  silvered 
his  locks. 
They   haven't   diminished   the    shrewdness   and 
vigor 
Whereby  his  competitors  silly  he  knock. 


THOMAS  M.  MARSHALL. 


'yHOMAS  MERCER  MARSHALL,  the  Father  of  the  Allegheny  County 
i  Bar,  as  by  virtue  of  years  and  status  he  may  well  be  styled,  was  born 
in  the  county  of  Londonderry,  Ireland,  November  20,  18 19.  The  family 
emigrated  to  the  United  States  in  1822,  his  father  purchasing  a  tract  of  land 
in  Middlesex  Township,  Butler  County.  In  November,  1826,  Thomas  M. 
Marshall  came  to  Pittsburg  to  reside  with  his  brother,  James  Marshall,  the 
founder  of  the  Farmers'  Deposit  National  Bank.  In  1839  he  became  a 
partner  with  his  brother  James  in  the  wholesale  grocery  business.  Weary- 
ing of  commercial  pursuits  he  entered,  in  1843,  the  law  office  of  Hon. 
Charles  Shaler,  then  Judge  of  the  District  Court.  Here  the  great  fire  of 
April  10,  1845,  found  Mr.  Marshall  a  student. 

In  1846  he  was  admitted  to  the  bar  and  entered  upon  general  practice 
in  partnership  with  Stephen  H.  Geyer,  a  life-long  friend.  His  next  partner 
was  Major  A.  M.  Brown,  and  his  present  partnership  comprises  his  son, 
Thomas  M.  Marshall,  Jr.,  and  A.  M.  Imbrie,  under  the  firm  name  of  Mar- 
shall &  Imbrie. 

Mr.  Marshall's  services  have  been  enlisted  in  almost  every  great  crimi- 
nal trial  that  has  taken  place  in  Western  Pennsylvania  for  the  past  thirty 
years ;  and,  while  he  is  opposed  to  capital  punishment  and  has  never  ac- 
cepted a  retainer  where  there  was  a  prospect  that  human  life  might  be  sac- 
rificed, he  has  tried  more  homicide  cases  than  any  other  lawyer  in  Pennsyl- 
vania.    His  civil  practice  has  been,  almost  equally  extensive. 

Mr.  Marshall  has  never  sought  political  preferment,  although  for  forty 
years  he  was  constantly  before  the  people  as  a  political  speaker,  first  as  an 
anti-slavery  Whig  and  afterwards  as  an  aggressive  Republican.  He  was  a 
member  of  Pittsburg  Councils  from  185 1  to  1856,  and  was  president  of 
Common  Council  during  all  that  period.  The  Republican  nomination  for 
Congress  from  the  Twenty-second  district  was  tendered  him  in  1858,  but  he 
declined  the  honor.  In  May,  1882,  he  went  as  a  delegate  to  the  State 
Convention  to  urge  the  nomination  of  his  nephew.  Major  A.  M.  Brown,  for 
Judge  of  the  Supreme  Court.  Despite  his  protest,  the  convention,  amid 
great  enthusiasm,  nominated  him  for  Congressman-at-large.  On  his  return 
home,  regardless  of  the  importunities  of  his  friends,  he  declined  the  nomi- 
nation, as  no  honor  could  induce  him  to  leave  his  home  and  children. 

(19) 


Our  artist  portrays  in  the  picture  above  Hence,  although   he's  a  man  of  a  well- 

A  poHtical  sharp  of  the  genus  kid-glove,  balanced  mind. 

Who  for  common  ward  hustlers  don't  har-      So  tough  the- perpetual  drain  does  he  find 


bor  much  love, 
Though  such  feeUngs  he's  bound  to  con- 
ceal. 

Preferment  he's  gained,  and  the  cause  of 
the  boon 

Is  because  he's  a  solid  commercial  Mul- 
doon, 

And,  in  this  case,  the  wire-pullers  altered 
their  tune 
In  order  to  do  the  genteel. 


Though  thusly  a  lucrative   "sit"   he  has 
found, 

Well  he  knows  that  the  job  don't  in  pleas- 
ure abound  ; 

For  the  "boys"  rub  it  in  on  him   all  the 
year  round 
And  work  him  for  places  and  cash. 


That,  in  desperate   moments,  he's  often 
inclined 
To   rush    out   and    achieve    something 
rash. 

In  spite  of  these  minor  annoying  details. 
This  casting  of  anchors  and  trimming  of 

sails. 
Which  a  good  man  in  office  once  placed 

never  fails 
To  view  with  alarm  and  disgust. 
This  mild-mannered  gent  never  gets  on 

his  ear. 
But  a  plain  middle  course  he  is  able  to 

steer 
And  still  keep  his  conscience  untroubled 

and  clear. 
For  he  does  the  square  thing  by  his  i 

trust. 


(  20) 


JAMES  S.  McKEAN. 


JAMES  STITT  McKEAN,  Pittsburg's  model  postmaster,  was  born  in 
New  Abbey,  Dumfrieshire,  Scotland,  January  28,  1850.  The  same 
year  his  parents  emigrated  to  the  United  States  and  took  up  their  residence 
at  Newburg,  N.  Y,  In  the  following  year  they  removed  to  Allegheny,  and 
shortly  afterwards  went  to  Chartiers  Creek.  Here  they  resided  until  the 
close  of  the  war,  the  coming  Postmaster  attending  the  district  school  and 
the  Mansfield  Academy.  In  1866  the  family  removed  to  Washington 
County,  settling  at  the  place  now  known  as  Charleroi,  where  Mr.  McKean 
worked  on  his  father's  farm.  In  1876  he  came  to  Pittsburg,  and  with  Mr. 
W.  G.  Dufif  established  the  agricultural  implement  firm  of  Dufi"  &  McKean. 
The  firm  prospered,  and  Mr.  McKean  by  his  geniality  of  disposition  and 
other  admirable  qualities  attached  to  himself  many  valuable  friends,  so  that, 
when  the  time  came  for  the  appointment  of  a  postmaster  by  President 
Harrison,  his  claims  to  the  position  were  urged  by  the  best  people  of  the 
two  cities,  and  the  President  readily  decided  in  his  favor. 

Mr.  McKean  was  commissioned  Postmaster  December  20,  1889,  and 
took  charge  of  the  office  February  i,  1890.  His  predecessor  had  left 
affairs  in  excellent  shape,  but  to  the  business-like  mind  of  Mr.  McKean 
there  was  room  for  doing  still  better,  and  he  set  out  to  make  his  office 
equal,  if  not  superior,  to  any  other  in  the  country  in  every  detail  of  man- 
agement. That  he  has  been  successful  in  this  undertaking  is  attested  by 
the  splendid  service  furnished  and  the  acknowledgments  of  Mr.  McKean's 
efficiency  publicly  volunteered  by  his  superiors. 

(21) 


Here's  the  very  beau  ideal  of  a  theologic  editor, 
Whose  weekly  lucubrations  to  humanity  a  credit 
are; 
United  Presbyterian 
He  is,  and  from  Cimmerian 
Obscurity  poor  sinners  would  redeem; 
All  the  universe  is  shaken  when  he  thunders  con- 
troversially, 
And  well  he  knows  his  thunder  is  of  value  great 
commercially; 
In  proportion  to  his  vigor 
His  subscription  list  grows  bigger. 
And  with  wealth  his  Calvinistic  coffers  teem. 

'Tis  superfluous  to  say  that  he's  Scotch-Irish  by 

nativity ; 
That's  proven  by  his  militant  sectarian  proclivity; 
He  was  quite  a  nimble-handed 
'Prentice  typo  when  he  landed 
In  the  States  and  for  a  footing  cast  around; 
With  a  Philadelphia  printer  his  probation  he  com- 
pleted. 
Then  he  hankered  for  a  pulpit,  and  with  aspira- 
tions heated. 
Buckled  down  to  studies  drastic 
In  a  school  ecclesiastic. 
Where  a  steady  grist  of  pulpiteers  is  ground. 

It  dawned  on  him  at  length  that  his  intention  was 

chimerical, 
Dame   Nature   hadn't   built  him  with  a   turn  for 
functions  clerical; 
And  the  certainty  came  o'er  him 
That  a  triumph  lay  before  him 
If  the  journalistic  quill  he  chose  to  wield. 
Into  journalism,  therefore,  in  the  Buckeye  State 
he  drifted. 


And    his  Presbyterian  voice  in  such  stentorian 
tones  uplifted. 
That  the  world  soon  learned  to  prize  him, 
And  with  wonder  recognize  him 
As  an  editorial  Richmond  in  the  field. 

All  the  small  fry  publications  of  the  Calvinist 

complexion 
Were  absorbed  in  course  of  time  beneath  this 
■  editor's  direction; 
Here  in  Pittsburg  he  combined  them. 
And  their  patrons  came  behind  them, 
Laying  patronage  enormous  at  his  feet. 
In  his  printing  house,  besides,  he  runs  oif  journals 

out  of  number 
For  his  neighbors,  most  of  which  are  sure  provo- 
catives of  slumber; 
Books  and  pamphlets,  too,  he  sets  up — 
And  artistic  matters  gets  up — 
His  equipment  is  undoubtedly  complete. 


With  the  preachers  he's  a  favorite;   in  assemblies 

he  is  prominent, 
And  rarely  fails  in  argument  to  make  himself  pre 
dominant. 
He's  as  jovial  as  they  make  'em, 
And  you'll  very  much  mistake  him 
If  you  think  that  he's  a  zealot  harsh  and  cold 
Ask  the  people  in  Sewickley,  where  for  years  he'i 

been  a  resident. 
And  none  of  them  you'll  find  with  inclination  to 
be  hesitant 
In  voting  him  a  sample 
Of  good  fellowshi]5  as  ample 
As  was  ever  in  newspaperdom  enrolled. 


:s 

1 


(22) 


HUGH   J.   MURDOCH. 


HJ.  MURDOCH,  one  of  the  proprietors  and  business  manager  of  the 
,  United  Presbyterian,  is  a  native  of  Belfast,  Ireland.  Before  leaving 
his  native  land  he  acquired  a  limited  knowledge  of  the  printing  business. 
His  apprenticeship  was  completed  in  the  establishment  of  W.  S.  Young,  in 
Philadelphia,  where  he  had  for  his  fellow-workers  such  distinguished  jour- 
nalists and  printers  as  John  Russell  Young,  of  the  New  York  Herald,  John 
Caison,  of  the  Philadelphia  Ledger,  John  Blakely,  of  the  Philadelphia  Even- 
ing Star,  and  James  M.  and  George  S.  Ferguson,  now  prominent  printers 
and  publishers. 

Mr.  Murdoch  was  subsequently  induced  to  go  to  Westminster  College, 
New  Washington,  Pa.,  with  the  intention  of  studying  for  the  ministry ;  but 
he  was  so  infatuated  with  journalism  that  he  soon  abandoned  his  original 
purpose  and  became  connected  with  the  Westminster  Herald  as  its  pub- 
lisher. Under  his  able  management  this  paper  was  very  successful.  At  a 
later  period  it  was  consolidated  with  the  United  Presbyterian,  and  the  Presby- 
terian Witness,  of  Cincinnati,  was  also  absorbed,  thus  giving  Mr.  Murdoch 
control  of  one  of  the  best  and  most  widely  read  religious  journals  in  the 
country.  At  the  present  time,  in  fact,  the  United  Presbyterian  has  a  larger 
circulation  than  any  other  paper  of  its  class  outside  of  New  York  City. 

The  printing  of  the  paper  is  done  by  Murdoch,  Kerr  &  Co.,  book  and 
job  printers,  who  also  print  the  Christian  Advocate,  Methodist  Recorder, 
Evangelical  Repository,  American  Manufacturer,  Workman,  Labor  Tribune, 
American,  East  End  Bulletin,  and  all  publications  of  the  United  Presbyter- 
ian Board,  besides  carrying  on  an  extensive  job  business. 

Mr.  Murdoch  was  also  at  one  time  associated  with  the  electrotyping  and 
printing  establishment  of  Ferguson  Bros,  in  Philadelphia. 

Hugh  J.  Murdoch  is  still  in  the  prime  of  life,  and  his  proverbial  capacity 
for  hard  work  remains  undiminished.  He  is  active  in  the  Employing  Print- 
ers' Association,  and  in  1886,  when  the  LEADER  Publishing  Company  had 
trouble  with  its  employees,  Mr.  Murdoch  left  his  own  large  business  to  set 
type  for  his  embarrassed  neighbor. 

He  is  highly  esteemed  in  the  United  Presbyterian  Church,  of  which  he 
has  been  a  consistent  member  since  the  union  in  1858.  In  Sewickley, 
where  he  has  resided  for  a  quarter  of  a  century,  he  is  known  as  a  man  of 
undeviating  probity  and  sterling  qualities.  In  business  matters  he  is  shrewd, 
prompt  and  decided,  and  socially  he  is  noted  for  agreeable  manners  and  the 
knack  of  making  and  retaining  staunch  friends. 

Mr.  Murdoch  is  a  valued  member  of  the  Pittsburg  Press  Club,  and 
stands  in  the  highest  esteem  among  the  newspaper  fraternity. 

(23) 


Above  we  show  a  classic  face 

Upon  an  easel  mounted, 
Which,  in  its  tawny-bearded  grace, 

Is  not  to  be  discounted. 
The  straight-out  look  that's  in  those  eyes 

Will  tell  you  in  a  minute 
That  on  his  Nobs  there  are  no  flies, 

And  that  he's  strictly  in  it. 

The  railroad  business  is  his  trade. 

And  Hke  a  book  he  knows  it ; 
He's  learned  the  ropes  in  ev'ry  grade, 

And  in  his  work  he  shows  it. 
For  twice  ten  years  he's  skirmished  round, 

For  passengers  a-gunning. 
And  such  success  his  toil  has  crowned 

That  all  admit  his  cunning. 

A  thriving  road  he  represents ; 

Both  east  and  west  it  branches  ; 
The  river  front  it  ornaments 

And  wants  another  franchise. 


But  that  of  his  is  no  affair — 

Such  matters  don't  concern  him  ; 

From  city  jobs  he's  free  as  air 

And  simply  says,  ''Gol  dern  'em." 

All  sorts  of  catching  tricks  he  tries  ; 

His  bosom  friend's  the  printer  ; 
His  hobby  is  to  advertise 

Excursions  in  midwinter. 
Trainloads  to  Washington  he  hauls 

Through  ice  and  snowdrifts  frightful. 
And  swears,  no  matter  what  befalls. 

That  ev'ry  trip's  delightful. 

He  revels  in  domestic  bliss. 

And,  when  each  day  is  ended, 
He  wouldn't  for  a  fortune  miss 

The  joys  at  home  extended. 
The  youngsters  climb  upon  his  knee 

And  vow  that,  will  he,  nill  he, 
They,  too,  boss  railroad  sharps  will  be, 

And  knock  their  father  silly. 
(24) 


ED.  D.  SMITH. 


ED.  SMITH,  the  genial  and  wide-awake  division  passenger  agent  of  the 
•  B.  &  O.  raihoad,  was  born  on  Third  Avenue,  Pittsburg,  April  ii, 
1852.  He  received  his  education  at  the  pubHc  schools.  At  the  age  of  18 
he  went  to  work  for  the  Pittsburg  &  Connellsville  railroad  as  clerk  in  the 
ticket  department,  and  continued  in  that  capacity  until  1872,  when  the 
P.  &  C.  railroad  was  taken  by  the  B.  &  O.,  the  latter  having  completed  its 
line  from  Connellsville  to  Cumberland. 

After  the  absorption  of  the  P.  &  C.  road,  the  chief  ticket  office  was 
moved  to  Baltimore.  Mr.  Smith  then  went  on  the  civil  engineer  corps, 
performing  in  that  service  the  only  work  ever  done  by  him  outside  of  the 
passenger  business. 

In  1875  ^^  was  appointed  city  ticket  agent  of  the  B.  &  O.  road,  and 
was  afterwards  transferred  to  the  depot.  Four  years  later  he  was  appointed 
division  passenger  agent  of  the  B.  &  O.,  in  charge  of  the  Pittsburg  division 
and  its  branches. 

Mr.  Smith  inaugurated  the  running  of  cheap  popular  excursions  from 
this  city,  on  a  basis  of  i  cent  per  mile,  and  has  kept  up  the  practice  ever 
since.  He  also,  in  1873,  inaugurated  the  custom  of  annually  taking  out  the 
newspaper  men  on  an  excursion,  which  has  since  been  kept  up  by  all  the 
railroads.  Another  idea  originated  by  Mr.  Smith  is  that  of  midwinter  ex- 
cursions to  Washington  and  Baltimore. 

During  Mr.  Smith's  management  the  B.  &  O.  has  handled  more  special 
traveling  parties  than  any  two  roads  in  the  city.  He  has  a  particularly 
happy  knack  of  catching  theatrical  traffic. 

Mr.  Smith  labors  early  and  late  to  make  his  department  of  the  B.  &  O. 
road  a  success,  and  leaves  nothing  undone  to  promote  the  interests  and 
revenues  of  the  company.  He  is  a  prime  favorite  with  the  writers  of 
the  city  press,  and   has  a  host  of  warm  friends  in  all  trades  and  professions. 

He  was  the  first  associate  member  of  the  Pittsburg  Press  club. 

(25) 


u 


V^f'.^^^. 


In  Ireland  the  Shannon  of  rivers  is  king,  He  did  it,  and   lo  !  Hke  enchantment  it 

And  poets  its  praises  melodiously  sing,  seemed, 

Recording  in  verse  that  this  picturesque  Riches  came  to  him   faster  than  ever  he 

stream  dreamed. 

Is  the  Father  of  Waters  in  glory  supreme.  And  the  more  he  produced  and  developed 

and  leased, 

From  the  region  of  fact  no  departure  we  The  more   his  monarchical  greatness  in- 


make. 

When  this  river  belov'd  of  the  Irish  we  take 
As  the  prototype  fitting  in  name  and  re- 
nown 
Of  an  oil-king  in  Pittsburg  whose  wealth 
is  his  crown. 

With  thoroughbred  Yankees  our  subject 

is  classed  ; 
In  the  county  of  Clarion  his  boyhood  he 

passed. 
Till,  when  yet  but  a  youth  of  sixteen,  he 

took  flight 
From  collegiate  shades  for  the  Union  to 

fisfht. 


creased. 

While  he  lived  in  the  oil  country,  strong 

was  his  hand 
In  politics  of  the  Republican  brand ; 
He  was  burgess  of  Millerstown  ;  later  the 

mayor 
Of  Bradford,  and  served  with  ability  rare. 

For  Assembly  and  Congress  as  well  he  was 

named, 
But  business  was  stern  and  his  energies 

claimed. 
And  rejecting  the  honors  they  laid  at  his  feet 
He  migrated  to  Pittsburg,  new  rivals  to 

meet. 


'Twas  at  Parker,  one  day,  so  the  records  What  more  does  he  need  to  round  out  his 

recite,  success  ? 

When  the  oil  craze  was  just  about  reach-  Not  a  thing  on  this  earth  that  we  know  of, 

ing  its  height,  unless 

That  the  thought  came  upon  him  in  wells  Shannon's  stream  he  may  covet,  as  part  of 

to  invest,  his  kin. 

And   accumulate  millions  forthwith,  like  But  it's  not  in  the  market,  and  can't  be 

the  rest.  bought  in. 

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I 


p.  M.  SHANNON. 


PHILIP  MARTIN  SHANNON,  distinguished  as  a  leading  spirit  among 
the  independent  oil  producers  of  Pennsylvania,  was  born  at  Shannon- 
dale,  Clarion  County,  Pa.,  September  2,  1846.  He  was  reared  in  his  native 
town,  and  had  just  entered  upon  his  college  course  when,  inspired  by  Presi- 
dent Lincoln's  call  for  troops  to  put  down  the  Rebellion,  he  enlisted,  de- 
ceiving the  enrolling  officer  as  to  his  age,  and  was  assigned  to  Company  C, 
626  Pennsylvania  Volunteer  Infantry,  under  Colonel  Samuel  W.  Black,  of 
Pittsburg.  He  served  in  the  Army  of  the  Potomac  until  the  battle  of 
Gaines'  Mills,  when,  being  disabled  by  a  wound  in  the  right  foot,  he  was 
honorably  discharged  and  returned  home.  On  his  recovery,  he  went  to 
Pittsburg  and  secured  employment  as  a  traveling  salesman. 

In  1870,  Mr.  Shannon  went  into  the  oil  business  at  Parker.  He  was 
one  of  the  pioneers  at  Millerstown,  Butler  County,  operating  largely  in  that 
field  until  the  spring  of  1879,  when  he  went  to  Bradford  and  there  became 
associated  with  the  largest  operators.  The  firm  of  Melvin,  Walker,  Shan- 
non &  Co.,  alone  controlled  10,000  acres  of  territory. 

In  1890,  Mr.  Shannon  moved  to  Pittsburg,  and  was  one  of  the  pioneers 
of  the  Shannopin  oil  field.  He  owns  extensive  and  valuable  property  there, 
and  has  realized  largely  upon  the  investment.  He  is  also  engaged  in  oil 
production  in  Wyoming,  and  is  interested  in  the  development  of  150,000 
acres  of  territory  in  that  State.  In  Forest  County  his  holdings  aggregate 
12,000  acres,  and  he  has  other  leases  scattered  throughout  the  country. 
He  is  prominently  connected  with  the  independent  producers'  movement, 
and  acts  as  one  of  its  managers. 

Mr.  Shannon  was  for  many  years  active  in  Republican  politics.  In 
1874  he  was  elected  burgess  of  Millerstown  and  filled  the  office  acceptably. 
In  1876  he  was  a  candidate  for  the  Legislature,  but  the  Butler  County  ring 
threw  the  vote  of  the  oil  section  out  of  the  Convention,  thus  defeating  him. 
In  1885  he  was  elected  Mayor  of  Bradford.  Shortly  before  his  removal  to 
Pittsburg  he  was  urged  to  run  for  Congress,  but  declined,  and  has  since  re- 
mained out  of  politics. 

Mr.  Shannon  was  married  on  June  18,  1 881,  to  Miss  Hattie  M,  Mcin- 
tosh, of  Bradford.  He  stands  high  in  the  Masonic  order,  having  reached 
the  32d  degree  in  that  fraternity,  and  is  a  past  eminent  commander  of 
Trinity  Commandery  No.  58,  K.  T.  He  is  a  man  of  admirable  social  qual- 
ities, and  has  a  host  of  friends  in  all  parts  of  the  State. 

(27) 


Rotund  and  fair 

With  scanty  hair 
And  eyes  that  gleam  expressively  ; 

In  manner  blunt 

For  'tis  his  wont 
When  bluffed,  to  act  aggressively. 

Precise,  exact. 

And  full  of  tact. 
He's  just  the  business  sharp  he  looks  ; 

The  man  we  mean. 

It's  easy  seen, 
Is  he  who  keeps  the  county's  books' 


When  hand  in  hand 

The  pow'rful  band?! 
Of  county  servants  made  a  break 

For  pay  immense. 

On  no  pretense 
Would  he  be  classed  as  on  the  make. 

The  job  he  fought ; 

Officials  ought. 
He  held,  unHke  viscounts  and  dukes, 

To  peg  away 

On  modest  pay 
Like  him  who  keeps  the  county's  books. 


From  youth  he's  been 

Through  thick  and  thin 
In  business  plunged  untiringly, 

Upon  his  ways 

The  public  gaze 
Has  long  been  fixed  admiringly. 

In  Semple's  store 

And  Home's  he  bore 
The  name  of  one  who  never  brooks 

A  crooked  deal ; 

He's  true  as  steel, 
This  man  who  keeps  the  county's  books. 


(28 


Perchance  'twill  be 

The  case  that  he 
Will  meet  with  base  ingratitude. 

That  thus,  in  fact. 

Republics  act 
In  somewhat  of  a  platitude. 

But  this  we  know 

Will  be  a  go. 
If  e'er  reform  gets  in  its  hooks, 

That,  first  of  all. 

Reward  will  fall 
On  him  who  keeps  the  county's  books. 

) 


JAMES.  A.  GRIER. 


JAMES  A.  GRIER,  the  efficient  Controller  of  Allegheny  county,  was 
born  in  the  Fourth  ward,  Allegheny,  February  i6,  1849.  He  received 
his  education  at  the  public  schools,  which  he  attended  for  eight  years.  In 
1863,  at  the  age  of  14,  he  entered  William  Semple's  store  in  Allegheny  as 
errand  boy,  and  in  the  following  year  he  went  to  C.  Yeager's  establishment 
as  a  salesman.  After  an  experience  of  four  years  in  that  capacity,  he  went 
to  Joseph  Home  &  Co.'s  wholesale  house  as  salesman,  and  remained  there 
during  the  years  1868-9.  I"  1870  he  began  business  for  himself  in  the  re- 
tail furnishing  line  on  Penn  Avenue,  and  he  was  thus  occupied  for  10  years. 

In  1882,  after  a  brief  venture  in  the  coal  business,  Mr.  Grier  became  assist- 
ant chief  clerk  in  the  County  Controller's  office.  In  the  fall  of  1890  he  was 
elected  to  the  Controllership,  and  on  assuming  office  speedily  signalized 
himself  by  undertaking  to  give  the  people  a  clean,  economical,  business-like 
administration.  With  this  end  in  view  he  repeatedly  went  into  court  for 
authority  to  dispense  with  superfluous  employees  and  sources  of  expendi- 
ture, and  his  opposition  to  the  county  salary  grab  is  still  fresh  in  the  public 
memory. 

Controller  Grier's  reform  methods  have  lost  him  the  favor  of  pro- 
fessional politicians,  but  he  has  gained  the  good-will  and  cordial  en- 
dorsement of  the  people,  and  his  blameless  official  career  is  a  sure  passport 
to  popular  favor  in  the  event  of  his  again  seeking  recognition  at  the  polls. 

(29) 


Sing  hey,  sing  ho 
For  the  days  of  long  ago, 
When  a  plentitude  of  blood  was  on  the 
moon, 
And  the  boys  that  wore  the  blue 
Went  and  whipped  the  rebel  crew 
For  the  sake  of  giving  freedom  to  the  coon. 
Then  the  chap  above  exhibited — a  printer 
he  by  trade — 
Laid  his  typographic  implements  away. 
And  the  call  for  Union  fighters  with  alac- 
rity obeyed. 
And  went  marching  off  in  regimentals 


Through  thick  and  through  thin 
He  bravely  waded  in 
And  rebel  blood  in  cataracts  he  shed ; 
So  ferocious  was  his  wrath 
That  he  cut  an  awful  swath 
And  sent  hundreds  to  a  sanguinary  bed. 
Then   home    he  came   exultant  and  was 
clapped  upon  the  back 
For  the  way  that  he  the  enemy  had  slain. 
And  once  more  he  settled  down  upon  the 
old  familiar  tack. 
Setting  type  in  that  discarded  "  stick  " 
again. 

(30 


Each  "  take  "  that  he  took 
From  off  the  copy  hook 
He  mangled,  just  to  keep  himself  in  trim, 
And  whene'er  his  blood  got  warm 
He'd  go  off  and  "  pi  a  form," 
Fighting  tactics  were  a  habit  still  with  him. 
Later  on  he  tackled  politics  and  struck  a 
paying  "sit" 
In  the  treasury,  and  froze  to  it,  you  bet ; 
For  he  wouldn't  have  been  ousted  and  he 
never  would  have  quit 
If  he  hadn't  got  a  snap  that's  softer  yet. 

As  it  was,  the  G.  A.  R. 
Helped  along  his  lucky  star. 
He  got  in  among  the  presidential  pets 
And  a  whopping  prize  he  drew — 
Not  a  blessed  thing  to  do 
But  to  pay  their  monthly  stipend  to  the 

vets. 
He  won't  wear  a  bogus  title  like  some 
other  men  of  rank  ; 
He  is  courteous  and  makes  every  man 
his  friend. 
And    for    commonplace   vicissitudes    he 
doesn't  care  a  blank, 
For  his  comrades  will  stick  by  him  to 
the  end. 
) 


H.  H.  BENGOUGH. 


HERBERT  H.,  better  known  as  "Harry,"  Bengough,  was  born  in  Pitts- 
burg June  15,  1845,  o^  English  parentage.  He  was  left  an  orphan  at 
the  age  of  four  years,  and  was  adopted  by  Captain  William  Burns,  of  Mt. 
Oliver,  Lower  St.  Clair  Township.  He  attended  the  common  school  at  Mt. 
Oliver,  and  for  one  season  was  a  pupil  of  the  late  Prof.  Andrew  Burtt,  who, 
as  the  warm  personal  friend  of  the  youth's  parents,  assumed  the  responsi- 
bility of  acting  as  his  guardian.  To  Prof.  Burtt's  interest  in  his  welfare  Mr. 
Bengough  attributes  much  of  his  success  in  life. 

In  the  fall  of  1858,  Mr.  Bengough  entered  the  office  of  the  Pittsburg 
Gazette,  and  he  was  a  printer  on  that  paper  when  the  Civil  War  began. 

On  September  11,  1861,  before  reaching  the  age  of  17,  he  enlisted 
as  a  private  in  Co.  K,  78th  P.  V.,  and  went  with  his  regiment  to  the 
front  in  General  James  S.  Negley's  division.  This  command  was  ordered 
south  via  Louisville,  and  from  the  day  of  its  advance  towards  Nashville 
until  the  fall  of  Atlanta,  was  engaged  in  all  the  brilliant  achievements  of  the 
Fourteenth  Army  Corps,  commanded  by  General  Thomas.  The  three  years' 
term  of  Mr.  Bengough's  regiment  expired  at  the  time  of  the  capture  of 
Atlanta,  and  his  regiment  was  mustered  out  at  Kittanning  on  October  12, 
1864.  During  the  entire  three  years  Mr.  Bengough  was  never  once  absent 
from  active  service,  and,  considering  the  dangers  which  his  regiment  went 
through,  he  was  fortunate  in  escaping  with  two  slight  flesh-wounds. 

Returning  home,  he  regarded  his  soldiering  as  ended,  and  entered  upon 
a  course  at  the  Iron  City  College.  But  excitement  was  at  its  height  in  the 
spring  of  1865,  and  he  could  not  resist  the  temptation  to  re-enlist  along  with 
some  of  his  old  comrades.  He  helped  to  organize  Co.  K,  104th  P.  V.,  and 
became  its  orderly  sergeant.  The  company  reported  at  Norfolk,  Va.,  but 
was  mustered  out  soon  afterwards,  as  the  war  was  brought  to  a  close. 

Mr.  Bengough  looked  after  the  interests  of  his  foster-father  until  1869, 
when  he  returned  to  the  printer's  case.  In  1874,  at  the  request  of  his  old 
commander,  General  Negley,  he  accepted  a  clerical  position  in  Washington, 
but  found  it  uncongenial,  and  returned  to  Pittsburg  in  the  following  year. 

In  1882  he  became  a  clerk  under  R.  D.  Layton,  then  General  Secretary 
of  the  K.  of  L.,  and  in  the  following  year  he  entered  City  Treasurer  Dennis - 
ton's  office,  and  was  by  him  appointed  vehicle  officer.  During  his  service 
in  the  treasury  he  handled  millions  of  dollars,  absolute  faith  being  reposed 
in  his  integrity. 

On  November  17,  1890,  Mr.  Bengough  was  appointed  U.  S.  Pension 
Agent  by  President  Harrison,  over  the  heads  of  many  influential  contestants. 
The  unanimous  support  of  his  comrades  in  Western  Pennsylvania  contrib- 
uted chiefly  to  this  result.  Since  his  appointment  the  business  of  the  pen- 
sion office  has  greatly  expanded,  but  Mr.  Bengough  has  proved  equal  to  all 
demands  upon  him,  and  his  administration  has  been  in  line  with  the  record 
of  prudence,  honesty  and  strict  regard  for  duty  which  has  marked  his  whole 
lifetime. 

(3O 


What  should  a  doctor  foster? 
Should  he  pose  as  an  exhauster 
Of  the  deepest  learned  lore? 
Should  he  potter  through  the  mazes 
Of  queer  eccentric  phrases 

And  o'er  heavy  volumes  pore? 
Work  in  pathologic  highways 
And  in  anatomic  byways, 
Tackle  hygiene  and  such? 
No,    not  much,    much,  much,   much,  much, 

much,  much, 
Should  a  doctor  thus  employ  himself?     Not 
much. 


Of  the  tribe  we  show  a  sample 
Fully  qualified  to  trample 

On  ideas  long  played  out. 
Though  professionally  prudent 
And  a  very  zealous  student 

In  his  college  days,  no  doubt. 
Yet  no  midnight  oil  he  uses. 
Nor  his  leisure  moments  loses. 

Over  works  that  are  abstruse. 
W^hat's  the  use,  use,  use,  use,  use,  use,  use? 
Of  researches  scientific  what's  the  use? 


When  prescriptions  he's  not  writing, 
Or  the  formulas  reciting 

Which  physicians  all  get  ofl'. 
He  enjoys  emancipation 
And  the  signs  of  his  vocation 

He  is  mighty  glad  to  doff. 


Then  he  joins  the  hustlers  gallant. 
Who  by  dint  of  special  talent 
On  the  reins  of  statesmanship 
Have   a   grip,   grip,    grip,   grip,  grip,   grip, 

grip; 
\  es,  he,  too,  would  like  to  have  a  solid  grip. 

'Twould  be  difficult  to  mention 
A  Republican  convention 

In  the  county  that  he  fails 
To  attend;  because  he  labors 
Out  at  Crafton  'mid  his  neighbors 

And  in  politics  prevails. 
Some  for  Congressman  suggest  him. 
And  'tis  doubtful  who  could  best  him 
If  he'd  only  make  the  race; 
That's  the  case,  case,  case,  case,  case,  case, 

case; 
Yes,  in  district  Twenty-four  it  is  the  case. 


From  these  data  'tis  apparent 
That  those  medicos  who  daren't 

Make  in  politics  a  fuss. 
Lest  their  dignity  might  suffer, 
Hover  near  the  genus  duft'er. 

That's  the  way  it  looks  to  us; 
For  if  trade  must  always  claim  'em 
How  can  anybody  name  'em 
For  a  legislative  job? 
There's  the  rub,  rub,  rub,  rub,  rub,  rub,  rub, 
Yes,  ye  stiff  and  starchy  doctors,  there's  the 
rub. 


(32  ) 


D.  G.  FOSTER,  M.  D. 


DAVID  GILMORE  FOSTER  was  born  at  Rossview,  Scott  township,  in 
1849.  f^^  received  his  early  education  in  the  common  schools,  and 
at  the  age  of  18  went  to  Wooster  College,  Ohio,  where  he  graduated  three 
years  later.  In  1869  he  went  to  Jefferson  Medical  College,  Philadelphia, 
and  from  that  institution  he  graduated  on  completion  of  the  usual  course. 
Returning  to  his  home  near  Crafton,  he  began  the  practice  of  medicine, 
which  he  has  since  carried  on  steadily  and  successfully  in  that  locality. 

Dr.  Foster  takes  a  keen  interest  in  politics  on  the  Republican  side,  and 
regularly  attends  County  Conventions  as  a  delegate.  When  President 
Harrison  was  nominated,  he  was  an  alternate  to  the  National  Convention. 
He  is  Major  in  the  Fourteenth  Regiment,  and  attends  every  encampment. 
His  name  has  been  mentioned  for  Congress  in  the  Twenty-fourth  district, 
and  in  view  of  his  great  personal  popularity  and  the  services  which  he  has 
rendered  the  party,  there  is  no  doubt  but  that  in  the  event  of  his  nomina- 
tion, he  would  be  an  easy  winner. 

He  is  a  whole-souled,  liberal-minded  man,  quick  to  sacrifice  his  own 
convenience  for  the  benefit  of  others,  whether  in  the  practice  of  his  pro- 
fession or  in  the  pursuit  of  politics.  Hence  there  is  none  among  the  medi- 
cal practitioners  of  Allegheny  County  who  is  more  generally  respected  and 
admired. 

(33) 


This  pretty  fellow  with  features  symmetri-  Business   may   lag,   but    he'll   never   lay 

cal,  down, 

Flies  a  high  kite  in  the  business  theat-  Whoops    'er   up  lively  and   catches   the 

rical ;  town. 

Bosses  a  play-house  where  every  one  goes 

And   rakes  in  the  shekels,  as  every  one  Handsome  he  is— he's  what  you   might 

knows.  call  a  man, 

Dresses  in  costlier  raiment  than  Solomon. 

Among    royal    fellows    he's    always    the      „,.  ,    ,  .     ^  .  r^^r  ,       ,        ■,        i  i  • 

With  his  Pnnce-of-Wales  beard  and  his 

'  Frenchy  mustache, 

Sticks   to   his    friends   in   a  manner  the      ^^  ,      ,    ,     .     .^  , 

How  can  he  help  it,  if  hearts   he  must 
loyalest ; 

In  the  reg'lar  profession  he  hasn't  a  foe. 

From   the  star  at  the  top  to  the  super 

Seeking  his  smile  is  the  next  thing  to  jail- 
Rivals  he  has  and  don't  care  a  cuss  for  able ; 

'em.  But  if  it's  to  relish  good  acting  you  seek, 

Says  if  they  kick,  it's  only  the  worse  for      He'll  welcome  you  all  every  day  in  the 
'em.  week. 

(34) 


smash? 
Maidens,   beware,    for    he    is   not   avail- 
able, 


R.  M.  GULICK. 


RM.  GULICK,  manager  of  the  Bijou  Theatre,  was  born  in  Brooklyn,  N. 
.     Y.,  August    15,  1854.      His  father  is  of  Scotch   and   Irish  extraction, 
and  is  now  a  retired  tea  merchant  in  New  York  City. 

It  was  the  desire  of  Mr.  Gulick's  parents  that  he  should  follow  in  his 
father's  footsteps,  but  his  tastes  led  him  into  other  fields.  Having  located 
in  Pittsburg,  he  perceived,  with  sagacious  foresight,  an  opening  in  the  the- 
atrical business  for  a  man  of  energy,  enterprise  and  executive  ability.  Ac- 
cordingly, in  1886,  he  acquired  an  interest  in  the  new  and  popular  Bijou 
Theatre,  which  has  since  crowned  his  hopes  with  fulfiment  by  becoming 
one  of  the  best  paying  houses  in  America.  For  a  while  it  was  a  hard 
struggle,  but  perseverance  and  strict  application  on  the  part  of  Mr.  Gulick 
led  up  to  merited  success.  To-day,  though  a  young  man,  Mr.  Gulick  is  re- 
cognized as  among  the  most  conspicuous  factors  in  the  nurture  of  the  drama 
in  this  country.  The  firm  of  R.  M.  GuHck  &  Co.  has,  in  fact,  established  a 
perpetual  claim  on  the  gratitude  of  the  people  of  Pittsburg  by  making  this 
city  a  center  of  attraction  to  the  best  dramatic  talent  of  the  world.  Among 
the  stars  and  organizations  brought  here  by  them  may  be  mentioned  :  the 
divine  Patti ;  the  great  New  York  Casino  success,  "  Erminie,"  with  Francis 
Wilson ;  Pauline  Hall ;  Marie  Jansen ;  the  noted  English  artists,  Mr.  and 
Mrs  Kendal;  Francis  Wilson  in  his  charming  comic  opera,  "The  Merry 
Monarch;"  De  Wolf  Hopper  in  "Castles  in  the  Air"  and  "Wang;"  the 
queenly  Lillian  Russell  in  the  Garden  Theatre  success,  "La  Cigale,"  with  its 
magnificent  scenery  and  costumes  and  other  elaborate  features  in  original 
detail.  This  engagement  was  one  of  the  crowning  society  events  of  the 
season  of  189 1. 

The  name  of  R.  M.  Gulick  &  Co.  has  become  a  synonym  for  honesty 
and  integrity,  the  business  transactions  of  the  firm  being  conducted  on  the 
bed-rock  basis  of  square  dealing. 

While  there  are,  of  course,  fluctuations  in  the  artistic  worth  of  attrac- 
tions produced  at  the  Bijou,  public  opinion  never  changes  in  its  apprecia- 
tion of  the  pure  and  elevated  tone  of  the  entertainments  seen  at  this  pros- 
perous temple  of  Thespis. 

Personally  "Dick"  Gulick,  as  he  is  known  to  his  friends,  is  one  of  the 
most  popular  men  of  his  calling.  He  is  tall  and  distinguished-looking;  the 
pink  of  affability  and  refinement ;  in  short,  in  all  respects,  a  true  type  of 
the  cultured  American  gentleman. 

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There  is  not,  we  should  judge,  an  Ameri- 
can resident 

Here,  but  has  heard  of  the  man 
Who  declared  he  would  rather  be  right 
than  be  President ; 

Such  of  his  life  was  the  plan. 
Now  without  any  bother 
You'll  find  such  another 

Good  soul,  of  unselfishness  bright, 
Who  without  entertaining 
Ambition,  or  training 

For  office,  is  glad  to  be  (W)  right. 


In  '  76,  when  the  west  he  grew  weary  of, 

Hitherward  gaily  he  came. 
And  though  lathing's  a  trade  that  before 

he  was  leary  of, 
That's  what  he  tried,  just  the  same. 

Not  a  jobber  or  master 

Could  lath  any  faster 
Than  he — 'twas  an  elegant  sight 

When  he  worked ;  yet  he  quit  it 

When  once  more  admitted 
To  serve  at  the  bar — was  he  (W) right? 


In   the    days   antedating   his    manhood's 
maturity 
Lathing  he  learned  as  a  trade, 
But  a  lather,  you  see,  is  condemned  to 
obscurity. 
Totally  left  in  the  shade. 

So  from  Syracuse,  where  he 
Was  reared,  to  the  prairie 
He  skipped  by  the  moon's  misty  Ught ; 
And  he  soon  made  his  way  in 
And  ran  a  cafe  in 
Chicago,  wherein  he  was  (W) right. 


That's  a  question,  the  answer  to  which  is 

affirmative 
Since  a  success  he  has  been  ; 
And  it's  lucky  he  has  not  himself  made  a 

hermit  of, 
Seeing  the  cash  that  rolls  in. 

He's  big,  fat  and  healthy, 

Enormously  wealthy, 
And  'twould  be  of  folly  the  height 

To  assume  the  position 

That  WiUiam's  condition 
In  life  doesn't  prove  that  he's  (W)  right. 


(36) 


WILLIAM  J.  WRIGHT. 

TN  his  particular  walk  of  life,  William  J.  Wright  is  as  well  and  as  favorably 
^  known,  perhaps,  as  any  other  citizen  of  Allegheny  County.  He  was 
born  at  Syracuse,  N.  Y.,  in  August,  185 1,  and  attended  the  common  and 
parochial  schools  until  the  age  of  14.  On  leaving  school,  he  learned  the 
trade  of  lathing,  but  never  followed  it,  other  pursuits  presenting  a  more 
congenial  aspect.  At  the  age  of  19  he  left  Syracuse  and  went  to  Chicago, 
where  he  managed  a  cafe  for  three  years.  In  1876  he  came  to  Pittsburg 
and  went  to  work  at  his  trade.  He  was  considered  the  fastest  lather  that 
Pittsburg  had  seen  up  to  that  time. 

Subsequently  he  re-entered  the  liquor  business,  opening  up  a  hand- 
somely appointed  establishment  at  Nos.  2  and  4  McMaster's  Way.  He  has 
remained  in  that  location,  and  the  house  has  become  noted  as  headquarters 
for  the  best  whisky  in  Pittsburg.  Mr.  Wright  keeps  his  whisky  till  it  at- 
tains a  ripe  old  age  before  serving  it  to  his  patrons,  and  handles  only  supe- 
rior brands. 

He  is  Secretary  and  Treasurer  of  the  Virginia  &  Pittsburg  Coal  and 
Coke  Company,  and  has  other  valuable  interests,  making  him  independ- 
ently wealthy.      He  lives  in  good  style   in  the   East  End. 

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A  federal  officeholder  this  ; 

Not  one  of  those  who  place  obtain 
Through  eagerness  for  sordid  gain, 

And  are  in  moral  sense  remiss, 
Like  some  that  we  might  name. 

Not  he  ;  for,  blest  with  riches  great, 
'Tis  but  for  glory  that  he  bears 
The  burden  of  official  cares. 

And  honestly  to  serve  the  state 
Has  always  been  his  aim. 

Like  him  we  sang  of  yesterday. 
Financially  a  masterstroke 
He  made  by  selling  coal  and  coke, 

And  fast  to  fortime  pushed  his  way 
By  dint  of  steady  toil. 

Monongahela's  valley  holds 

His  mines ;  a  townlet  there  he  made, 
Which    bears    his    name,    by    him 
swayed. 

And  mammoth  interests  enfolds 
For  him  who  owns  the  soil. 

An  orator  he  is,  and  oft 
His  gift  of  rhetoric  applies 
To  help  the  G.  O.  P.  to  rise 

From  out  the  depths  and  soar  aloft 
Defiant  of  the  foe. 


Paternity  the  party  owes 

To  him  and  other  braves  who  met 
In  our  old  hall — the  Lafayette, 

And  waked  the  country  from  a  doze 
Nigh  forty  years  ago. 

A  legislative  seat  he  held 
In  '88,  and,  sad  to  say, 
He  nominated  Matthew  Quay 

For  Senator,  thereto  impelled 
Erroneously,  of  course. 

Then,  after  Benny  took  his  place 

As  President,  through  Matt's  support, 
Our  man  was  chosen  of  this  port 

Collector — so,  you  see,  the  case 
Was  one  of  horse  and  horse. 

is      To  prohibition  he  inclines  ; 

Twas  he  that  introduced  the  bill 
Forbidding  men  to  make  or  swill 

Beer,  whiskey,  rum,  or  even  wines — 
That  notion's  now  non  est. 

He  lives  at  Beaver,  and  so  well 
Do  people  know  his  upright  ways 
And  model  life  in  every  phase 

That  of  his  virtues  oft  they  tell 
With  ardor  unrepressed. 

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JOHN  F.  DRAVO. 


HON.  JOHN  F.  DRAVO,  a  prominent  factor  in  the  coal  and  coke  inter- 
ests of  Pittsburg,  was  born  at  West  Newton,  Westmoreland  County, 
October  29,  18 19.  He  is  the  grandson  of  Anthony  Dreveau,  a  florist,  who 
came  to  this  country  as  a  follower  of  the  Marquis  De  Lussiere  in  1794,  and 
became  the  pioneer  horticulturist  in  Pittsburg.  Michael  Dravo,  Anthony's 
eldest  son,  and  the  father  of  the  subject  of  this  sketch,  is  still  living  with 
his  daughter,  Mrs.  J.  D.  Long,  at  Oakland. 

John  Fleming  Dravo  was  brought  up  in  Allegheny  County.  He  re- 
ceived his  early  education  at  the  public  schools,  and  studied  at  Allegheny 
College  for  two  years,  when  failing  health  compelled  him  to  abandon  the 
course.  He  was  about  17  years  old  when  he  came  to  Pittsburg,  and  was 
just  entering  manhood  when  he  moved  to  McKeesport  to  engage  in  the 
business  of  mining  and  shipping  coal,  in  which  he  acquired  prominence  and 
fortune.  He  planned  and  founded  the  town  of  Dravosburg,  on  the  Monon- 
gahela  River. 

In  1868  he  disposed  of  his  extensive  coal  interests  and  engaged  in  the 
manufacture  of  coke,  establishing  large  plants  at  Connellsville,  and  organiz- 
ing the  Pittsburg  Gas,  Coal  and  Coke  Company,  of  which  he  became  Gen- 
eral Manager  and  Treasurer,  and  afterwards  executive  head. 

From  i860  till  1870  he  was  President  of  the  Coal  Exchange,  and  in 
1884  he  succeeded  the  late  General  J.  K.  Moorhead  as  President  of  the 
Chamber  of  Commerce.  He  has  labored  for  years  to  secure  the  improve- 
ment of  the  Ohio  and  Monongahela  Rivers. 

Captain  Dravo's  early  political  efforts  were  made  in  the  Abolitionist 
cause.  He  was  one  of  the  organizers  of  the  first  Republican  Convention, 
which  met  at  Lafayette  Hall,  Pittsburg,  February  22,  1854,  and  when  the 
party  took  the  field  in  1856  he  became  one  of  its  leaders.  He  possesses 
splendid  oratorical  powers,  and  has  delivered  many  notable  speeches  on 
finance  and  the  tariff.  Two  addresses  delivered  by  him  on  the  death  of 
Grant  are  among  the  classics  of  latter-day  oratory. 

In  1886  Captain  Dravo  was  induced  to  go  to  the  Legislature  from 
Beaver  County.  It  was  he  that  introduced  the  famous  prohibition  amend- 
ment, and  he  also  had  the  distinction  of  nominating  M.  S.  Quay  for  the 
U.  S.  Senate. 

President  Garfield  appointed  Captain  Dravo  Collector  of  the  Port  in 
1 88 1,  and  he  filled  the  position  with  fidelity  until  after  Cleveland's  election. 
President  Harrison  appointed  him  to  the  same  office  in  deference  to  public 
opinion  in  western  Pennsylvania. 

Captain  Dravo  is  a  director  and  stockholder  in  many  corporations  of 
prominence.  He  is  also  a  Trustee  of  Allegheny  College,  Meadville,  and 
President  of  Beaver  Female  College. 

He  was  married  in  1842  to  Eliza  Jane  Clark,  and  has  completed,  ac- 
cordingly, a  round  half  century  of  wedded  life.  Ten  children  were  born  to 
him,  of  whom  five  are  living. 

(39) 


There's  a  ward  that  sits  up  on  the  top  of 
the  hill, 
And  its  boss  in  our  picture  we  show, 
He  controls  ward  elections  with   singular 
skill 
On  behalf  of  Magee,  Flinn  &  Co. 
For  many  a  year 
He's  helped  to  steer 
The    doings    of    Councils — and    isn't  it 
queer, 

That,  though  privately  straight. 
He  don't  hesitate 
To  wink  at  such  jobs  as  the  ring  may 
dictate  ? 

A  mortgage  is  held  on  the  gavel  he  wields 

By  Billy  and  Chris,  it  is  said. 
And  he's  bound   to  respond  when  these 
two  pull  the  strings, 
Or  else  he'll  be  knocked  on  the  head. 
But  he  does  so  well 
That  Christopher  L. 
United  to  boost  him  with  Johnny  Dalzell : 
For  the  post-office  they 
Made  a  desperate  play 
On  our   hero's  behalf,    but  were  wal- 
loped by  Quay. 

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Quite  oddly  the  man  who  caught  on  to 
the  place 
Is  a  Mason  high  up  in  degree, 
While  the  other,  who  couldn't  catch  up  in 
the  race, 
Is  as  high  up  a  Mason  as  he. 

Their  lodge  is  the  same. 
And  both  of  them  claim 
That  neither  would  fain  put  the  other  to 
shame. 

But  there's  many  a  slip 
'Twixt  the  password  and  grip, 
Which  was  proved  by  the  fight  for  the 
postraastership. 

Now,  though  on  this  office  our  subject  got 
left. 
He  thinks  there  is  hope  for  him  yet, 
For  he  firmly  believes  that  a  man  of  his  heft 
Some  lofty  preferment  should  get. 
But  he  don't  need  to  flop. 
For  Magee  is  on  top 
And  on  mail-handed  Matthew  has  gotten 
the  drop ; 

So  some  day,  per  request. 
He'll  hkely  be  blest 
With  a  chance  to  officially  feather  his  nest, , 

) 


H.  P.  FORD. 

HENRY  P.  FORD,  who  is  best  known  to  the  Pittsburg  public  as  the  pre- 
siding officer  of  Select  Councils,  was  born  at  Hudson,  N.  Y.,  October 
15,  1837.  ^^  's  an  expert  accountant,  and  in  that  capacity  has  been  con- 
nected with  many  of  the  leading  manufacturing  concerns  in  Pittsburg.  In 
1853  he  commenced  his  business  career  as  assistant  clerk  at  W.  S.  Harmer's, 
In  the  following  year  he  became  bookkeeper  for  the  Associated  Firemen's 
Insurance  Company;  and  when  that  concern  wound  up,  he  took  charge  of 
the  books  of  the  Eureka  Insurance  Company,  his  connection  with  which 
continued  until  1861.  He  was  then  engaged  as  bookkeeper  by  Singer, 
Nimick  &  Co.,  with  whom  he  remained  for  ten  years. 

In  1 87 1,  Mr.  Ford  established  the  firm  of  Emerson,  F^ord  &  Co.,  saw 
manufacturers,  at  Beaver  Falls,  his  interest  in  which  continued  until  1876. 
In  February,  1878,  he  was  employed  as  book-keeper  for  the  Crescent  Tube 
Company,  Limited,  and  afterwards  as  Secretary  and  Treasurer  for  the  same 
Company.  In  1881  he  went  to  the  Pennsylvania  Tube  Company  as  book- 
keeper, but  gave  up  his  position  in  May,  1882,  on  account  of  typhoid  pneu- 
monia and  death  in  his  family.  For  three  years,  from  May,  1882,  until 
1885,  he  was  thrown  into  litigation  with  the  firm  of  Ford  &  Lacy.  He  has 
not  been  in  active  business  since. 

In  February,  1881,  Mr.  Ford  became  a  member  of  Councils  from  the 
Eleventh  Ward,  and  has  since  been  regularly  re-elected.  On  April  2,  1888, 
he  succeeded  Mayor  Gourley  as  President  of  Select  Council,  and  at  once 
made  his  mark  as  a  clear-headed  presiding  officer.  He  was  President  of 
the  Young  Men's  Republican  Tariff  Club  in  1891,  and  is  now  Vice-Presi 
dent  of  the  Republican  County  Committee. 

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Who  couldn't  tell  who  this  blooming  old  After  the  war  this  renowned  AUeghenian 

stager  is  ?  Looked  for  a  trade  he  might  turn  an  odd 

Easily  known  the  phiz  of  the  major  is  !  penny  in. 

With  his  Frenchified  beard  and  his  digni-  Idleness  gave  him  a  fit  of  the  blues, 

fied  look  So  he  gave  up  his  time  to  the  selling  of 

On  the  North  side  the  major  is   known  booze 

like  a  book. 


Slick  as  you  please,  no  crook  could  bam- 
boozle him. 

Hebrew?  Why,  cert;  though  he's  not 
from  Jerusalem. 

Germany  shoulders  the  blame  of  his  birth, 

Though  he  swears  that  this  country's  the 
finest  on  earth. 

In  the  Rebellion  he  battled  courageously  ; 
Sabred  the  gray -coated  rebels  rampage- 

ously ; 
Rode  with  the  troopers,  and  made  such  a 

hit 
That  promotion  he  gained  on  the  strength 

of  his  grit. 

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Business  poured  in  till,  with  cruel  asperity, 
License  dispensers  attacked  his  prosperity. 
Knocked  out  his  license  at  retail  to  sell. 
And  threatened  to  stop  his  wholesaling  as 
well. 

Still  he  survives  and  gets  along  swimming- 

Fills  up  the  bottles  for  customers  brim- 

mingly. 
Fattens  himself  on  his  good  lager  beer. 
And  rides  with  the  vets  on  parade  once  a 

year. 


MAX  KLEIN. 


MAJOR  MAX  KLEIN,  the  leading  wholesale  liquor  dealer  in  Allegheny, 
and  as  estimable  a  man  as  ever  tapped  a  barrel  of  Old  Monongahela, 
was  born  in  the  southern  part  of  Rhenish  Bavaria,  January  3,  1843,  and  was 
educated  in  the  common  schools  of  his  native  place.  In  1859  he  came  to 
the  United  States,  and  proceeded  from  New  York  to  Cincinnati,  and  thence, 
six  months  later,  to  Vicksburg,  Miss.,  where  he  remained  until  the  breaking 
out  of  the  war.  He  came  up  the  Mississippi  on  the  steamer  "Emma," 
which  was  the  last  vessel  to  pass  the  blockade.  In  1861  he  went  to  Keokuk, 
la.,  and  in  August  of  the  same  year  enlisted  as  a  private  in  Co.  F,  First  Iowa 
Cavalry.  He  served  until  August,  1863,  and  re-enlisted  in  the  field.  He 
was  honorably  discharged  at  Austirt,  Texas,  while  serving  under  General 
Custer,  having  completed  a  total  term  of  service  amounting  to  five  years  all 
but  five  days. 

After  his  discharge.  Major  Klein  located  at  Keokuk,  la.,  and  remained 
there  two  years,  during  which  time  he  was  married.  He  then  went  to  Cum- 
berland, Md.,  where  he  spent  a  year,  and  in  1870  came  to  Pittsburg.  Since 
that  time  he  has  resided  permanently  in  this  locality,  and  has  built  up  a 
reputation  second  to  none  as  an  honorable  and  enterprising  man  of  business. 

Major  Klein's  establishment  is  located  at  No.  82  Federal  street,  Alle- 
gheny. He  has  a  large  permanent  trade  in  the  two  cities,  and  ships  ex- 
tensively to  the  East,  West  and  South. 

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Old  King  Coal 

Is  a  money-making  soul, 
And  a  money  making  soul  is  he. 

His  principal  vicegerent 

And  most  notable  adherent 
In  the  portraiture  above  you  see. 

In  immensity  of  riches, 

A  consideration  which  is 
Enough  to  make  him  happy  as  a  clam. 

Very  few  come  near  encroaching 

On  his  status  or  approaching 
The  magnificence  of  Captain  Sam. 


Blooded  steeds 

By  the  score  he  breeds, 
He's  a  race  track  patron  famed  ; 

Nor  in  history  or  fable 

Has  the  equal  of  his  stable 
To  the  world  been  yet  proclaimed. 

His  heart  it  fills  with  rapture 

When  he  manages  to  capture 
Racing  trophies  ;  and  with  truth  he  brags 

That  there  isn't  in  creation 

Such  another  aggregation 
As  the  Captain's  peerless  nags. 


Of  collieries  three 
The  proprietor  to  be 

Is  a  blessing  that's  enjoyed  by  few ; 
That's  the  captain's  situation. 
And  the  same  with  admiration 

Poor  humanity  is  wont  to  view. 
Coal  from  near  the  Youghiogheny 
Brings  him  in  a  pretty  penny, 

And   from  coke   he   makes  a  large-sized 
stake  ; 
So  you'll  notice  in  divulging 
That  his  money-bags  are  bulging 

Not  the  semblance  of  an  error  do  we  make. 


A  feature  great 

Of  the  Cap's  estate 
Is  his  recently  acquired  hotel. 

'Tis  the  oldest  in  the  city 

And — this  really  was  a  pity — 
Into  monetary  straits  it  fell. 

But,  though  no  one  would  have  thought 
it. 

In  the  nick  of  time  he  bought  it. 
And  has  placed  it  on  the  old-time  plane  ; 

Its  revival  thus  from  deadness 

Proves  that  cash  and  go-aheadness 
Never  unify  their  pow'r  in  vain. 


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CAPTAIN  S.  S.  BROWN, 


CAPTAIN  "  SAM  "  BROWN,  coal  and  coke  operator,  turf  magnate,  hotel 
proprietor,  and  "citizen  of  the  world,"  as  Goldsmith  has  it,  is  one  of 
the  financial  pillars  of  Western  Pennsylvania.  He  was  born  near  Pittsburg 
in  1844,  and  received  a  thorough  education  at  the  common  schools  and  at 
Washington  and  Jefferson  College.  His  father,  W.  H.  Brown,  established  in 
1847  th^  ^^^^  co^l  ^^^  coke  interests  of  which,  at  his  death  in  1875,  S.  S. 
and  Harry  Brown  became  proprietors  under  the  firm  name  of  W.  H.  Brown's 
Sons.  The  firm  operates  three  extensive  collieries  in  the  Monongahela 
Valley,  turning  out  annually  14,000,000  bushels  of  coal  of  superior  quality, 
and  also  owns  large  coke  interests  at  Dawson,  Pa.  Branch  offices  are  lo- 
cated at  Cincinnati,  Memphis,  Arkansas  City,  Terrene,  Greenville,  Natchez, 
St.  Louis,  and  New  Orleans. 

Captain  S.  S.  Brown  is  a  famous  patron  of  the  turf,  and  owns  a  magni- 
cent  string  of  racers.  He  has  extensive  stables  at  Newport,  Ky.,  and  also 
owns  the  old  Bascombe  racing  track  at  Mobile,  which  he  uses  as  training 
quarters  for  his  horses.  Troubadour,  which  won  the  suburban  handicap, 
was  one  of  his  stud.  He  is  also  the  owner  of  a  small  railroad  in  the  South. 
In  1890,  when  the  Monongahela  House  fell  into  difficulties,  Captain  Brown 
bought  in  the  establishment  and  infused  new  life  into  the  management,  with 
such  excellent  results  as  to  make  it  now  one  of  the  best  paying  hotel  pro- 
perties in  Pittsburg. 

Captain  Brown  owns  a  delightful  country  seat  in  the  mountains  above 
Uniontown.  He  is  a  great  traveler,  spending  the  winter  season  usually  in 
the  Southern  States  or  the  West  Indies;  and  his  immense  fortune  enables  him 
to  take  out  of  life  all  the  tangible  enjoyment  there  is  in  it. 

(45) 


This  is  a  pleader — a  limb  of  the  law ; 
In  a  spoilt  reputation  he'll  heal  any  flaw, 
Be  you  ever  so  wicked,  just  put  up  the 

fees, 
And  he'll  wrestle  with  justice  as  nice  as 

you  please. 

In  his  boyhood  he  valiantly  shouldered  a 
gun, 

And  for  three  weary  years  helped  to  keep 
on  the  run 

The  rebels — confound  'em — and  great 
was  his  glee. 

On  the  day  that  brought  round  the  sur- 
render of  Lee. 

In  pleading  a  case  he'll  try  every  resort, 
He  can  crack  a  broad  smile  or  shed  tears 
by  the  quart ; 


He  is  funny,  pathetic,  or  tragic  at  will, 
And  works  on  a  jury  with  marvelous  skill. 

Cross-examining  is  a  diversion  for  him. 
He  gets  hold  of  a  witness  and  makes  his 

head  swim  : 
Of  the  district  attorney  he's  certain  to 

speak 
As  a  bloodthirsty  miscreant  grinding  the 

weak. 

But  although  he  sticks  up  for  the  crooks 

many  a  time. 
He's  a  square  man  himself,  with  no  liking 

for  crime. 
And  when  death  comes  along  he  need  feel 

no  alarm, 
For  he'll  play  on  a  harp  with  a  wonderful 

charm. 
6) 


CHARLES  F.  McKENNA. 


CHARLES  F.  McKENNA,  Attorney-at-law,  was  born  in  the  Fourth 
Ward,  Pittsburg,  in  1845,  his  parents  being  among  the  early  settlers  of 
the  city.  He  received  his  education  at  the  day  and  night  schools  of  his 
native  ward.  At  the  age  of  14  years,  having  developed  a  strong  predilec- 
tion for  sketching  and  drawing,  he  was  indentured  as  an  apprentice  to  learn 
the  art  of  lithographing  with  William  Schuchman,  in  his  day  the  pioneer  in 
that  business  in  Western  Pennsylvania. 

After  a  service  of  two  years,  Mr.  McKenna  exchanged  the  engraver's 
pencil  for  the  soldier's  musket,  and  in  1862  responded  to  the  call  of  Abra- 
ham Lincoln  for  300.000  more  men  to  defend  the  Union,  He  enlisted  as  a 
private  in  the  155th  Pennsylvania  Veteran  Volunteers,  then  being  recruited 
in  Pittsburg  by  Colonel  E.  Jay  Allen.  In  less  than  ten  days  from  enlist- 
ment the  young  soldier,  who  had  not  yet  completed  his  seventeenth  year, 
stood  reported  to  the  Army  of  the  Potomac  under  General  McClellan,  and 
participated  with  the  newly  recruited  regiment  in  the  forced  marches  of  the 
Maryland  campaign  and  the  victory  at  Antietam.  For  three  long  weary 
years  following,  Mr.  McKenna  took  part  with  his  company  and  regiment  in 
all  the  sanguinary  campaigns  of  the  Army  of  the  Potomac,  under  Generals 
Burnside,  Hooker,  Meade,  and  Grant,  until  the  final  surrender  of  Lee  at 
Appomattox,  in  April,  1865.  Mr.  McKenna  has  ever  since  been  active  in 
Grand  Army  and  Veteran  Legion  work.  In  January,  1892,  he  was  compli- 
mented by  being  chosen  Colonel  of  the  Union  Veteran  Legion,  Encamp- 
ment No.  I,  of  Pittsburg,  an  organization  of  three  years'  veterans,  number- 
ing about  one  thousand  members. 

After  the  war,  Mr.  McKenna  studied  law  in  Pittsburg,  and  was  admitted 
to  the  bar  in  October,  1868.  He  has  ever  since  applied  himself  closely  to 
his  profession,  and  has  acquired  a  very  large  and  lucrative  practice.  He  is 
in  the  prime  of  life  and  energy,  and  notwithstanding  the  professional  de- 
mands upon  him,  has  found  time  for  recreation  in  the  shape  of  several  trips 
to  Europe,  the  benefit  of  which  he  shares  with  his  old  war  comrades,  by 
giving  at  the  camp  fires  and  posts  stereopticon  views  and  descriptive 
lectures. 

Whilst  not  a  politician  in  the  sense  of  becoming  a  delegate  or  active  in 
conventions,  Mr.  McKenna  has  always  been  a  pronounced  Democrat,  and  is 
relied  upon  in  State  and  National  campaigns  to  give  his  party  the  benefit  of 
his  ability  as  a  stump  orator. 

Mr.  McKenna  was  married  in  1872  to  Miss  Virginia  White,  of  Virginia, 
and  for  some  years  has  resided  at  the  Monongahela  House, 

(47) 


We've  seen  many  giants  colossal, 

Old  Chang,  who  from  China  came  o'er, 
O'Brien,  the  museum  fossil, 

Cap.  Bates  and  a  good  many  more. 
But  the  chap  in  the  cut  above  knocks  off 

The  spots  from  the  other  galoots  ; 
He's  seven  feet  high  with  his  socks  off 

And  pretty  near  eight  in  his  boots. 

He's  a  medical  sharp  by  profession, 

And  knows  all  the  tricks  of  the  trade. 
The  science  that's  in  his  possession 

Casts  Galen  &  Co.  in  the  shade. 
It  makes  people  go  into  raptures. 

Such  sweet  diagnoses  he  makes, 
So  that  plenty  of  custom  he  captures 

And  rakes  in  some  elegant  stakes. 

The  political  fever  attacked  him, 
(This  incident's  sad  to  record,) 

Magee  and  the  rest  of  'em  backed  him 
In  a  South  Side  Republican  ward. 

The  people  of  Birmingham  sent  him 


To  Councils  to  strengthen  his  grip, 
But  this  didn't  fully  content  him, 
So  he  asked  for  a  Senatorship. 

"  Not  much,"  said  Magee,  "  you  are  gun- 
ning 

For  a  place  that  you  never  will  get ; 
A  relation  of  mine,  who  is  running, 

Will  knock  the  persimmon,  you  bet." 
Now  the  Doctor  got  riled  at  the  snub- 
bing 

And  flatly  refused  to  withdraw, 
But,  alas  !  he  came  in  for  a  drubbing, 

For  Magee's  simple  dictum  was  law. 

Of  late  he's  been  zealously  fighting 

The  battles  of  Senator  Quay ; 
He  thinks  that  thereby  he  is  righting 

The  wrongs  of  an  earlier  day. 
And  his  hopes  are  so  very  much  greater 

To-day,  that  he's  ready  to  swear 
Up  and  down  that  he'll  occupy  later 

A  State  Senatorial  chair. 
(48) 


DR.  A.  J.  BARCHFELD. 


THE  towering  form  of  Dr.  A.  J,  Barchfeld,  of  the  South  Side,  is  as  well 
known  in  Pittsburg  as  is  that  of  the  "Tall  Sycamore  of  the  Wabash" 
in  the  State  of  Indiana.  But  the  parallel  ends  there.  Dr.  Barchfeld  is  just 
as  uncompromising  a  Republican  as  Voorhees  is  an  uncompromising  Dem- 
ocrat. The  Doctor  is  a  Southsider  "from  the  ground  up."  He  was  born 
in  the  Twenty-ninth  Ward,  then  the  borough  of  Birmingham,  May  i8,  1863. 
After  passing  through  the  common  schools  and  the  Central  High  School, 
he  began  the  study  of  medicine  in  the  office  of  Dr.  E.  A.  Wood.  In  March, 
1884,  he  graduated  from  Jefferson  Medical  College,  Philadelphia,  and  en- 
tered at  once  upon  the  practice  of  his  profession.  In  1886  he  made  his 
debut  in  politics  by  capturing  a  school  directorship.  In  the  following  year 
he  was  elected  to  Councils,  and  was  re-elected  in  1888,  but  he  declined  to 
serve,  having  fixed  his  eye  upon  higher  game  in  the  shape  of  a  seat  in  the 
State  Senate.  He  made  a  sturdy  fight  against  Steele,  who  had  the  Magee 
backing,  but  the  odds  were  against  him,  and  he  was  defeated.  When  the  split 
occurred  between  Quay  and  Magee,  Dr.  Barchfeld  declared  for  Quay,  and  he 
has  since  maintained  his  loyalty  to  the  man  from  Beaver.  In  the  Dalzell- 
Robinson  fight  for  the  presidency  of  the  State  League,  he  was  active  as  a 
Robinson  organizer.  He  is  now  out  a  second  time  for  Senator  Steele's 
place,  and  promises  to  give  his  opponent  a  hard  battle. 

Dr.  Barchfeld  possesses  phenomenal  energy  and  firmness  of  purpose.  He 
is  big,  brainy  and  whole-souled,  and  counts  his  friends  and  admirers  by  the 
thousand. 

(49) 


^VVv 


Behold  a  star 

Of  the  county  bar, 
He  shines  with  radiance  luminous  ; 

He  loves  the  look 

Of  a  statute  book, 
And  his  whiskers  are  voluminous. 

Nerve  and  vanity, 

Christianity, 
Bids  for  applause  which  savor  of  quackery. 

These  you  will  find 

In  his  make-up  combined 
To  suggest   a    creation    of    Dickens    or 
Thackeray. 

He  held  the  fort 

In  the  license  court. 
The  judges  both  gave  ear  to  him. 

That  he  was  there 

To  run  the  affair 
Appeared  to  be  perfectly  clear  to  him. 

Like  a  Vandal, 

Gossip  and  scandal. 
Hearsay  evidence,  bluffing  and  blustering. 

These  did  he  use 

To  put  on  the  screws, 
The  timorous  applicants  rattling  and  flus- 
tering. 

( 


O'er  and  oe'r 

His  rivals  swore 
At  the  court  for  not  rebuking  him  ; 

But  all  in  vain, 

He  still  raised  Cain, 
And  there  wasn't  a  chance  for  juking  him. 

Hard  as  iron. 

Even  a  siren 
Singing  her  magical  song  couldn't  settle 
him ; 

Never  a  hair 

For  abuse  did  he  care. 
And  the  biggest  of  roastings  was  powerless 
to  nettle  him. 

In  politics  he 

The  G.  O.  P. 
Supports,  although  a  cold-waterite. 

The  wrongs  that  booze 

Inflicts  in  slews 
In  '89  he  sought  to  right. 

Tricks  surprising. 

Advertising, 
Manners  dramatic  and  feats  oratorical 

Make  of  this  sinner 

A  many-time  winner. 
And  a  prop  of  the  law  in  a  sense  meta- 
phorical. 

50) 


B.  C.   CHRISTY,  Esq. 


T  TABITUES  of  the  liquor  license  court  have  reason  to  be  familiar  with 
^  -*■  the  heavily-bearded  countenance  of  B.  C.  Christy,  Esq.,  the  war-horse 
of  anti- license  agitation.  Mr.  Christy  has  had  a  checkered  history — the  his- 
tory of  an  individualism  strong  in  native  ability,  courage  and  tenacity.  He 
was  born  September  15,  1842,  and  received  a  good  elementary  and  aca- 
demic education.  At  the  beginning  of  the  Civil  War,  he  was  a  student  at 
Mount  Union  College,  O.,  and  in  1862  he  left  that  institution  to  bear  arms 
for  his  country,  enlisting  for  nine  months  service  in  Company  C,  123d  Penn- 
sylvania Volunteers.  At  the  battle  of  Chancellorsville,  on  May  3,  1863,  he 
was  severely  wounded  in  the  left  groin.  On  his  return  from  the  army  he 
taught  school  in  Forward  township,  and  devoted  his  leisure  hours  to  the 
study  of  law.  In  May,  1865,  he  was  admitted  to  the  bar.  Mr.  Christy 
rapidly  rose  into  prominence,  and  in  addition  to  acquiring  a  lucrative  law 
practice  became  a  figure  of  note  in  the  field  of  politics.  In  1873  he  was 
elected  to  the  Legislature,  and  he  served  in  the  sessions  of  '74,  '75  and  '/6. 
He  was  acting  Speaker  during  the  famous  all-night  session  of  1875,  when 
the  Herdic  boom  bill  was  the  bone  of  contention.  In  recent  years  he  has 
confined  himself  strictly  to  his  legal  practice,  and  he  is  to-day  one  of  the 
most  widely  known  and  influential  practitioners  at  the  bar  of  Allegheny 
County. 

Although  representing  the  "no-license"  element  in  the  license  court, 
Mr.  Christy  is  not  himself  a  crank  on  the  subject  of  temperance.  His  con- 
nection with  the  W.  C.  T.  U.  and  like  organizations  has  been  in  a  purely 
professional  capacity.  In  private  life  he  is  a  model  of  geniality  and  refined 
good-fellowship. 

(50 


Whoever  consorts 

With  the  folks  in  the  courts 
Will  identify  promptly  this  victim, 

Whose  voluminous  chest 

And  big  biceps  suggest 
That  it's  mighty  few  fellows  have  licked 
him. 

Athletics  he  loves, 

And  is  quick  with  the  gloves. 
While  he's  fiery  at  times  as  a  dragon. 

Thus,  at  least  in  the  past. 

By  his  friends  he  was  classed, 
And  about  it  their  tongues   they're  still 
waggin'. 

Though  a  hefty  physique 

Oft  is  known  to  bespeak 
Mental  functions  a  trifle  besotted. 

From  dullness  he's  free. 

For  he  took  his  degree — 
'Twas  at  Notre  Dame  College  he  got  it. 

For  gymnastics  his  thirst 

Placed  him  easily  first : 
Wasn't  that  a  fair  basis  to  brag  on?   • 

Even  now  with  dehght 

His  exploits  he'll  recite  ; 
Yes,  about  them  his  tongue  is  still  waggin'. 

(52 


When  he'd  chosen  a  trade. 

All  the  States  he  surveyed 
From  McKeesport  around  to  Missouri. 

And  on  Pittsburg  he  lit 

As  a  place  where  he'd  hit 
A  soft  snap  with  the  average  jury. 

"  Out  of  lawsuits,"  thought  he, 

"  I'll  pull  many  a  fee  ; 
All  the  better  the  longer  they  drag  on." 

So  it  turned  out,  and  hence 

He  makes  boodle  immense 
By  the  way  that  his  tongue  is  still  waggin'. 


He's  a  Democrat  stout ; 

To  find  one  more  straight-out 
You'd  have  quite  a  large  distance  to  jour- 
ney. 

Many  think  he'd  have  won 

If  he  only  had  run 
Against  Burleigh  for  district  attorney. 

His  partisan  soul 

Rejects  ringsters'  control — 
That's  the  staff  that  he  runs  up  his  flag  on. 

None  are  harder  than  he 

On  the  chums  of  Magee, 
And  about  them  his  tongue  is  still  waggin'. 

) 


WILLIAM   C.   STILLWAGON. 


n^HE  athletic  proportions  of  W.  C.  Stillwagon,  the  attorney  of  Fourth 
^  Avenue,  might  seem  better  adapted  to  the  gymnasium  and  gladiatorial 
arena  than  to  the  dry-as-dust  business  of  law.  Nevertheless,  Mr.  Stillwagon 
is  not  only  loyal  to  his  profession,  but  excels  in  it,  and  commands  a  large 
and  valuable  clientage.  He  is  of  Washington  County  stock,  and  was  born 
at  Claysville  on  July  12,  1852.  After  passing  through  the  Claysville  public 
schools,  he  went  to  the  West  Alexander  Academy,  and  there  prepared  for 
college.  An  initial  collegiate  course  at  St.  Francis'  College,  Loretto,  Pa., 
paved  the  way  for  the  completion  of  his  studies  at  the  College  of  Notre 
Dame,  Ind.,  where  he  graduated  in  1871.  In  October  of  the  same  year  Mr. 
Stillwagon  came  to  Pittsburg,  and  entered  the  law  office  of  Hopkins  & 
Lazear.  In  April,  1874,  he  was  admitted  to  the  bar,  and  has  been  practis- 
ing steadily  ever  since. 

Mr.  Stillwagon  is  a  Democrat  of  the  true  Jefifersonian  stamp,  and  is  a 
consistent  advocate  of  a  belligerent  policy  on  the  part  of  the  Democratic 
minority  in  Allegheny  County,  as  opposed  to  the  doctrine  of  expediency 
enunciated  by  a  time-serving  element  in  the  party.  He  has  been  talked  of 
as  a  candidate  for  district  attorney,  but  has  as  yet  shown  no  signs  of  ambi- 
tion to  hold  office. 

Mr.  Stillwagon  lives  in  Knoxville  borough,  and  is  a  leading  spirit  in  the 
development  of  that  thriving  suburb. 

(53) 


A  fig  forgthe  county  court  judges, 

A  fig  for  the  judges  supreme, 
Of  justice  the  scale  never  budges 
.   For  them  without  trouble  extreme. 
There  is  one  who  can  totally  shame  'em, 

Offenders  regard  him  with  awe, 
And  the  South  Side  is  proud  to  proclaim 
him 

Its  Lord  High  Dispenser  of  Law. 

It  was  not  through  Blackstone  and  Purdon 

Our  subject  shone  forth  as  a  star ; 
He  thought  jurisprudence  a  burden 

And  never  was  called  to  the  bar. 
Instead  of  preparing  for  pleading, 

He  handled  the  plane  and  the  saw 
In  his  youth,  and  that's  why  he's  succeeding 

As  Lord  High  Dispenser  of  Law. 

Then  again  in  achievements  financial 

He  thought  with  the  foremost  he'd  rank, 
And  secured  a  position  substantial 

As  clerk  in  a  popular  bank. 
But  the  bank,  ere  it  long  had  enshrined  him. 

Dropped  right  into  bankruptcy's  maw  ; 
So  instead  of  a  banker  we  find  him 

A  Lord  High  Dispenser  of  Law. 

(54 


'Twas  then  that  an  opening  he  tried  for 

In  politics  upward  to  soar ; 
A  City  Hall  job  he  appUed  for 

And  got  it  from  Sammy  Kilgore. 
And  'twas  not  very  long  till  from  Beaver 

A  squireship  he  managed  to  draw. 
Which  prepared  him  for  working  the  lever 

As  Lord  High  Dispenser  of  Law. 

His  job  is  a  safe  one,  and  therefore, 

He  fears  not  the  finger  of  fate  ; 
No  iron-clad  power  need  he  care  for 

Nor  any  political  slate. 
Yet  he's  always  "in  line"  at  elections. 

And  labors  with  never  a  flaw ; 
Giving  out  at  the  polls  his  directions 

As  Lord  High  Dispenser  of  Law. 

The  thoroughbred  shifdess  pretender 

Judicially  always  he'll  sock  ; 
But  a  good  man  who's  been  on  a  bender 

He'll  readily  keep  out  of  hoc. 
So  if  ever  you  should  be  a  goner. 

Roped  in  on  a  South  Side  hurrah. 
You  will  get  a  square  deal  from  His  Honor, 

The  Lord  High  Dispenser  of  Law. 

) 


CHARLES  E.  SUCCOR 


THE  scales  of  justice  on  the  South  Side  are  nicely  balanced  in  the  hands 
of  Magistrate  Charles  E.  Succop,  who  holds  the  office  of  Police  Judge 
for  that  district.  Judge  Succop  was  born  in  the  Twenty-eighth  Ward,  Pitts- 
burg, in  December,  1855,  He  obtained  his  early  education  at  the  public 
schools,  and  also  attended  the  New  Castle  Academy.  When  he  was  13 
years  old  his  parents  died.  He  was  then  apprenticed  to  the  carpenter's 
trade,  and  later  on  secured  a  position  as  clerk  in  the  grocery  store  of  Dan- 
iel Brown  on  South  Eighteenth  Street.  After  spending  about  two  years  in 
this  employment,  he  took  a  business  course  at  the  Iron  City  College,  and, 
having  graduated  there,  became  messenger  and  afterwards  teller  of  the 
Union  Savings  and  Deposit  Bank,  of  the  South  Side.  This  bank  suspended 
during  the  panic  of  1873.  In  1874,  Mr.  Succop  was  employed  as  a  clerk 
in  City  Treasurer  Kilgore's  office.  He  resigned  this  position  to  assume  a 
clerkship  in  the  employ  of  Cunningham  &  Co.,  the  glass  manufacturers. 
Subsequently  he  went  into  the  plumbing  and  hardware  business,  and  in 
1885  he  established  himself  in  the  real  estate  and  insurance  business,  which 
he  still  conducts.  On  March  16,  1888,  he  was  appointed  Alderman  by 
Governor  Beaver,  to  succeed  James  Salisbury.  His  administration  of  the 
office  received  an  emphatic  endorsement  from  the  people  at  the  election  in 
1889,  when  he  was  returned  for  a  term  of  five  years  without  opposition. 
In  1890,  Mayor  Gourley  singled  him  out  from  a  host  of  applicants  for  the 
office  of  police  magistrate,  and  his  service  in  that  capacity  has  been  such  as 
to  justify  fully  the  wisdom  of  the  Mayor's  choice. 

Judge   Succop  is  a  steadfast  Repubhcan   in   politics,  and  commands  a 
large  following. 

(55) 


Travelers  at  the  Union  Station 
Looking  for  a  light  collation 

Or  a  solid  meal, 
Run  against  a  figure  stately, 
Supervising  things  sedately, 

Handsome  and  genteel. 

Statesmen,  actors,  foreign  tourists. 
Poets,  painters,  soldiers,  jurists, 

Stars  of  public  life. 
Daily  from  the  trains  alighting 
Seek  his  banquet  hall  inviting. 

There  to  ply  the  knife. 

Clara  Morris,  Blaine  and  Thurman, 
Booth,  Modjeska,  Cleveland,  Sherman, 

Ben  and  Matthew  Stan  ; 
Folks  like  these,  no  outlay  sparing, 
Trust  him  with  the  task  of  caring 

For  their  inner  man. 

Steaks  and  cutlets,  roasts  delicious  ; 
O  ye  gods  and  little  fishes. 

What  a  glorious  spread  ! 
Oysters,  pastry,  prunes  and  catsup, 
In  such  lavish  style  he  sets  up, 

That  they'd  tempt  the  dead. 


Of  old  Ireland  he's  a  native. 
But  he's  long  been  in  a  state  of 

Thorough  Yankeehood. 
In  the  civil  war  no  braver 
Soldier  made  the  rebels  waver  ; 

Fight?  You  bet  he  could. 

As  a  fighter  he  persisted, 
Being  mustered  out,  enlisted 

For  a  second  bout ; 
Proudly  bore  the  Union  pennant, 
And  he  ranked  as  first  lieutenant 

When  the  war  gave  out.- 

Philadelphia's  peaceful,  quiet 
Hostelries  with  Quaker  diet 

Next  took  up  his  time. 
Later  to  Altoona  going, 
Travelers  he  took  to  showing 

Catering  sublime. 

Here  ten  years  ago  he  started. 
Getting  in  his  open-hearted 

Enterprising  licks ; 
Never  yet  a  failure  was  he, 
And  the  reason  is  because  he 

To  the  railroad  sticks. 


(56) 


JOHN   LEE. 

THERE  is  no  better  known  railroad  restaurateur  on  the  American  conti- 
nent than  John  Lee,  the  proprietor  of  the  Pittsburg  Union  Station 
Restaurant,  and  none  who,  in  his  day,  has  met  and  conversed  with  so  many 
notable  men  and  women  of  both  hemispheres.  Mr.  Lee's  experience  as  a 
caterer  to  the  patrons  of  the  Pennsylvania  railroad  covers  a  period  of  24 
years,  fourteen  at  Altoona  and  ten  at  Pittsburg,  and  throughout  that  time 
his  career  has  been  one  of  unbroken  success  and  prosperity,  natural  adapt- 
ability to  the  business,  coupled  with  the  address  and  geniality  of  a  thorough 
man  of  the  world,  having  contributed  to  bring  about  this  result. 

Mr.  Lee  is  an  Irishman,  and  was  born  at  Limerick,  January  6,  1844. 
His  parents  emigrated  in  1846,  and  settled  in  New  York  State,  where  young 
Lee  was  educated  and  fitted  for  a  business  career.  In  1861  he  enlisted  in 
the  Ninth  Independent  Company,  N.  Y.  State  Sharpshooters,  and  continued 
in  active  service  until  August,  1863,  when  he  was  mustered  out.  In  1864 
he  re-enlisted  in  the  203d  Pennsylvania  Volunteers,  and  was  immediately 
made  color  sergeant.  Promotion  to  the  rank  of  first  sergeant  soon  fol- 
lowed, and  in  October,  1865,  the  young  soldier,  now  a  veteran  in  point  of 
gallant  service,  was  commissioned  lieutenant,  his  regiment  then  being  at 
Fort  Fisher,  N.  C.  On  July  3,  1865,  he  was  mustered  out  with  his 
regiment. 

Directly  after  the  close  of  the  war,  Mr.  Lee  went  to  New  York  and 
engaged  in  the  hotel  business.  In  May,  1866,  he  left  the  metropolis  to  as- 
sume a  position  in  a  Philadelphia  hotel,  in  which  he  remained  for  three 
years.  At  the  expiration  of  that  period  he  went  to  the  Logan  House, 
Altoona,  where,  it  may  be  said,  his  high  reputation  as  a  restaurateur  was 
primarily  achieved.  Leaving  Altoona  in  1882,  he  came  to  Pittsburg  as 
Superintendent  of  the  Union  Depot  restaurant,  and  in  1887  he  became  sole 
proprietor  of  that  establishment. 

Mr.  Lee's  excellent  menu  is  too  well  known  to  the  public  to  demand 
special  commentary.  It  is  sufficient  to  say  that  he  has  the  reputation  of 
standing  a  head  and  shoulders  above  all  competitors  doing  business  on  the 
lines  of  railroad  travel. 

(57) 


This  chap  may  not  be  recognized  by  or- 
dinary lubbers, 

But  he'll  certainly  be  known  at  once  by 
all  Columbus  clubbers. 

At  Colurabianic  seances  his  face  is  rarely 
missed. 

And  'tis  hinted  that  the  club  without  him 
never  could  exist. 

He's  a  Democrat  consistent  and — to  speak 
without  evasion — 

An  up-and-up  adherent  of  the  Catholic 
persuasion. 

With  the  enemies  of  Rome  he  doesn't 
hesitate  to  cope, 

And  but  very  few  can  touch  him  in  allegi- 
ance to  the  pope. 

'Twas  at  Emmittsburg,  in  Maryland,  he 

got  his  stock  of  learning ; 
By  reverend  enthusiasts  his  heart  was  set 

a-burning 
With  a  love  of  things  scholastic  which  he 

failed  not  to  indulge 
Till  on  every  hated  rival  he  completely 

had  the  bulge. 

The  day  he  graduated  was  the  kind  they 

call  red-letter ; 
He  spoke  a  piece  so  finely — 'twould  be 

hard  to  speak  it  better ; 

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The  fountain-head  of  eloquence  success- 
fully he  tapped, 

And  with  hefty  polysyllables  the  climax 
fairly  capped. 

Though  his  brother  is  a  bishop,  yet  he 
showed  no  disposition 

For  bishopizing  likewise  ;  'twas  his  lot  to 
court  perdition 

By  abandoning  himself  and  his  acquire- 
ments to  the  maw 

Of  that  soul-destroying  business  which 
we're  wont  to  call  the  law. 

He  studied  sheepskin  volumes  till  his  oc- 
ciput was  aching, 

And  wrestled  with  old  Blackstone  till  he 
got  his  final  raking 

From  the  stony-faced  examiners,  who  met 
him  with  a  frown, 

But  he  gave  them  all  a  non-suit  and  they 
failed  to  turn  him  down. 

Tn  catching  on  to  practice  he  has  proved 

himself  a  winner. 
Though  he  claims  to  be  a  barrister  who's 

not  a  hardened  sinner ; 
And,  phenomenal  as  this  is,  he  has  lots  of 

friends  who  say 
That  his  claim  of  being  guileless  is  reHgi- 

ously  O.  K. 

) 


A.  V.  D.  WATTERSON. 


AV.  D.  WATTERSON,  one  of  the  foremost  Catholic  lawyers  in  West- 
•  ern  Pennsylvania,  was  born  in  Blairsville,  Indiana  County,  Pa.,  Octo- 
ber 4,  1855.  His  father  was  born  in  Carroll  County,  Md.,  in  1805,  and 
came  to  Pittsburg  in  1826.  Here  he  taught  school  during  the  day  and  in 
the  evening  kept  books  until  1829,  when  he  moved  to  Westmoreland 
County,  and  soon  afterwards  married  Sarah  McAfee.  He  then  embarked 
in  mercantile  business  in  Blairsville,  and  continued  that  pursuit  until  his 
death  in   1870. 

The  subject  of  this  sketch,  Alfred,  the  youngest  of  eleven  children, 
was  sent  to  Mt.  St.  Mary's  College,  Emmittsburg,  Md.,  from  which  he  grad- 
^  uated  in  1875.  He  is  now  President  of  the  Alumni  of  that  institution. 
Soon  after  his  graduation  he  began  the  study  of  law  with  Major  A.  M. 
Brown,  and  was  admitted  to  practice  in  1878.  He  has  given  his  attention 
entirely  to  the  civil  branch  of  his  profession,  in  which  his  ability  and  indus- 
try have  made  for  him  a  high  reputation.  His  clientage  is  large,  and  his 
services  are  enlisted  in  many  of  the  most  important  cases  that  come  before 
the  civil  courts  of  Allegheny  County. 

Mr.  Watterson  was  one  of  the  projectors  of  the  Columbus  Club  of  this 
city,  and  is  at  the  present  time  its  president. 

He  spent  the  entire  summer  of  last  year  (1891)  in  European  travel, 
and  a  series  of  entertaining  letters  written  by  him  en  voyage  appeared  in  the 
Pittsburg  Leader. 

He  is  a  stalwart  Democrat,  and  takes  keen  interest  in  the  affairs  of  his 
party,  although  the  extent  of  his  practice  prevents  his  responding  favorably 
to  the  demands  made  on  him  to  run  for  office. 

(59) 


"  O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory?" 

A  writer  once  inquired, 
Some  demon  contradictory 

The  sentiment  inspired. 
For  if  from  out  the  grave  there  were 

No  victory  to  come, 
The  giant  in  our  picture  ne'er 

Could  get  a  boost  therefrom. 


Of  numerous  and  varied  sorts 

His  undertakings  are. 
Processions  lengthy  he  escorts 

Whereof  he  is  the  star. 
And  if  some  tongue  that  idly  wags 

His  mission  foully  warps 
And  asks  him  for  a  ride,  his  jags 

Will  answer,  "Yes,  of  corpse." 


Let  poets  sing  howe'er  they  please 

In  verses  full  of  gloom  ; 
The  price  of  many  a  life  of  ease 

Is  gathered  from  the  tomb. 
The  trappings  of  consummate  woe 

The  casket,  hearse  and  all 
Are  things  from  which  some  blessings  flow  ; 

So  thinks  our  subject  tall. 


When  business  hours  are  over  and 

The  graveyards  all  shut  down, 
It  does  him  good  to, take  a  hand 

At  buying  up  the  town. 
In  B.  and  L.  societies 

His  interests  are  steep, 
And  he  hastens  every  chance  to  seize 

To  purchase  buildings  cheap. 


He  wears  a  suit  of  solemn  black, 

A  hat  of  hefty  brim. 
And  has  a  most  artistic  knack 

Of  looking  sad  and  grim. 
And  though  a  gloomy  life  he  lives 

His  heart  it  always  cheers 
When  somebody  comes  round  and  gives 
»  An  order  for  "  two  biers." 


Thus  though  his  load  of  years  is  Hght 

His  store  of  wealth  is  great, 
In  business  he  is  "  out  of  sight " 

And  quite  a  heavy  weight. 
His  name  in  truth's  a  synonym 

For  enterprise,  and  why, 
Since  death  keeps  up  a  man  like  him, 

Should  folks  regret  to  die  ? 
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JOHN  J.  FLANNERY. 


TT  may  seem  odd  to  refer  to  an  undertaker  as  "popular"  in  his  profession, 
^  but  setting  the  gloomy  phase  of  his  business  aside,  there  can  be  no 
question  as  to  the  wide  and  genuine  popularity  of  the  ubiquitous  Flannery. 
The  term  "ubiquitous"  is  used  advisedly,  Mr.  Flannery  always  has  his 
hands  full,  the  bills  of  mortality  in  Pittsburg  being  usually  extensive,  and  he 
is  to  be  found  everywhere  in  the  two  cities,  relieving  death  of  some  of  its 
terrors  by  the  admirable  character  of  his  post-mortem  ministrations. 

Mr.  Flannery  was  born  in  Holliday's  Cove,  W.  Va.,  in  1854.  In  the 
following  year  his  parents  brought  him  to  Pittsburg,  and  subsequently  to 
New  York,  returning,  however,  from  the  latter  city  to  reside  here  perma- 
nently. Young  Flannery  had  the  making  of  his  own  career,  and  he  proved 
amply  equal  to  the  contract.  After  completing  his  studies  at  the  parochial 
schools,  he  was  apprenticed  to  a  stair-builder,  and  later  learned  the  under- 
taking business  with  John  McKeon  and  W.  H.  Devore.  In  1874  he  started 
in  business  for  himself  on  Grant  Street,  and  has  since  prospered  greatly, 
being  to-day  in  command,  probably,  of  larger  patronage  than  any  other 
undertaker  in  the  country. 

He  is  thrifty  as  well  as  'enterprising,  and  has  accumulated  a  comfortable 
fortune,  much  of  which  is  invested  in  improved  real  estate. 

In  1877  he  was  happily  married  to  the  daughter  of  Commodore 
Rodgers,  and  he  and  his  estimable  wife  became  prominent  in  a  social  circle 
which  has  no  more  valued  members. 

Mr.  Flannery  cares  little  for  office,  but  when  he  chooses  to  become  a 

candidate  he  is  a  veritable  tower  of  strength.     He  was  elected  to  Councils 

five  times,  and  only  retired  after  having  satisfied  the  public  that  no  man  in 

his  ward  could  defeat  him. 

(61) 


You  will  find  it  in  the  guide-books  that  the  Vati- 
can at  Rome 
By  the  thousand  counts  its  antiquated  rooms, 
And  the  foreigners  will  tell  you  that  there  isn't 
here  at  home 
Any  building  that  to  rival  it  assumes. 
Now  we  don't  propose  to  squabble 
With  a  pesky  foreign  rabble, 
But  we'll  wager  any  day  a  heavy  roll 
That  a  hostelry  far  bigger 
Here  in  Pittsburg  cuts  a  figure 
With  a  jolly  Irish  landlord  in  control. 

As  you'll  notice  from  his  features  he's  a  sunny 
tempered  boy, 
Who  of  blarneying  adroitly  has  the  knack; 
To  America  from  Dublin  he  came  out,  like  Pat 

Malloy 
In  the  song,  because  his  bank  account  was  slack. 
In  the  West,  no  duty  shirking, 
Long  he  toiled  at  railroad  clerking. 
And  he  helped  to  ladle  out  the  weekly  pay, 
Never  dreaming  then  that  later 
To  the  public  he  would  cater 
In  the  mansion  that  he  occupies  to-day. 

In  the  old  St.  Clair  hotel,  the  haunt  of  actors 

years  ago. 

The  requirements  of  a  Boniface  he  learned. 

Whereupon   an   opposition    house   to   hire   him 

wasn't  slow. 

Recognizing  that  distinction  he  had  earned. 

(62 


To  an  honored  post  they  called  him 

As  chief  manager  installed  him. 
And  his  talents  were  so  thoroughly  admired 

That  in  course  of  time  promotion 

Was  the  fruit  of  his  devotion. 
And  a  partnership  he  finally  acquired. 

Years  rolled  on,  and  the  dimensions  of  his  pile 
kept  growing  fast. 
For  the  sun  of  fortune  on  him  always  shone, 
Till  his  partner  tired  of  business  and  withdrew 
from  it  at  last. 
Then  the  hostelry  was  his  and  his  alone. 
Now  he's  closed  it,  thus  permitting 
An  elaborate  refitting 
And  refurnishing,  which  promise  by  and  by, 
In  their  tastefulness  and  sweetness, 
Free  from  European  effeteness, 
To  knock  the  poor  old  Vatican  sky-high. 

Now  our  Boniface    (we  mention  this  in   confi- 
dence) has  just 
One  small  weakness — none  need  view  it  with 
alarm ; 
As  a  military  expert  he'll  be  recognized  or  bust. 
And  a  uniform  his  soul  is  sure  to  charm. 
Many's  the  password  and  the  grip, 
Signs  of  mystic  fellowship. 
That  he's  mastered,  and  he  loves  such  trifles  well ; 
But  affairs  like  this  don't  hamper 
Him,  or  ever  set  a  damper 
On  his  mammoth,  handsome   Smithfield   street 
hotel. 


JOHN  ROWAN. 


HIGH  on  the  list  of  first-class  family  hotels  is  the  Central  Hotel,  on  Smith- 
field  street,  extending  from  Second  to  Third  Avenue,  of  which  John 
Rowan  is  now  the  sole  proprietor.  Mr.  Rowan  was  born  in  Dublin,  Ireland, 
September  4,  1847,  and  came  to  America  in  1864.  He  had  an  excellent 
education,  and  being  of  an  active  and  enterprising  temperament,  experienced 
no  difficulty  in  making  his  way  in  his  adopted  country.  For  five  years  he 
served  as  assistant  paymaster  of  the  Union  Pacific  Railroad.  In  1869  he 
came  to  Pittsburg,  and  was  employed  as  clerk  in  the  old  St.  Clair  hotel, 
where  he  remained  until  1875,  in  which  year  he  went  to  the  Central  hotel  as 
head  clerk.  He  secured  an  interest  in  the  latter  establishment,  and  became 
the  active  manager,  the  hotel  being  conducted  under  the  firm  name  of 
Anderson  &  Rowan.  On  February  29,  1892,  the  firm  dissolved  partnership, 
Mr.  Anderson  retiring,  and  Mr.  Rowan  assumed  sole  charge.  He  at  once 
proceeded  to  remodel  and  refurnish  the  establishment  throughout,  and  at 
the  time  when  these  lines  are  written  the  work  of  renovation  is  still  in  pro- 
gress. All  that  money  can  procure  and  art  can  accomplish  is  being  drawn 
upon  to  place  the  hotel  on  a  level  with  the  finest  in  the  land,  and  it  is  for 
that  object  that  Mr.  Rowan  is  laboring. 

Mr.  Rowan  is  a  member  of  many  secret  and  military  organizations,  and 
stands  in  high  repute  in  all  of  them.  He  is  a  man  of  thoroughly  genial  dis- 
position, even-tempered  and  courteous,  and  a  master  of  the  art  of  making 
friends  and  retaining  them.  Herein  consists,  to  a  great  extent,  the  secret  of 
his  success  in  the  hotel  business. 

(63) 


There  are  occupations  lucrative  which  many  folks 
esteem, 
In  the  horny-handed  category  classed, 
Yielding  up  unto  their  votaries  a  never-ending 
stream 
Of  emolument  and  pleasure  unsurpassed; 
But  of  all  the  operatives 
Who  electrify  the  natives 
By  the  ease  wherewith  Dame  Fortune  they  be- 
guile, 
There  is  none  who's  such  a  ripper. 
And  of  others  an  outstripper 
As  the  plumber  with  his  monumental  pile. 

In  our  photographic  cut  we  show  a  sample  of  the 
tribe. 
A  Leo-nine  and  handsome-visaged  chap, 
\Mio  lets  nothing  in  creation  his  endeavors  cir- 
cumscribe 
The  climax  of  prosperity  to  cap; 

In  the  Fourth  ward,  where  McKenna 
Plays  in  politics  gehenna, 
He  was  born,  and  there  to-day  he  lives  in  style; 
There  he  gets  the  homage  due  him, 
For  with  awe  his  neighbors  view  him 
As  a  plumber  with  a  monumental  pile. 

His  beginning  was  a  modest  one :  at  first  he  served 

a  term 
Keeping  books  where  he  is  now-a-days  a  "prop ; " 
But  it  wasn't  long  until  he  was  admitted  to  the 

firm, 


And  found  himself  financially  on  top ; 

Ever  since,  in  wintry  weather, 

He  is  in  the  fullest  feather. 
Sending  bills  around  that  measure  near  a  mile; 

That's  the  operation  which  is 

At  the  bottom  of  the  riches 
Of  the  plumber  with  his  monumental  pile. 


Our  subject  is  a  Democrat — a  loyal  one  at  that, 

And  he  often  helps  the  enemy  to  drub, 
Whenever  over  politics  he  cares  to  have  a  chat. 
He  frequents  the  County  Democratic  Club; 

A  Columbus  club  man  noted 

He  is  also,  and  devoted 
To  the  club  room,  there  the  hours  away  to  while; 

And  in  each  association 

Members  look  with  admiration 
On  the  plumber  with  his  monumental  pile. 


Now,  to  young  men  who  are  looking  for  a  busi- 
ness that  will  pay. 
And  a  model  whom  to  copy  would  be  well. 
Without  any  hesitation  we  feel  competent  to  say, 
Be  a  plumber  like  this  plutocratic  swell; 
'Tis  a  trade  that's  far  outshining 
Either  gold  or  silver  mining. 
And  to  master  it  is  really  worth  your  while, 
Since  the  world  its  worship  tenders. 
And  its  pocket-book  surrenders. 
To  the  plumber  with  his  monumental  pile. 


(64) 


J.  LEO  McSHANE. 

T  LEO  McSHANE,  while  he  may  not  exemplify  the  accurac}-  of  the  pro- 
^1  •  position  laid  down  in  the  comic  journals,  that  every  plumber  is  a  pluto- 
crat, is  at  all  events  a  good  exemplar  of  prosperity  achieved  in  the  plumbing 
business,  the  firm  of  which  he  is  a  member  being  squarely  "  on  top  of  the 
heap."  Mr.  McShane  is  a  Fourth  warder  born  and  bred,  and  still  lives  in 
Magistrate  McKenna's  bailiwick.  The  date  of  his  nativity  was  November 
I,  1856.  Mr.  McShane  was  educated  at  the  parochial  schools  attached  to 
St.  Paul's  Cathedral,  and  supplemented  the  curriculum  pursued  there  with 
private  study.  In  1877  he  became  book-keeper  for  the  plumbing  firm  of 
H.  Houston  &  Co.,  and  in  1884  he  acquired  a  half  interest  in  the  business, 
the  firm  name  being  changed  to  Houston  &  McShane. 

Mr.  McShane  was  active  in  the  formation  of  the  Columbus  Club,  and  is 
to-da)-  one  of  its  prominent  members.  He  belongs  to  the  County  Democ- 
racy, and,  although  without  visible  ambition  in  the  direction  of  office  hold- 
ing or  honorary  preferment  within  his  party,  takes  a  lively  interest  in  poli- 
tics, and  is  a  well  known  figure  in  Democratic  circles.  He  is  financially 
interested  in  the  South  Pittsbnrgcr,  the  brightest  and  most  popular  journal 
ever  conducted  on  the  South  Side. 

(65) 


Editor  Albert !  Why  call  him  thus? 

Is  he,  strictly  speaking,  one  of  us? 

Does  he  wield  a  pen  that  is  full  of  fire 

And  work  a  private  political  wire? 

Does  he  diagnose  society's  fads 

And  lay  the  ropes  for  lucrative  ads? 

Does  he  scrap  with  printers,  strikes  defy. 

And  hear  complaints  from  "  Vox  Populi?  " 

Does  he  make  cheap  demagogues  shake  in  their 

boots 
And  appear  as  defendant  in  libel  suits? 
Not  he;   for  Albert's  a  type  that's  rare — 
A  journalistic  restaurateur. 

Of  course  you're  acquainted  with  Albert's  stand 
On  Fifth  avenue — Wood  street's  close  at  hand; 
One-half  is  used  as  a  fine  cafe 
Well  stocked  in  the  eating  and  drinking  way 
While   the   other — pray   mark   what    a    curious 

schism — 
Is  devoted  solely  to  journalism. 
And  here  (this  isn't  an  empty  boast), 
Like  the  statue  that  straddled  from  coast  to  coast, 
Stands  Albert,  mounted  with  much  address 
On  the  caterer's  art  and  the  power  of  the  press. 
And  hence  he  comes  the  title  to  bear 
Of  journalistic  restaurateur. 

Sometimes  his  visitors  may  complain 
Of  politics  mingled  with  their  champagne; 
Of  a  "  city  brief"  or  Fitzsimmons  "scoop," 
Inserting  itself  in  their  chicken  soup; 
Of  a  blue  law  sermon,  cold  and  drear. 
Acidulating  their  lager  beer, 


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Or  a  hoary-headed  Jim-Blaine  fake 
Served  up  along  with  a  sirloin  steak; 
Or  an  appetite  may  be  decreased  in  size 
When  the  man  who  wants  a  correction  dies; 
But  for  such  things  little  does  Albert  care, 
He's  a  journalistic  restaurateur. 

Of  course  there  are  times  when  things  go  wrong, 
And  Albert  is  driven  to  language  strong; 
His  nerves  receive  an  unpleasant  jar. 
When  manuscript's  handed  in  at  the  bar; 
And  it  fills  his  soul  with  the  deepest  gloom 
When  his  meat  frequents  the  composing  room, 
Or  those  bothersome  wholesale  liquor  men 
Send  barrels  of  rye  to  the  editor's  den; 
While  "Constant  Reader,"  that  meddlesome  chap, 
Keeps  moseying  round  where  the  beer's  on  tap; 
All  of  which  is  enough  to  whiten  the  hair 
Of  a  journalistic  restaurateur. 

But  Albert,  being  a  Frenchman  gay. 

From  Paris,  manfully  works  away 

With  the  same  eclat  and  politeness  true 

As  he  showed  when  he  bossed  the  Duquesne's 

menu. 
"  Mon  Dieu,"  he'll  say,  with  a  shrug  unique, 
"  Why  ze  populace  should  'e  come  here  and  keek, 
Eef  ze  joys  of  ze  table  togezzaire  unite 
Wiz  ze  literature?"  and  there  he's  right; 
For  the  bar  and  the  table  along  with  the  press 
Can  mingle  in  double  blessedness. 
And  great  is  the  glory  that  falls  to  the  share 
Of  the  journalistic  restaurateur. 

) 


ALBERT  MENJOU. 


A  LBERT  MENJOU  was  born  in  Bordeaux,  France,  of  French  parents, 
-^^^  in  1856.  He  was  educated  in  his  native  city,  and  on  completing  his 
studies  went  to  Paris,  where  he  spent  several  years  as  an  employe  of  the 
Bon  Marche.  Having  saved  some  money,  he  came  to  New  York  in  1875, 
and  entered  the  hotel  business.  During  his  stay  in  the  metropolis,  he  was 
employed  at  different  times  at  the  Gilsey  House,  Delmonico's,  and  the 
Hoffman  House.  In  1880  he  went  to  San  Francisco,  where  he  engaged  in 
business  with  his  brother,  remaining  on  the  Pacific  Coast  until  1887,  in 
which  year  he  came  to  Pittsburg  and  took  charge  of  the  Hotel  Duquesne. 
In  1889,  the  hotel  was  sold,  and  Mr.  Menjou  resigned  and  went  to  Chicago, 
where  he  took  charge  of  the  Richelieu  under  the  present  management. 
Returning  to  Pittsburg,  he  again  associated  himself  with  the  Hotel  Du- 
quesne, taking  charge  of  the  catering  department,  and  remained  there  until 
1 89 1,  when  he  opened  up  the  Cafe  Royal,  a  fashionable  resort  on  Fifth 
Avenue.  The  success  of  the  Cafe  was  instant  and  pronounced.  Over  60 
persons  are  employed  in  this  establishment,  serving  daily  from  two  to  three 
hundred  "business  lunches,"  besides  a  large  table  d'hote.  Mr.  Menjou  was 
the  first  to  introduce  in  Pittsburg  the  European  style  of  dinner  with  a  pint 
of  claret.  He  is  a  typical  Frenchman,  polished,  courteous,  and  refined, 
and  makes  it  his  business  to  enlist  and  retain  the  entire  confidence  of  his 
patrons. 

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"Impudent  Barney, 
None  of  your  blarney," 
So  murmured  the  pretty 
Young  lass  in  the  ditty' 
Which  tells  of  the  dashing, 
Soft-spoken,  heart-smashing 

Young  Irishman,  Barney  O'Hea. 
Now  the  Barney  we  sing  of, 
While  certainly  king  of 
Palaverers,  that  trick 
Owes  not  to  St.  Patrick. 
The  sweet  land  of  Erin 
His  birth  had  no  share  in, 

And  yet  he  is  Erin's  to-day. 

He  is  not  poetic, 
Nor  super-aesthetic  ; 
His  ways  are  prosaic, 
Distinctly  Hebraic  ; 
The  fugitive  dollar 
He  struggles  to  collar. 

And  gets  there  with  elegance  great. 
With  dazzling  devices 
The  world  he  entices 
To  open  its  coffers 
And  buy  what  he  offers, 
And  odd  are  the  capers 
He  cuts  in  the  papers 

With  "ads"  that  excitement  create. 


He  has  rings  hymeneal 

Of  gold  that's  Kke  real ; 

Few  people  are  slicker 

In  selling  a  ticker  ; 

Catch  his  eye  for  a  second, 

And  lo  !  ere  you've  reckoned 

The  cost,  why,  the  purchase  is  made. 
His  diamonds  in  brightness. 
And  rare  out-of-sightness,     - 
Completely  lay  over 
The  starlets  that  hover 
xA.bove  us,  and  hence  his 
Good  fortune  immense  is 

In  getting  a  cinch  on  the  trade. 

A  militiaman  steady 
He  was — aye,  and  ready 
If  need  be  to  rattle 
A  foeman  in  battle  ; 
In  tactics  he's  posted, 
And  never  gets  roasted 

For  making  mistakes  on  review. 
His  acquaintances  like  him, 
Financially  strike  him. 
Rejoicing  in  knowing 
How  swiftly  is  growing 
His  wealth  ;  for  the  truth  is. 
This  wideawake  youth  is 

'Way  up  'mid  the  prosperous  few. 


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BERNARD  E.  ARONS. 


THROUGH  the  columns  of  the  Pittsburg  press  the  name  of  "Barney" 
Arons,  the  jeweler,  has  become  familiar  as  a  household  word.  Mr. 
Arons  was  born  in  Boston  May  8,  1852.  He  was  the  sixth  of  ten  children, 
all  of  whom  are  living.  His  parents  were  of  excellent  social  standing,  his 
father  having  been  a  bosom  friend  of  ex-President  Cleveland  and  other 
notabilities.  The  elder  Arons  served  through  the  war  under  Millard  Fill- 
more in  the  Union  Continental  Regiment,  which  was  composed  of  business 
and  professional  men  of  Buffalo,  in  which  city  he  resided  in  the  '6o's. 

Young  Bernard  was  but  7  years  old,  and  had  not  long  commenced  his 
studies  in  the  Boston  public  schools  when  the  family  moved  to  Buffalo. 
There  he  finished  his  education  at  higher  institutions,  including  the  High 
School.  In  1869  I'le  struck  out  for  himself,  coming  to  Pittsburg  to  engage 
in  business,  and,  having  met  with  success  here,  in  1872  he  brought  his 
mother  to  Allegheny,  where  she  still  resides. 

Mr.  Arons  has  been  in  business  on  his  ow^n  account  since  1888,  and 
has  prospered  remarkably,  being  gifted  with  a  more  than  ordinary  share 
of  tact  and  perseverance.  He  is  well  known  in  Democratic  circles,  being  a 
member  of  the  Randall  Club  and  the  County  Democracy,  and  few  political 
fights  occur  in  which  he  does  not  take  an  active  hand. 

He  has  been  a  member  of  the  National  Guard  for  the  past  14  years. 
He  rose  from  private  to  second  lieutenant  in  Company  A,  Eighteenth  Regi- 
ment, and  in  Company  D,  of  the  same  regiment,  he  rose  from  private  to 
captain.  He  has  four  commissions  from  as  many  Governors — Hartranft, 
Hoyt,  Pattison,  and  Beaver. 

Voltaic  diamonds  are  Mr.  Arons'  hobby,  and  he  has  found  them  a  gold 
mine. 

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Our  town  of  wonders  has  its  share, 

A  goodly  share  at  that, 
To  make  inquiring  strangers  stare, 

And  knock  our  rivals  flat. 
The  list  we  won't  enumerate. 

But  the  king-pin  of  the  lot 
Is  that  character  uniquely  great — 

The  Pittsburg  polyglot. 


To  occupy  his  leisure  hours 

He  runs  a  German  sheet ; 
It's  anti-ring,  and  with  the  pow'rs 

That  be  won't  stoop  to  treat. 
But  Democratic  Germans  here 

Know  well  enough  what's  what, 
And  toast  in  large- sized  mugs  of  beer 

The  Pittsburg  polyglot. 


He  thinks  in  English,  writes  in  French, 

And  talks  in  purest  Dutch, 
Hungarian  doesn't  make  him  blench. 

Nor  Spanish  phase  him  much. 
On  Tuscan  and  on  Portuguese 

A  soUd  grip  he's  got ; 
He  handles  all  alike  with  ease. 

This  Pittsburg  polyglot. 


When  shipping  business  dull  doth  wax 

And  journalism  as  well. 
The  social  pleasures  he  attacks. 

And  plays  the  heavy  swell. 
Wagnerian  concerts  he  attends. 

And  theatres  could  not 
Survive,  were  not  among  their  friends 

The  Pittsburg  polyglot. 


Where  Austria's  consul  rules  the  roost 

Our  man  headquarters  makes  ; 
By  giving  steamship  lines  a  boost 

Big  profits  in  he  rakes. 
Exchanges,  too,  he  makes,  and  bills 

For  Europe  can  be  bought 
From  the  hustler  who  the  role  fulfils 

Of  Pittsburg  polyglot. 


Now  that  we've  fully  diagnosed 

His  traits,  we'd  have  you  guess 
From  what  far  European  coast 

To  come  he  must  confess. 
You  give  it  up  ?     It  does  demand 

Acuteness  great  to  spot 
As  a  true-born  son  of  Yankeeland 

The  Pittsburg  polyglot. 

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ISAAC   E.  HIRSCH, 


ISAAC  E.  HIRSCH,  the  present  proprietor  of  the  Steamship  and  Foreign 
Banking  business  carried  on  under  the  firm  name  of  Max  Schamberg  & 
Co.,  was  born  in  Carver  County,  Minn.,  of  German  parents,  in  1859.  On 
account  of  the  Indian  disturbances  in  the  Northwest,  the  family  came  to 
Pittsburg  in  i860,  and  in  1862  the  father  died,  leaving  a  widow  and  two 
sons,  the  subject  of  this  sketch  and  a  younger  brother,  Louis  Hirsch.  In 
Spite  of  adverse  circumstances,  and  although  yet  quite  a  young  woman,  Mrs. 
Hirsch  has  remained  a  widow  all  these  years,  devoting  herself  with  all  a 
mother's  love  to  the  bringing  up  of  her  two  fatherless  boys.  She  lives  here 
still,  honored  by  all  who  know  her  and  happy  in  the  success  of  her  two  sons, 
and  is  the  object  of  their  fondest  devotion. 

"  Ike,"  as  he  is  familiarly  known  to  his  host  of  friends,  attended  the 
third  ward  public  schools  of  this  city,  graduated  from  the  commercial  de- 
partment of  the  Central  High  School,  and  was  employed,  while  yet  attend- 
ing school,  at  the  early  age  of  1 1  years,  by  Mr.  Max  Schamberg.  Mr.  Hirsch 
has  been  connected  with  the  firm  ever  since,  that  is  to  say,  for  a  period  of 
over  22  years,  gradually  advancing  from  office  boy  to  general  manager,  and 
finally  becoming  the  owner  of  the  business  about  five  years  ago,  when  Mr. 
Schamberg  retired  in  order  to  devote  himself  solely  to  his  duties  as  Austrian 
consul. 

Mr.  Hirsch  has  always  been  a  hard  worker  and  diligent  student.  He  is 
proficient  in  German,  French  and  Italian,  and  understands  enough  of  many 
other  languages  for  business  purposes.  Hence,  during  a  trip  to  Europe 
some  years  ago,  he  found  it  a  hard  matter  to  convince  his  friends  that  he  is 
really  a  native  American. 

The  firm  of  Max  Schamberg  &  Co.  is  the  oldest  in  this  section  engaged 
in  the  Foreign  Steamship  and  Banking  business.  It  represents  about  a 
dozen  of  the  most  popular  transatlantic  steamship  lines,  and  is  in  direct  cor- 
respondence with  prominent  banks  and  bankers  in  all  the  large  cities  of 
Europe.  Since  its  establishment  in  1866  by  Consul  Max  Schamberg,  when 
the  office  force  consisted  of  the  founder,  a  book-keeper  and  an  office  boy,  it 
has  had  continued  prosperity,  until  to-day  it  gives  employment  in  its  various 
departments  to  about  fifteen  persons. 

Mr.  Hirsch  is  also  the  president  of  the  Pittsburg  Volksblatt  Publishing 
Company,  publishers  of  the  daily,  weekly  and  Sunday  Volksblatt,  of  which 
his  brother,  Louis  Hirsch,  is  the  business  manager.  The  Volksblatt  was  es- 
tablished in  1859  by  C.  F.  Bauer.  It  is  a  bright,  newsy,  independent  Ger- 
man-American journal,  is  the  official  paper  both  of  Pittsburg  and  Allegheny, 
and  is  the  most  widely  circulated  German  newspaper  in  Western  Pennsyl- 
vania. 

(7O 


In  Municipal  Hall,  very  close  to  the  roof, 

And  not  very  far  from  the  skies, 
From  human  society  holding  aloof, 

And  shunning  inquisitive  eyes, 
Every  day  in  the  week,  like  a  wizard  or 

seer, 
This   little   chap   works   with    appliances 
queer. 

There  are  jars  upon  jars,  all  piled  up  in 
rows. 
Though  family  jars  he  eschews  ; 

And  wires  upon  wires,  though  as  every  one 
knows, 
To  pull  them  he'll  always  refuse. 

There  are  batteries,  too,  by  the  dozen  dis- 
played. 

Though  artillery  practice  is  none  of  his 
trade. 

Then,  to  crown  the  whole  outfit,  the  City 
Hall  clock 
Is  immediately  over  his  head, 
And  strikes  now  and  then  with  a  quiver 
and  shock 
That  should  certainly  waken  the  dead. 

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But  he's  used  to  the  ticker — the  shock  he 

can  bear, 
And  the  racket  he  hears  without  turning  a 

hair. 

Jars,  batteries,  wires,  and  the  clock  in  the 

tow'r. 
Are  the  paraphernalia  grim. 
Which    give     this    enchanter    a    magical 

pow'r. 
That  subjects  the  whole  city  to  him. 
PoHce  and   fire  laddies,  when  called  by 

him,  come. 
And   the  hurry-up  wagons   are   under  his 

thumb. 

Why,  then,  should  he  not  be  respected 

and  feared. 
When  a  part  so  important  he  plays? 
What  wonder  that  timorous  folk  should  be 

"  skeered  " 
Lest,  some  one  of  these  very  fine  days, 
When    luck   goes    against    him    and    fate 

seems  to  frown, 
He  might  just  touch  a  button  and  wipe 

out  the  town  ? 

) 


MORRIS  W.  MEAD. 

MORRIS  W.  MEAD,  Superintendent  of  the  City  Bureau  of  Electricit)-, 
was  born  at  Underbill,  Vermont,  October  20,  1854,  and  came  to 
Pittsburg  with  his  parents  in  i860.  He  was  educated  at  the  public  schools, 
graduating  from  the  Central  High  School  in  1873.  For  two  years  he 
studied  law  with  J.  H.  Baldwin,  but  the  death  of  his  father  compelled  him 
to  abandon  this  pursuit  in  order  to  provide  for  his  mother  and  sister.  He 
became  an  employee  of  a  grocery  store,  and  then  spent  a  year  and  a  half 
in  oil  operations  in  Venango  County.  Returning  to  Pittsburg,  he  became 
head  salesman  in  a  florist's  establishment,  and  in  1879  became  an  operator  in 
the  fire  alarm  office.  Three  years  later  he  was  made  chief  operator,  and  was 
afterwards  made  Superintendent  of  the  Fire  Alarm  Telegraph  system,  com- 
bining with  that  function  the  duties  of  Secretary  of  the  Fire  Commission. 
He  is  the  only  man  that  ever  held  those  positions  jointly.  The  Bureau  of 
Electricity  was  created  under  the  new  city  charter,  and  in  February,  1888, 
Mr.  Mead  was  elected  its  Superintendent.  In  his  office  are  10,000  points  of 
connection  of  wires,  and  1 1 ,000  feet  of  wire  used  in  connecting  the  respect- 
ive key-boards  and  switch-boards. 

Mr.  Mead  is  admirably  fitted  for  the  position  which  he  occupies.  He 
is  an  indefatigable  worker,  a  close  student  of  electrical  science,  and  a  master 
of  its  practical  application.  As  an  illustration  of  his  tenacity  of  purpose,  it 
is  interesting  to  note  that  he  paid  his  way  to  the  High  School,  furnishing 
himself  with  the  books  and  other  paraphernalia  needed,  by  selling  news- 
papers on  a  carrier's  route. 

On  November    11,  1886,  he  was   married    to    Miss   Helen    Morris,  then   a 

prominent  teacher  in  the  city  schools. 

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No  rubber  baron,  fierce  and  bold, 
With  grave  designs  on  gems  and  gold. 
Is  he  whose  phiz  you  here  behold, 
?■  ".':  Though  rubber  he  Reveres. 
His  reputation  is  lum-tum. 
And  extra  heavy  is  his  sum 
Of  virtues ;  and  that's  why,  by  gum — 
No  criticism  he  fears. 


That  job  he  afterwards  resigned, 
To  roving  being  still  inclined  ; 
In  Armstrong  county  next  we  find 

Him  clerking  in  a  mill. 
Then  once  again  his  equipoise 
Gets  shaken  up  when  John  Dubois, 
To  open  an  hotel  employs 

This  man  of  varied  skill. 


Before  his  rubber  era  came. 
Life  was  for  him  a  shifting  game, 
Diversified  and  nowise  tame. 

As  circumstances  prove. 
At  ]  2  years  old,  with  care  and  pains. 
He  captured  his  initial  gains 
As  newsboy  on  the  railroad  trains, 

AVhich  kept  him  on  the  move. 

The  oil  excitement  made  him  hump 
Himself  to  Parker,  there  to  pump 
The  wells,  but  cards  were  rarely  trump 

For  him,  and  so  he  quit. 
Soon  after  out  to  Iowa, 
He  happened  by  good  luck  to  stray, 
And  there  as  a  hotel  clerk  gay. 

Upon  his  feet  he  lit. 


As  changing  tastes  still  in  him  lurk. 
In  Pittsburg  next  he  goes  to  work 
As  private  corresponding  clerk. 

And  earns  a  stipend  neat ; 
Then  rubber  chiefs  came  on  the  hunt 
For  one  to  be  their  head  and  front 
And  made  a  proposition  blunt. 

Which  he  was  glad  to  meet. 

His  roving  now  at  last  was  done. 
His  thread  of  travel  had  been  spun. 
And  so  since  eighteen  eighty-one 

To  rubber-y  he  clings  ; 
Prosperity  upon  him  waits. 
Because  his  vigor  ne'er  abates. 
And  all  around  through  many  States, 

His  reputation  rings. 

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A.  P.  COCHRANE. 

A      P.  COCHRANE  was   born   October   31,    1859,   at   Cochrane's    Mills, 
■^~^'      Armstrong   County,    Pa.,    a   place    called    after   his    father,    Michael 
Cochrane,  who  was  a  judge  on  the  Armstrong  County  bench.     Mr.  Coch 
rane  received  his  early  education  at  the   rural  public  schools,  and   supple- 
mented the  training  thus  received  with  private  study. 

In  1 87 1,  he  started  out  for  himself  as  a  newsboy  on  the  P.  R.  R.,  and 
continued  in  that  employment  for  sixteen  months.  He  went  to  Parker 
during  the  oil  excitement  and  was  for  nine  months  engaged  in  pumping  oil 
wells.  In  1875.  he  went  to  Davenport,  la.,  and  clerked  for  the  Burtis 
House.  Two  years  later  he  returned  to  Armstrong  County,  and  obtained  a 
position  with  the  iron  firm  of  Rogers  &  Burchfield,  at  Apollo.  In  the  win- 
ter of  1878-9,  he  opened  the  Dubois  House  at  Dubois,  Pa.,  for  John  Du- 
bois, the  millionaire  lumberman,  since  deceased. 

On  February  4,  1880,  Mr.  Cochrane  came  to  Pittsburg  as  correspond- 
ing clerk  for  Bailey,  Farrell  &  Co.  He  remained  one  year  wnth.  that  firm, 
and  in  1881  went  into  the  rubber  business  as  manager  of  the  Revere  Rub- 
ber Co.,  the  Pittsburg  department  of  which  is  at  Water  and  Wood  Streets. 
That  position  he  still  retains,  discharging  the  responsible  duties  attached  to 
it  with  signal  fidelity,  energy,  and  business  capacity.  Few  young  business 
men  in  Pittsburg  have  a  wider  connection,  or  enjoy  more  fully  the  confi- 
dence of  the  business  world. 

The  Revere  Rubber  Company  has  its  headquarters  in  Boston,  its  fac- 
tories in  Chelsea,  Mass.,  and  stores  in  New  York,  Buffalo,  Chicago,  Minne- 
apolis. San  Francisco,  Pittsburg,  and  St.  Louis.  Mr.  Cochrane  manages 
the  St.  Louis  as  well  as  the  Pittsburg  department. 

(  75  ) 


Here's  a  lawyer  big  and  chunky, 
Who's  professionally  hunky, 
And  is  master  of  a  heap  of  learned  lore, 
lore,  lore  ; 
Civil  cases  are  his  hobby, 
Though  in  any  sort  of  job  he 
Don't  object  to  putting  in  his  little  oar, 
oar,  oar. 


I'hus  by  race  as  well  as  science 
He  attracts  a  heap  of  clients, 
For  the  Teutons  love  to   squabble  over 
cash,  cash,  cash  ; 
And  though  folks  he  won't  entangle 
In  a  broken  English  wrangle, 
He  gets  lucre  out  of  many  an  idle  clash, 
clash,  clash. 


'Twas  at  Yale  he  got  his  knowledge. 
And  electrified  the  college 
By  the  wonders  he  accomplished  in  the 
crew,  crew,  crew  ; 
Poor  old  Blackstone  went  to  bl— zes. 
While  he  hustled  in  the  races, 
But    in    spite    of    his    diversions    he    got 
through,  through,  through. 


He's  politically  active, 
As  you'll  gather  from  the  fact  of 
His  for  office  having  formerly  come  out, 
out,  out ; 
For  a  place  he  made  a  battle. 
Which  is  now  the  private  chattel 
Of  one   Burleigh,  who'll  hold  on  to  it,  no 
doubt,  doubt,  doubt. 


He  is  German  by  extraction. 
And  he  points  with  satisfaction 
To  his  race.  Would  he  go  back  on  it  ? 
much,  much,  much  ; 
''  Deutscher  Advokat "  is  printed 
On  his  sign  ;  whereby  it's  hinted 
That   he's   anxious   to  be  soHd  with 
Dutch,  Dutch,  Dutch. 


But  although  he's  been  snow'd  under 
By  Mageeocratic  thunder. 
Not      Still  he  labors  for  the  Democratic  weal, 
weal,  weal ; 
And  in  judges  nominating, 
Or  big  guns  for  office  slating, 
the      You  will  find  that  he  comes  in  on  many  a 
deal,  deal,  deal. 

(  76  ) 


HENRY  MEYER,  E.S(x 


"PMINENT  among  the  attorneys  whose  mastery  of  the  German  language 
^^  gives  them  a  large  German,  as  well  as  English-speaking  clientage,  is 
Henry  Meyer,  Esq.  Mr.  Meyer  was  born  in  Pittsburg  on  November  26, 
1848.  He  attended  the  common  schools,  and  graduated  successively  at  the 
Iron  City  College  and  the  Western  University.  In  1869  he  went  to  Yale 
College,  and  graduated  there  in  1873.  While  at  Yale  he  distinguished  him- 
self as  an  athlete,  and  was  one  of  the  crack  oarsmen  in  the  college  crew. 
Returning  to  Pittsburg,  he  studied  law  in  the  office  of  Miller  &  McBride. 
F'or  the  better  completion  of  his  studies  he  took  a  one  year's  course  at  Har- 
vard Law  School,  at  the  termination  of  which  he  passed  the  examinations 
with  credit.  Mr.  Meyer  was  now  unusually  well  equipped  for  professional 
practice.  He  was  admitted  to  the  bar  in  October,  1875,  entering  then  upon 
a  career  which  has  since  been  uniformly  marked  with  success. 

In  politics  Mr.  Meyer  is  a  staunch  Democrat,  and  the  soundness  of 
his  judgment,  the  solidity  of  his  attainments,  and  his  high  standing  in  the 
community,  give  him  merited  prominence  in  the  councils  of  his  party.  In 
1883  he  made  a  brilliant  fight  against  W.  D.  Porter,  now  Judge  of  Common 
Pleas  Court  No.  3,  for  the  District  Attorneyship,  and,  despite  the  normally 
heavy  Republican  majority  in  Allegheny  county,  was  defeated  only  by  1500 
votes.  Mr.  Meyer  helped  to  lead  a  forlorn  hope  as  a  candidate  for  Auditor- 
General  in  1 888,  and  again  for  the  State  Senate  against  Hon.  John  N. 
Neel  in  1890.  He  has  served  as  a  member  of  Select  Council  from  the 
Eleventh  ward,  and  takes  an  active  interest  in  securing  a  clean,  well-ordered 
municipal  government.  He  is  now  a  resident  of  the  Second  ward,  Alle- 
gheny, and  is  one  of  the  representatives  from  that  district  in  the  Demo- 
cratic Count}"  Committee. 

(77) 


As  he  stands  behind  the  bar, 
He's  as  stately  as  the  Czar 
Or  the  king  of  Zanzibar 

(Wherever  that  is) . 
If  you've  cash  he'll  sell  you  slews 
Of  the  stuff  that  knocks  the  blues, 
And  it's  many's  the  friendly  booze 

He  deals  out  gratis. 


He's  a  Demoerat,  and  sticks 

Up  for  Foley's  schemes  and  tricks. 

And  gets  in  his  little  hcks 

On  O'Leary ; 
But  it  happened  once  that  Tim 
Made  short  work  of  Pat  and  him 
Through  that  slippery  "d-v-l's  limb," 

Scott  of  Erie. 


He  has  tanglefoot  on  hand 
Of  the  Jack  the  Ripper  brand. 
To  declare  it  wrecks  the  land 

Simply  fudge  is ; 
That's  the  reason  why,  no  doubt, 
He  but  once  went  up  the  spout. 
That  was  when  he  was  knocked  out 

By  the  judges. 


'Twas  in  Grover's  last  campaign 
Here  the  Democrats  went  insane  ; 
They  had  delegates  on  the  brain ; 

Foley  got  'em. 
The  chap  above  credentials  bore. 
But  O'Leary  had  the  floor. 
And  at  Harrisburg  out  the  door 

Timotheus  shot  him. 


In  his  ward— the  Twenty- eighth — 
Every  man  in  him  has  faith  ; 
That's  because  the  prophet  saith 

Wine  is  hunky. 
He  has  served  in  councils,  where 
Chris's  badge  the  boys  all  wear, 
Though  of  him,  he  says,  they  ne'er 

Made  a  monkey. 


But  his  heart  it  never  sinks. 
And  he  keeps  on  selling  drinks, 
While  of  vengeance  still  he  thinks 

On  the  traitor ; 
And  though  Tim  with  all  his  skill 
Labors  yet  to  cure  the  ill 
That  he  wrought,  the  victim  will 

See  him  later. 


(78) 


R  S.  KENNEDY. 


T^  S.  "KENNEDY,  the  Democratic  war-horse  of  the  South  Side,  is  of  Irish 
^^»  parentage,  and  was  born  in  this  State  in  1848.  In  1849  his  parents 
came  to  Pittsburg,  and  it  was  here  that  he  received  his  education,  acquired 
partly  at  the  common  school  and  partly  through  self-tuition.  In  1859  he 
went  to  work  in  a  glass-house,  where  he  learned  the  trade  of  glass-blowing. 
When  the  chimney  blowers'  strike  occurred  in  1877,  he  embarked  in  busi- 
ness for  himself,  going  into  the  wholesale  and  retail  liquor  trade  on  Carson 
Street.  His  success  was  rapid  and  complete.  The  urbanity  of  his  disposi- 
tion, coupled  with  excellent  business  qualifications,  contributed  to  make  his 
house  one  of  the  most  popular  on  the  South  Side,  and  to  place  him  high 
on  the  list  of  prosperous  and  widely-known  business  men. 

Mr.  Kennedy  has  long  been  an  influential  factor  in  Democratic  politics 
in  Allegheny  County,  and  has  been  frequently  honored  by  his  party.  He 
was  elected  to  Common  Council  in  1879,  and  served  until  1887,  one  term 
excepted.  He  then  dropped  out  and  declined  to  become  acandidate  again. 
He  has  been  a  delegate  to  every  Democratic  State  Convention  for  five 
years  past.  His  candidacy  for  State  Delegate  in  1888  was  notable  by  rea- 
son of  his  carrying  the  South  Side  delegation  to  the  local  convention  to  a 
man.  He  is  Vice-President  of  the  County  Democracy,  and  well-known  as  a 
Democratic  organizer. 

Mr.  Kennedy  is  a  man  of  ability  above  the  average,  and  has  broadened 
his  views  by  study  and  travel.      In  1889,  he  made  a  tour  of  Europe. 

(79) 


This  is  a  type  of  the  legal  fraternity. 
Posted  on  all  things  in  time  and  eternity  ; 
Though  but  a  positive  youth  he  appears, 
He's  as  ancient  in  knowledge  as  youthful 
in  years. 


Then  to  the  city  of  Pittsburg  he  hied  him- 
self; 
Down  to  additional  law  study  tied  himself; 
Kept  up  the  grind  at  a  terrible  rate, 
And  was  called  to  our  bar  in  the  year  '88. 


Somerset  county's  his  place  of  nativity  ; 
There  he  developed  his  studious  proclivity  ; 
Rose  above  others  in  talents  so  far 
That  his  folks  set  him  down  as  cut  out  for 
the  bar. 

That's  what  he  wished,  and  before  he  could 
wish  again 

Off  he  was  whirled  to  the  College  of  Mich- 
igan ; 

Browsed  upon  Latin  and  pastured  on 
Greek, 

And  filled  up  on  law  every  day  in  the  week. 

Soon  he  became  for  degrees  a  petitioner  ; 
Got    them,  and  then  was    a    full-fledged 

practitioner ; 
Hugged  to  his  bosom  the  dignity  sweet, 
Wrote  his  name  with  an  "  Esquire,"  and 

grew  a  few  feet. 

(  80 


Little  he  cared  for  invidious  buffeting, 
Seeking  alone  for  occasions  of  profiting  ; 
Clients  came  in  on  a  regular  string. 
And  a  paean  of  joy  he  was  able  to  sing. 

Closely  to  work  as  he's  wont  to  apply  him- 
self. 

Nevertheless  he  finds  time  to  enjoy  him- 
self; 

Now  to  his  favorite  books  he  resorts, 

And  anon  waxes  happy  o'er  out-of-door 
sports. 

Summing  him  up — all  the  habits  and  ways 

of  him 
Warrant  conclusions  embodying  praise  of 

him  ; 
All  who  know  Joseph  must  truly  confess 
That   in  ev'ry  respect  he's  a    Howl'ying 

success. 

) 


JOSEPH   HOWLEY 


JOSEPH  HOWLEY,  Esc^.,  was  born  in  Somerset  County,  Pa.  He  re- 
j  ceived  his  preliminary  education  at  the  common  schools,  and  attended 
both  the  literary  and  law  departments  of  the  University  of  Michigan.  In 
1887  he  was  admitted  to  practice  in  the  Supreme  Court  of  Michigan.  Com- 
ing to  Pittsburg,  Mr.  Howley  continued  the  study  of  law  with  Pier  &  Blair, 
and  in  1888  was  admitted  to  practice  at  the  bar  of  Allegheny  County.  His 
close  application  as  a  student  and  his  assiduity  in  promoting  the  interests  of 
his  clients  bore  fruit  in  securing  for  him  a  large  practice,  and  to-day  his 
name  is  justly  prominent  on  the  list  of  the  younger  members  of  the  legal 
profession. 

Mr.  Howley's  personal  characteristics  include  a  pronounced  literary 
bent  and  a  fondness  for  athletic  sports  developed  naturally  during  his  uni- 
versity career.  Few  men  of  his  years  stand  higher  professionally  and 
socially. 

(81) 


Ancestrally  tied  to  the  town  of  Jerusalem, 

Is  our  friend  in  the  picture — there's  none 

can  bamboozle  him, 

Keen  as  a  razor  and  quick  as  a  flash 

Is  he  in  the  science  of  pihng  up  cash. 

Moses  and  Aaron  were  failures  financially, 
Yet  their  descendant  has  prospered  sub- 
stantially. 
Though  by  birth  he's  a  German  of  gen- 
uine brand, 
He  came  to  the  States  as  the  true  prom- 
ised land. 

On  the  North  Side  he  settled  and,  since 

folks  were  swilling  it — 
Whisky,  we  mean — he  took  to  distilling  it. 
Joined  with  a  firm  that  makes  extra  old 

rye, 
And  straightway  proceeded  to  boom  it 
sky-high. 

In  Freeport  the  bank  has  made  him  its 

president. 
The  works  are  up  there,  though  here  he's 
resident. 
He  bosses  the  business  with  sound  com- 
mon sense. 
And  treats  his  employees  with  kindness 
immense. 

(82 


Allegheny's  Third  ward  picks  him  out  un- 
remittingly 
In  Councils  to  serve,  and  he  does  it  quite 
fittingly ; 
Finance  he  watches  with  laudable  care 
And  gives  ring  officials  full  many  a  scare. 

In  politics  now  quite  strong  his  position  is, 
To  make  laws  for    the  State  his  darling 
ambition,  is ; 
And,  since  he's    a   hustler,  'tis  fair  to 

suppose 
He  may  yet  make  the  riffle  in  triumph— 
who  knows? 

As  a  club  man  he  taxes  his  energies  fear- 

fully. 
Camps  with  political  fishermen  cheerfully, 
Smiles  in  a  business-Uke  way  at  the  bait 
Which  Murph  and  the  rest  of  'em  Hke, 
when  it's  straight. 

The  Concordia,  though,  gets  his  principal 

preference ; 
There  he's  a  pusher  whom  all  treat  with 
deference. 
In   fact,  in   all   quarters    away   up   he 

ranks. 
Except    among    crochety    cold   water 
cranks. 

) 


EMANUEL  WERTHEIMER. 


EMANUEL  WERTHEIMER  is  the  head  and  main-spring  of  the  vast 
business  interests  of  the  firm  of  Guckenheimer  &  Bros.,  the  distillers, 
and  is  one  of  the  most  substantial  and  generally  respected  Hebrew  citizens 
in  the  State  of  Pennsylvania, 

He  was  born  in  Wuertemberg,  Germany,  October  i6,  1834,  and  came 
to  the  United  States  in  1850.  He  settled  in  Pittsburg  at  once,  and  has  been 
established  here  ever  since.  In  1857  he  became  connected  with  the  Guck- 
enheimer firm,  in  which  he  has  since  risen  to  the  chief  place.  Under  his 
judicious  management,  the  Guckenheimer  distillery  at  Freeport,  Pa.,  has 
developed  into  the  largest  and  finest  on  the  American  continent,  and  its 
product  is  famed  the  world  over. 

Mr.  Wertheimer  is  a  resident  of  the  Third  ward,  Allegheny,  and  has 
represented  that  ward  in  Councils  for  thirteen  years,  serving  in  the  Common 
branch  from  1879  to  1889,  and  since  then  in  the  Select  branch.  He  is 
chairman  of  the  finance  committee,  and  exercises  a  powerful  influence  for 
good  in  determining  the  economic  policy  of  the  city  administration.  His 
trained  business  faculty  and  clear  insight  into  affairs  of  legislation  make  him 
an  exceptionally  valuable  representative  of  the  people. 

In  addition  to  supervising  the  city  business  of  the  Guckenheimer  firm, 
Mr.  Wertheimer  manages  the  distillery  at  Freeport,  and  is  president  of  the 
bank  at  that  place. 

He  is  a  genial,  courteous  gentleman,  liberal  in  his  views  and  philan- 
thropical  of  disposition.  The  Concordia  Club  in  Allegheny  owes  much  to 
his  inspiration,  and  he  is  never  behind-hand  in  contributing  to  deserving 
charities  and  seconding  public  enterprises, 

(83) 


When  Blackstone  finished  up  the  grind 

Upon  his  legal  tome, 
It  never  dawned  upon  his  mind 

That  yet  a  day  would  come 
When  one  small,  unpretentious  head 

Would  hold  it  all,  but  lo  ! 
There's  one  who's  got  old  Blackstone  dead, 

His  phiz  above  we  show. 


A  glorious  thing  it  is  to  see 

Him  plead  a  knotty  case  ; 
He  drives  a  witness  up  a  tree. 

And  knocks  him  off  his  base. 
The  judge  with  arguments  he  hits. 

The  jury  with  display, 
And  when  a  rival  downs  him  it's 

A  very  frigid  day. 


His  features  strength  of  mind  express 

And  latent  power  to  fight ; 
'Tis  easy  from  their  cast  to  guess 

That  he's  an  Israelite. 
That  hasal  curve  you'd  vainly  seek 

In  non-Semitic  folks ; 
The  Galway  that  adorns  his  cheek 

High  compliments  evokes. 


In  politics  he  takes  a  hand. 

And  shows  he's  not  a  chump  ; 
He's  been  a  county  chairman,  and 

He's  lightning  on  the  stump. 
A  stalwart  he,  from  A  to  Z ; 

No  matter  who's  on  top, 
He's  faithful  to  the  G.  O.  P., 

And  ne'er  was  known  to  flop. 


He's  very  largely  in  demand. 

And  earns  tremendous  fees  ; 
The  Hebrews  flock  from  ev'ry  hand 

With  ev'ry  kind  of  pleas. 
But  Hebrews  don't  monopolize 

His  time  and  brains — oh,  no, 
All  sects  his  office  patronize. 

And  get  a  quid p7-o  quo. 


Alas,  that  Moses  can't  get  here. 

To  witness  for  a  spell. 
How  in  this  lawyer  reappear 

The  hopes  of  Israel. 
Among  the  great  men  of  the  day. 

He  proudly  takes  his  stand, 
And  hence  of  him  it's  safe  to  say. 

He's  reached  the  promised  land. 

\) 


JOSIAH  COHEN. 


JOSIAH  COHEN,  Esq.,  the  leading  Hebrew  lawyer  of  the  State  of 
Pennsylvania,  was  born  at  London,  England,  November  29,  1841.  He 
studied  law  with  Kirkpatrick  &  Mellon,  was  admitted  to  the  bar  in  January, 
1866,  and  has  since  conducted  a  successful  civil  practice.  Mr.  Cohen 
stands  very  high  in  his  profession,  and  has  a  large  clientage.  He  is  an 
orator  of  unusual  power,  and  ranks  among  the  most  efficient  platform  ex- 
ponents of  Republican  doctrine.  His  service  on  the  stump  covers  a  period 
of  over  twenty  years.  He  is  an  active  member  of  the  Republican  county 
committee,  and  has  served  as  chairman  of  that  body  and  of  some  important 
conventions,  and  in  1884  was  a  Blaine  elector. 

Mr.  Cohen  was  the  first  of  the  Hebrew  race  admitted  to  the  Allegheny 
County  bar,  and  although  many  of  his  brethren  have  since  entered  the  pro- 
fession here,  he  still  remains  the  most  distinguished  type  of  the  intellectual 
power  and  other  admirable  faculties  of  the  descendants  of  the  "chosen 
people."  He  is  closely  identified  with  the  leading  Jewish  organizations 
throughout  the  United  States,  and  is  Vice-President  of  the  great  order  of 
•  B'nai  Brith  (Sons  of  the  Covenant),  an  order,  the  membership  of  which  ex- 
tends through  all  parts  of  the  country.  He  is  also  Vice-President  of  the 
Union  of  American  Hebrew  Congregations,  which  organized  the  Hebrew 
Union  College,  of  Cincinnati,  as  well  as  being  a  member  of  the  Executive 
Committee  of  the  American  Jewish  Publication  Society. 

(  85  ) 


Go  search  the  world  over  and  pass  in  re- 
view 
The  hostelries  famous  the  universe  through, 

And  the  upshot  we  rightly  foretell, 
When  we  say  that  you'll  nowhere  a  Boni- 
face meet 
Ahead  of  this  gent,  who  on  Liberty  street, 
Conducts  a  palatial  hotel. 

In  Paris   and  London,  Berlin  and    New- 
York, 
Hotelmen   get   in   with   adroitness    their 
work. 
And  some  of  them  really  excel, 
But,  bless  you  !  the  best  of  'em  isn't  a  patch 
On  their  rival  in  Pittsburg,  for  how  could 
they  match 
The  Pittsburger's  corking  hotel. 

For  lo  !  since  he  came  in  the  year  '88, 
Singled  out,  as  it  were,  by  the  finger  of  fate 

Applause  as  a  host  to  compel, 
He  has  lifted  the  house  to  a  plane  of  suc- 
cess 
That  inspires  the  beholder  with  awe  to  con- 
fess 
That  the  world    couldn't   spare  this 
hotel. 

(86 


His  waiters,  the  pink  of  perfection  they  are, 
And  the  artist  in  drinks  who  presides  at 

the  bar 
Is  the  howlingest  kind  of  a  swell. 
While  the  clerks — here  we  pause — words 

are  pow'rless  to  praise 
Those  beings  majestic,  with  diamonds  that 

blaze. 
Shedding   radiance    throughout    the 

hotel. 

Our  Boniface  comes  of  that  go-ahead  race, 
The    Scotch-Irish,  who   when   they  give 
fortune  a  chase 
Show  a  vigor  that  nothing  can  quell, 
And  though  he  is  calm,  and  no  ardor  re- 
veals. 
He's  with  business  imbued  from  his  head 
to  his  heels, 
And  it  shows  in  his  stunning  hotel. 

He  lives  where  he  labors,  in  elegant  style, 
And  steadily  watches  the  growth  of  his  pile 

As  if  by  a  magical  spell. 
To  the  poor  and  the  needy  he  gives  from 

his  store, 
And  hence  evil  fortune  ne'er  passes  the  door 

Of  this  favorite  Pittsburg  hotel. 

) 


B.  C.  WILLSON. 


^^1\ /TINE  HOST"  WILLSON,  of  the  Seventh  Avenue  Hotel,  is  of  Scotch- 
^^^-  Irish  extraction,  and  inherits  the  best  traits  of  his  ancestry — thrift, 
industry,  and  shrewdness  in  business  affairs.  He  was  born  in  Washington 
County.  Ohio,  and  came  to  Pittsburg  in  1868,  when  he  became  connected 
with  the  Leechburg  Iron  Works  and  the  Chartiers  Iron  and  Steel  Company. 
In  1888  he  severed  his  connection  with  those  concerns  and  became  proprie- 
tor of  the  hotel,  his  management  of  which  has  since  proved  conspicuously 
successful. 

The  Seventh  Avenue  Hotel  is  the  largest  in  Pittsburg,  having  accom- 
modations for  entertaining  350  guests  without  in  the  least  overtaxing  its 
resources.  It  is  located  at  the  corner  of  Seventh  Avenue  and  Liberty 
street,  and  is  two  squares  from  the  Union  Station,  and  closely  contiguous  to 
all  the  theatres  and  other  places  of  public  resort.  The  hotel  has  two  pas- 
senger elevators  and  a  large  and  well-fitted  dining-room,  and  the  entire 
building  has  been  equipped  with  all  modern  conveniences,  electric  lights, 
etc.  The  apartments  are  provided  with  bath-rooms,  natural  gas,  and  incan- 
descent lights,  and  are  supplied  throughout  with  the  finest  furniture,  made 
from  special  designs  for  the  hotel. 

Everything  in  the  equipment  of  the  establishment  is  of  the  very  best, 
from  the  table  and  sleeping  arrangements  to  the  minutiae  of  the  house,  and 
this  is  so  well  known  throughout  the  country  that  the  Seventh  Avenue 
Hotel  is  the  headquarters  for  commercial  men  staying  in  Pittsburg.  The 
reputation  of  the  house  and  the  popularity  of  the  proprietor  have  achieved 
this  gratifying  result. 

(87) 


WILLIAM   WEIHE    AND    JOSEPH    EVANS. 

The  industrial  question's  a  hard    one  to  Each    one    of    these    chaps    is    officially 

solve,  bound 

And  points  that  are  puzzling  it's  known  to  To  keep  things  a-moving  the  whole  season 

involve ;  round  : 

So,  to  clear  the  thing  up,  we  have  placed  So,  when  one  fuss  is  over,  and  peace  is 

upon  view  begot, 

In  our  picture  the  long  and  the  short  of  it,  They  stir   up  another   to  keep  the  mill 

too.  hot. 

On  the  one  hand,  six  feet  and  a  half  of  In  easy  chairs  lolling  Havanas  they  puff, 

sound  sense.  And  deplore  that  the  lot  of  a  toiler's  so 

A  brawny  colossus  quite  free  from  pretense.  rough. 

With  capital's  cohorts  he  copes  without  While  reports  they  grind  out  in  the  sweat 
fear,  of  their  brow. 

And  they  say,  in  his  way,  he  is  really  sin-  Giving  capital  fits,  as  full  well  they  know 
cere.  how. 


On  the  other,  five  feet  of  importance  and  Each  hopes  yet  to  shine  as  a  statesman  of 

nerve,  note 

Always  ready  the  cause  with  his  jaw  to  By   the    help    of    the   mighty    industrial 

subserve.  vote ; 

In  debate  or  in  action  he's  rampant  alike.  So,  with  all  of  the  hard-handed  class  they 
And  is  never  so  glad  as  when  bossing  a  stand  in, 

strike.  And  expect  later  on  a  bonanza  to  win. 

(88) 


JOHN    R.  MURPHY. 

If  you  live  on  the  North  Side,  you'll  drop  Ah,  those  were  the  halcyon'days  for  this 

right  away  chap. 

To  the  cut  of  this  gentleman's  jib,  He  remembers  them  now  with  a  sigh. 

And  confess  that  correctly  his  character  What  a  pleasure  it  was  to  catch  on  to  a 

gay  snap 

Is  described  in  this  lyrical  squib.  By  letting  folks  close  up  his  eye. 


From  boyhood  a  ward  politician  he's  been. 
Hanging  on  to  a  boss's  coat-tail, 

Though  of  late  a  high  prize  he  has  man- 
aged to  win, 
Which  has  raised  him  a  peg  in  the  scale. 

He  was  once  a  detective  and — this  is  the 
truth — 
He  displayed  such  phenomenal  skill, 
And  enacted  so  ably  the  role  of  Old  Sleuth 
That  folks  smile  at  the  thought   of   it 
still. 

The  crooks  and  the  public  alike,  it  is  said, 
Were  so  pleased  with  his  qualities  rare. 

That,  as  soon  as  the  coppers  were  minus 
a  head, 
He  was  giver^-the  job  by  the  mayor. 

(« 


There  was  fun  in  those  times,  for  the  gam- 
blers were  flush, 

And  the  mansions  of  shady  repute 
Stood  in,  as  did  also  the  sellers  of  lush, 

And  they  voted  our  hero  a  "  beaut." 

Things  have  changed  in   the  meantime  ; 
the  city  is  drest 
In  a  new  suit  of  second-class  clothes, 
And,  in  line  of  promotion,  his  Nobs  with 
the  rest 
To  a  still  higher  dignity  rose. 

When  we  witness  what  power  and  what 
honors  are  his. 
Acknowledge  the  moral  we  must. 
That  the  man  who  would  prosper  should 
stick  to  his  biz. 
And  be  slick  in  discharging  his  tnist. 


There  is  much  to  admire  in 

The  things  that  environ 
This  worthy,  like  samples  of  choice  bric-a-brac. 

In  a  manner  the  smartest 

Our  ax-swinging  artist 
At  the  grocery  trade  takes  a  desperate  whack. 

While,  above  it  all  looming, 

The  grocer  assuming 
An  air  of  commercial  importance  is  seen. 

With  what  cares  he  is  weighted 

His  brow  corrugated 
Attests,  for  o'erloaded  with  business  he's  been. 


Yet  although  he's  thus  saddled. 

And  mentally  addled 
With  buying  and  selling  and  similar  cares. 

He  still  finds  a  measure 

Of  casual  leisure 
To  help  in  the  running  of  public  affairs. 

The  people  elect  him 

From  fraud  to  protect  'em 
In  Councils,  where  schemers  and  plotters  abound; 

The  ringsters  detest  him. 

So  sorely  he's  pressed  'em. 
And  wish  he  was  planted  in  six  feet  of  ground. 


What  with  tea  and  with  coffee. 

With  loaves  big  and  puffy. 
And  sugar  that's  guiltless  of  sand  intermixed ; 

What  with  flour  and  potatoes, 

Canned  goods  and  tomatoes. 
And  window  exhibits  with  prices  affixed; 

What  with  hams  and  with  salad. 

And  butter  that's  pallid, 
And  people  that  never  will  square  up  their  books, 

It's  really  a  wonder 

He  doesn't  go  under : 
That  he  can't  stand  the  racket  you'd  judge  from 
his  looks. 

( 


But  he's  bold  as  a  lion 

And  keeps  a  close  eye  on 
The  dodges  of  Chris  and  the  capers  of  Doc. 
He's  down  upon  shamming 

And  William  Flinn  flamming. 
And  poor  farm  sculduggery  he  labors  to  knock. 

He's  so  square  and  undaunted. 

For  Mayor  he's  been  wanted. 
And  it  will  not  be  strange  if  he's  talked  of  again; 

For  there  isn't  a  warmer. 

More  earnest  reformer, 
In  a  town  which  can  boast  of  but  few  honest 


90) 


J.  C.  O'DONNELL. 

THIS  notable  exponent  of  reform  in  municipal  government  hails  from  the 
neighborhood  of  Millerstown,  in  Butler  County,  where  he  was  born  in 
1835.  About  nine  years  later  he  moved  with  his  parents  to  Brady's  Bend. 
He  was  educated  in  the  common  schools  of  Armstrong  County,  and  subse- 
quently, in  the  same  county,  he  worked  at  glass  furnaces  and  in  a  rolling  mill. 

In  1854  he  came  to  Pittsburg  and  secured  employment  as  a  roller  in 
Zug,  Lindsay  &  Co.'s  mill.  He  worked  afterwards  as  a  puddler  in  the  mills 
of  Shoenberger  &  Co.  and  of  Graff  &  Woods. 

In  1866  he  went  into  the  grocery  business  opposite  to  the  location 
where  he  is  now  established  (No.  3340  Penn  Ave.),  and  built  up  a  lucrative 
trade. 

Mr.  O'Donnell's  political  history  is  a  record  of  consistent,  strenuous  op- 
position to  misgovernment  in  all  its  phases.  He  is  a  Democrat  in  principle, 
and  in  practice  a  strictly  honorable  representative  of  the  people  at  large. 
For  seven  years  prior  to  1882  he  represented  the  Fifteenth  ward  in  Councils. 
His  removal  to  the  Sixteenth  ward  lost  him  his  seat  in  that  body,  and  eight 
years  elapsed  before  he  was  again  elected.  Since  his  return  to  Common 
Council  in  1890  he  has  been  especially  prominent  as  the  champion  of  re- 
trenchment and  reform,  and  his  voice  is  always  uplifted  and  his  vote  cast 
against  "jobs,"  wastefulness,  and  the  fostering  of  monopolies  at  the  people's 
expense. 

Hence  at  the  February  elections  of  this  year  ( 1 892 )  the  powers  that 
control  the  municipal  government  strained  every  nerve  to  defeat  him,  and 
the  Sixteenth  ward  became  the  scene  of  one  of  the  hardest  fought  battles 
that  ever  occurred  in  Pittsburg.  The  result  was  a  splendid  victory  for  the 
defender  of  the  people's  rights. 

Mr.  O'Donnell  has  been  frequently  mentioned  for  Mayor,  and  was  once 
a  candidate  for  the  nomination.  Of  late,  however,  he  refuses  to  let  his  name 
be  used  in  connection  with  that  or  any  other  public  position  of  emolument. 

(9O 


Of  gentlemen  who  nourish 
Hopes  in  public  life  to  flourish 
There   are   more   around    our   city  than 
you'd  ever  shake  a  stick  at, 
But  of  all  the  aggregation, 
Few  have  reason  for  elation 
Like  the  candidate  who's  running  on  the 
Straight-out  county  ticket. 

He's  a  hustler  from  away  back, 
Never,  never  would  he  stay  back 
From  a  legal  undertaking,  but,  as  active  as 
a  cricket. 
He'd  jump  in  wherever  wanted 
And  present  a  front  undaunted, 
As  he's  doing  just  at  present  on  the 
Straight-out  county  ticket. 

Horny-handed  chaps  admire  him 
And  professionally  hire  him 
When  capital  sees  fit  the  sons  of  toil  to 
take  a  lick  at ; 

(92 


Then,  great  Scott !  you  ought  to  hear  him^ 
His  opponents  can't  come  near  him 
Any  more  than  they  can  swipe  him  on  the 
Straight-out  county  ticket. 

His  opponent,  CI ry  B h, 

Must  get  up  exceeding  early 
If  he  hopes  to   make  the  riffle  with  his 
candidacy  wicked ; 
Which,  backed  by  Tim  O'Leary, 
Makes  Republicans  quite  weary 
And  has  forced  the  nomination  of  the 
Straight-out  county  ticket. 

Where  our  man's  a  residenter — 
Down  at  Emsworth,  it's  a  center 
Of  enthusiasm  marvelous ;  'tis  wonderful 
how  quick  it 
Spread  from  there  till  all  the  quarters 
Of  the  compass  yield  supporters 
Who  will  certainly  elect  him  on  the 

Straight-out  county  ticket. 
) 


L.  K.  PORTER. 


T  GUIS  KOSSUTH  PORTER  is  a  resident  of  Emsworth,  where  his  fam- 
^  ily  has  long  stood  in  high  repute.  He  is  a  son  of  David  Porter,  Esq., 
and  was  born  at  Bellevue,  May  15,  1856.  He  laid  the  ground-work  of  his 
education  in  the  public  schools,  and  completed  his  studies  at  Mt.  Union 
College,  O.,  where  he  graduated  with  honor  at  the  age  of  22.  In  Decem- 
ber, 1880,  he  was  admitted  to  the  bar,  and  shortly  afterwards  formed  a  part- 
nership with  W.  L.  Bird,  Esq.,  which  was  maintained  until  1887.  Since  that 
time  Mr.  Porter  has  practiced  independently,  and  he  has  built  up  a  reputa- 
tion second  to  none  among  the  younger  members  of  the  bar.  His  fearless- 
ness in  the  pursuit  of  duty,  his  conspicuous  ability  and  his  earnest  attention 
to  detail,  have  suggested  him  naturally  as  a  fit  subject  for  advancement. 
Hence,  on  more  than  one  occasion  when  the  Republican  party  was  in 
danger  of  nominating  undesirable  candidates,  he  has  been  solicited  by  some 
of  the  ablest  and  most  conservative  members  of  the  bar  to  run  independ- 
ently, but  this  consistent  partisanship  prohibited  his  doing. 

In  the  summer  of  1891,  however,  when  the  celebrated  fusion  ticket  for 
the  judiciary  and  the  district  attorneyship  was  put  up,  Mr,  Porter  came  for- 
ward as  the  "Straight-out"  Republican  candidate  for  district  attorney,  and 
received  flattering  support,  his  vote  falling  little  short  of  20,000. 

Mr.  Porter  has  practiced  in  all  the  courts,  but  particularly  in  the  crimi- 
nal and  license  courts.  He  is  frequently  called  upon  to  represent  the  labor 
interest  in  cases  of  importance,  and  has  a  host  of  strong  friends  among  that 
■element. 

(93) 


Adonis,  they  say,  was  surprisingly  handsome. 

But  above  is  a  youth  who  is  handsomer  still; 
His  raven  mustaches  are  worth  a  king's  ransom,^ 
And  the  smile  that  he  cracks — well,  it's  just  fit 
to  kill. 
He's   a   lawyer    by   trade    and    no    slouch   of  a 
pleader. 
His   jaw    he    can    wag    and   his    arms   he   can 
wave. 
Which,  as  every  one  knows,  are  the  signs  of  a 
leader 
Who  to  honors  forensic  the  high  road  would 
pave. 

The  political  sharpers  in  old  Allegheny 

Were  tickled  so  much  by  his  personal  grace 
That  they  bid  him  step  in  where  the  chances  were 

many, 
And    bag    a    soft    snap  on    the    strength  of   his 

face. 
The  Councils  he  struck,  and  they  made  him  ad- 
viser- 
in-chief  to  the  town  with  a  neat  little  sal, 
Which  made  him  feel  big  as  a  king  or  a  kaiser, 
And  suited  the  ringsters  who  wanted  a  pal. 


When  the  North  Side  a  second-class  ticket  was 
claiming, 
His  Nobs  was  the  center  of  clamor  profuse; 
Such  a  queer  lot  of  acts  he  succeeded  in  framing, 
That  Old  Nicholas  himself  was  in  Councils  let 
loose. 
But  he  knew  he  was  solid  and  couldn't  be  hum- 
bled. 
And  acts  upon  acts  he  drew  up  by  the  score, 
Till  he'd  drafted  so  many  he  got  them  all  jumbled, 
Then  he  hired  other  lawyers,  who  drafted  some 
more. 


The  second-class  ticket  was  finally  granted, 
And  he  failed  not  the  whole  of  the  credit  to 
claim; 
And  that's  why  to-day  he  is  solidly  planted 

On  the  uppermost  rung  of  the  ladder  of  fame. 
If  thus   he  keeps  on,  who  knows  where  he'll  be 
stopping? 
For  his  nerve  is  so  great  that    he  never  will 
blench. 
There  is  even  a  chance  that  some  day  he'll  be 
dropping 
His  work  at  the  bar  to  climb  up  on  the  bench. 

94) 


GEORGE   ELPHINSTONE. 


GEORGE  ELPHINSTONE  was  born  in  Baltimore,  Md.,  February  5,  1852, 
and  came  to  Allegheny  City  in  i860.  He  was  educated  at  Washing- 
ton and  Jefferson  College,  leaving  that  institution  in  the  senior  year.  He 
studied  law  under  John  Emery,  was  admitted  to  the  bar  in  October,  1877, 
and  has  been  practising  ever  since.  On  April  i,  1888,  he  was  elected  City 
Attorney  of  Allegheny,  and  he  has  achieved  considerable  distinction  by  his 
able  discharge  of  the  duties  of  that  office. 

During  the  first  ten  years  of  his  professional  career,  Mr.  Elphinstone  was 
employed  in  a  large  number  of  homicide  cases,  notable  among  these  being 
the  "Bloody"  Abernethy  case  in  1878  and  the  case  of  Mrs.  Bunnell  in  1887. 
Mrs.  Bunnell  was  charged  with  poisoning  her  nephew,  Eddie  Thaw,  a  rela- 
tive of  the  late  William  Thaw,  and  the  prominence  of  the  parties  concerned 
gave  the  trial  an  exceptionally  sensational  character.  Mr.  Elphinstone  ap- 
peared in  this  case  for  the  prosecution. 

In  the  Abernethy  case  he  appeared  for  the  defense.  Abernethy  was 
tried  for  the  murder  of  "  Curley  "  Leslie.  He  was  convicted,  the  jury  bring- 
ing in  a  first-degree  verdict.  Mr,  Elphinstone  took  the  case  to  the  Supreme 
Court,  and  made  an  argument  lasting  two  hours,  which  led  to  the  settlement 
of  several  important  points  of  law  relating  to  criminal  evidence.  The  ver- 
dict was  reduced  to  second  degree,  and  Justice  Sharswood  sent  for  Mr. 
Elphinstone  and  publicly  complimented  him, 

Mr.  Elphinstone  was  also  engaged  in  the  prosecution  of  the  boodling 
Allegheny  officials.  Market  Clerk  Hastings  and  Mayor  Wyman,  both  of 
whom  were  convicted  and  sent  to  jail. 

Although  yet  a  young  man,  his  record  compares  favorably  with  that  of 
the  oldest  and  most  famous  practitioners  at  the  Allegheny  County  bar. 

(95) 


In  the  ranks  of  the  men  who  stand  highest 

In  jurisprudential  pursuits, 
The  brainiest,  shrewdest  and  slyest 

In  managing  legal  disputes, 
There  is  one  whom  but  few  can  compare 
with, 

His  notion  of  law's  no  burlesque. 
For  in  pleading,  the  blows  he  gets  there 
with 

Are  thoroughly  Sullivanesque. 

'Twas  in  Butler,  that  region  romantic. 

Where  mines  saponaceous  exist. 
That  he  mastered  with  efforts  gigantic, 

The  law's  every  turning  and  twist. 
He  strove  for  a  lofty  ideal. 

And — this  he  need  never  regret — 
Through  the  medium  of  bonds  hymeneal, 

Caught  on  with  the  Pittsburg  Gazette. 

Six  years  in  our  courts  he's  been  pounding 

Away,  with  the  best  of  returns  ; 
As  a  worker  his  grit  is  astounding 

And  petty  retainers  he  spurns. 
In  the  federal  courts  and  the  civil 

Alike  you  will  find  him  on  hand, 
Knocking  out  cheap  practitioners'  drivel 

With  the  genuine  law  of  the  land. 

( 


For  office  he  has  no  ambition 

Though  sure  to  get  there,  if  he  chose ; 
He  holds  that  a  pure  politician 

His  chances  of  fortune  foregoes. 
Yet  in  '80,  when  Garfield  was  running. 

He  sent  our  man  out  on  the  stump, 
And  he  showed  such  rhetorical  cunning, 

That  the  Buckeyes  proclaimed  him  a 
trump. 

Though  pre-occupied  with  his  profession 

And  buried  in  documents  dull, 
Yet  to  pleasure  he  makes  a  concession 

Which  cannot  his  business  annul. 
Sweet  music  enlists  his  artistic 

Emotions  and  sets  them  aglow. 
While  his  better  half 's  gems  pianistic 

He  seconds  with  fiddle  and  bow. 

Now  here  is  a  moral  veracious  : 

If  in  law  you  would  fain  make  a  hit, 
Study  up  near  the  mines  saponaceous, 

And  emigrate  after  a  bit. 
Make     speeches    where     Buckeyes     are 
plenty. 

Stand  in  with  the  ancient  Gazette, 
And  we'll  bet  you  a  hundred  to  twenty. 

You'll  be  the  boss  barrister  yet. 
96) 


CHARLES  A.  SULLIVAN. 


/""^HARLES  A.  SULLIVAN,  Esq.,  was  born  at  Butler,  Pa.,  November  26, 
V^  1846.  His  father,  Charles  C.  Sullivan,  was  a  lawyer  of  national  repu- 
tation and  practiced  in  the  principal  courts  of  Pennsylvania  for  about  35 
years.  He  was  an  Abolitionist  and  a  fearless  Whig.  He  died  in  i860. 
Mr.  Sullivan's  mother,  nee  Susan  Catharine  Seltzer,  was  of  German  extrac- 
tion and  a  native  of  Lebanon  County,  Pa.  Patrick  O'Sullivan,  the  paternal 
great-grandfather  of  the  present  representative  of  the  race,  came  from  the 
north  of  Ireland,  and  landed  in  Virginia  early  in  the  17th  century. 

Charles  A.  Sullivan  was  educated  at  Nazareth  Hall,  the  Moravian 
school  at  Nazareth,  Northampton  County,  Pa.,  from  i860  to  1863,  and  was 
a  pupil  at  the  Military  School  at  West  Chester,  Chester  County,  from  1863 
to  1867.  In  1868  he  read  law  at  Butler  with  Judge  James  Bredin,  and  in 
1870  he  was  admitted  to  the  bar.  In  the  same  year  he  was  married  to  the 
youngest  daughter  of  General  George  W.  Reed,  of  Butler,  sister  of  Nelson 
P.,  George  W.,  and  Joseph  P.  Reed,  formerly  of  the  Pittsburg  Conimercial- 
Ga::ette. 

In  1886  Mr.  Sullivan  came  to  Pittsburg,  and  soon  became  known  here 
as  an  "  all-round  "  lawyer,  engaged  in  active  practice  in  all  the  courts. 

The  late  President  Garfield  was  an  intimate  friend  of  Mr.  Sullivan's, 
and  during  the  campaign  of  1880  sent  him  on  the  stump  into  Ohio  and  In- 
diana. The  young  lawyer's  wit,  originality  and  fund  of  anecdote,  often 
couched  in  genuine  Irish  brogue,  won  for  him  the  title  of  "  The  Young  Irish 
Patrick  Henry  of  Pittsburg."  Despite  his  power  of  dramatic  oratory,  Mr. 
Sullivan  prefers  to  stick  to  the  law  rather  than  chase  the  will-o'-the-wisp  of 
political  advancement. 

During  his  academic  days,  Mr.  Sullivan  was  noted  as  a  classical  scholar 
and  a  lover  of  history.  Euclid  was  also  a  hobby  of  his,  and  he  added  to 
the  sum  of  his  accomplishments  the  mastery  of  the  German  language  and 
of  the  violin.  His  wife  being  a  fine  pianist,  they  spend  many  happy  musical 
moments  together. 

While  at  the  Chester  Military  School,  Mr.  Sullivan  was  captain  of  a 
military  company  and  an  adept  in  all  athletic  exercises.  He  has  main- 
tained the  physique  thus  built  up,  and  is  to-day  as  straight  as  a  rush. 
Eagle  eyes  and  a  Roman  nose  make  his  face  one  that  would  attract  atten- 
tion among  a  thousand. 

Since  he  came  to  the  Allegheny  County  bar,  in  April,  1886,  Mr.  Sulli- 
van has  been  engaged  in  the  trial  of  many  important  cases — civil,  criminal 
and  equity.  He  is  an  indefatigable  worker,  guided  by  an  indomitable  will, 
and  will  fight  every  inch  of  ground  for  a  meritorious  client. 

(97) 


CAPT.  CHAS.  W.  BATCHELOR. 


AMONG  the  pillars  of  the  river  industry  in  Western  Pennsylvania,  Captain 
Charles  W.  Batchelor  sidinds  facile  pri7iceps.  Captain  Batchelor  comes 
of  sturdy  American  stock.  He  was  born  in  Steubenville,  O.,  in  1823,  and 
received  his  early  education  at  private  schools  in  his  native  town.  In  1841 
he  apprenticed  himself  on  a  Wheeling  steamboat  to  learn  to  be  a  pilot.  In 
1845  he  became  a  full  pilot,  and  in  1849  he  bought  the  interest  of  Captain 
John  Klinefelter  in  the  steamer  Hibernia  No.  2,  of  the  Pittsburg  and  Cin- 
cinnati Packet  line,  and  assumed  command.  In  1853,  he  took  command  of 
the  famous  Allegheny  in  the  same  line,  and  in  1854,  he  built  the  Americus 
for  the  Pittsburg  and  Nashville  trade.  In  1855,  the  Americus  burned,  and 
he  left  the  river  to  become  the  active  Vice-President  of  the  Eureka  Insurance 
Company  of  Pittsburg,  and  acted  as  the  general  agent  in  setting  marine 
losses.  In  1861,  he  was  appointed  by  President  Lincoln  as  Surveyor  of  the 
Port  and  United  States  Depository  at  Pittsburg,  in  which  dual  capacity  he 
continued  until  September,  1866,  when  he  was  removed  by  President  John- 
son on  account  of  his  political  opinions ;  Captain  Batchelor  being  an  un- 
compromising Republican — in  fact,  one  of  the  founders  of  the  Republican 

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party.  During  his  official  career  he  disbursed  over  one  hundred  million 
dollars,  and  wound  up  with  the  Government  in  his  debt.  It  was  during  this 
period  that  his  ability  as  an  organizer  of  public  enterprises  was  first  mani- 
fested. In  1864,  mainly  through  his  instrumentality,  the  Pittsburg  Sanitary 
Fair  for  the  relief  of  sick  and  wounded  soldiers  was  organized  and  carried 
out  with  magnificent  success.  He  was  a  personal  friend  of  President  Lin- 
coln ;  was  a  delegate  to  the  convention  which  nominated  Lincoln,  and  when 
the  President  passed  through  Pittsburg  on  the  way  to  be  inaugurated,  Cap- 
tain Batchelor  escorted  him  in  company  with  Mrs.  Lincoln  to  the  train. 
The  President  had  been  threatened  with  assassination,  and  was  going  by  an 
unusual  route  to  avoid  danger.  "When  I  got  him  and  his  party  in  the 
car,"  writes  Captain  Batchelor,  "I  said,  'Good-bye,  Mr.  President;  may  the 
Lord  love  you  as  the  people  do.'  He  held  my  hand  for  a  minute,  and  said, 
'What  is  that?  Say  that  again?'  I  repeated  it,  and  then  bid  them  all  good- 
bye." The  President's  coolness  in  the  hour  of  danger,  and  his  faculty  of 
interesting  himself  in  passing  manifestations  of  popular  sentiment  made  a 
profound  impression  on  the  mind  of  the  loyal  Pittsburger. 

In  1867,  Captain  Batchelor  became  President  of  the  Eagle  Cotton  Mills 
Company,  and  continued  in  that  position  until  1873.  He  was  President  of  the 
Masonic  Bank  from  1868  until  1884,  when  he  resigned  to  become  acting 
Vice-President  of  the  Keystone  Bank  and  President  of  the  Pittsburgh  Petro- 
leum Exchange.  He  is  now  President  of  the  Merchants'  and  Manufacturers- 
Insurance  Company,  and  also  of  the  Natural  Gas  Company  of  West  Vir- 
ginia, and  Secretary  and  Treasurer  of  the  Natural  Gas  Company,  Limited, 
of  Pittsburg,  which  inaugurated  the  use  of  gas  for  manufacturing  purposes 
in  1875. 

In  1885,  he  was  made  Chairman  of  the  Committee  of  Arrangements  and 
Commodore  of  the  Fleet,  for  the  celebration  of  the  opening  of  Davis  Island 
Dam. 

Captain  Batchelor  is  one  of  the  most  prominent  Masons  in  the  United 
States,  having  received  the  highest  degree  that  can  be  conferred.  He  was 
Right  Eminent  Grand  Commander  of  the  Knights  Templar  of  Pennsylvania 
in  1883-4. 

His  has  been  a  life  of  rectitude  and  usefulness  to  his  fellow  men,  and  it 
has  been  deservedly  crowned  with  prosperity  and  with  the  world's  appro- 
bation. 

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South  Siders  say, 
Don't  you  know  this  gay 
And  popular  physician? 
In  ward  Twenty-six 
He  gets  in  his  licks, 
And  is  very  much  in  requisition. 
He  combines  good  humor  with  the  best  of  skill. 
Cracks  merry,  merry  jests  when  he  compounds  a 

pill, 
And  is  merriest  of  all  when  he  presents  his  bill, 
Which  he  does  with  great  precision. 

He  bears  the  brand 
Of  a  foreign  land; 
He's  a  real  Franco-Dutch  Alsatian; 
But  his  prejudices  blind 
He  wisely  left  behind 
When  he  came  to  join  the  Yankee  nation. 
He  studied  for  a  doctor  till  he'd  learned  enough 
In  a  Cincinnati  college,  where  they  cram  and  stuff; 
Then   he  went   across   to   Strasburg,  where   they 
polished  him  off 
In  shape  to  make  a  reputation. 


The  Birminghamites 
He  got  dead  to  rights 
Till  his  headpiece  was  expanded; 
Whereupon  he  made  a  break 
For  an  office-holding  stake, 
And  the  prize  adroitly  landed. 
In  the  School  Board,  Councils,  and  the  Senate  of 
the  State, 


(J 


And  the  old  Board  of  Health,  he  served  with  ele- 
gance so  great 

That  he  wanted  to  be  may'r,  but  there  the  hand 
of  fate 
Interfered,  and  he  thus  was  stranded. 

Twice  o'er  the  ring 
Refused  to  swing 
The  delegates  that  he  needed : 
"  If  I  can't  be  may'r,"  he  said, 
"  By  the  nose  I  won't  be  led," 
So  from  politics  he  then  receded. 
Unlike  Doc  Barchfeld,  who  went  over  to  Quay, 
When  the  gang  wouldn't  let  him  always  have  his 

own  way, 
Our  man  dropped  out  and  stuck  to  practicing  for 

pay, 

Wherein  he  has  extensively  succeeded. 


Eight  years  have  passed 
Since  aside  he  cast 
His  political  pretensions. 

And  his  freedom  now  from  care 
He's  accustomed  to  declare 
Brings  him  happiness  of  large  dimensions. 
He  keeps  fast  horses — they're  a  hobby  that  he's 

.got. 
When  Magee  gives  orders,  to  the  front  he  needn't 

trot, 
And  it's  safe  to  say  he  wouldn't  now  exchange 
his  lot 
For  a  cinch  upon  a  dozen  of  conventions. 

OO  ) 


.  DR.  M.  A.  ARNHOLT. 

T  TNTIL  within  a  few  years  past,  one  of  the  most  familiar  faces  in  the  Pitts- 
^  burg  Council  chambers  and  in  the  Legislative  halls  at  Harrisburg  was 
that  of  Dr.  M.  A.  Arnholt,  of  the  South  Side.  It  was  long  a  source  of  pride 
to  Dr.  Arnholt  that  he  was  able  to  achieve  success  politically  and  profes- 
sionally at  the  same  time,  a  dual  exploit  which  is  rarely  accomplished  out- 
side the  ranks  of  the  legal  profession.  Of  late,  however,  he  has  held  aloof 
from  politics,  and  devoted  his  attention  exclusively  to  his  practice  as  a 
physician. 

Dr.  Arnholt  was  born  in  Alsace,  then  a  French  province,  on  December 
25,  1836,  and  came  to  the  United  States  in  1849.  He  attended  the  public 
schools  and  the  academy  at  Joliet,  111.,  and  graduated  in  1857  from  the  Ohio 
Medical  College.  In  the  fall  of  1858  he  went  to  Europe,  and  became  a 
student  at  the  Strasburg  School  of  Medicine,  from  which  institution  he 
graduated  in  1861.  In  1862  he  returned  to  his  adopted  country  and  located 
on  the  South  Side,  where  he  has  ever  since  enjoyed  a  career  of  unbroken 
popularity  and  success. 

Dr.  Arnholt  was  repeatedly  elected  by  the  people  of  his  district  to  rep- 
resent them  as  School  Director,  Councilman,  and  State  Senator.  At  one 
time  he  was  urged  to  become  a  candidate  for  Mayor,  and  would  undoubt- 
edly have  made  a  strong  run  had  he  succeeded  in  capturing  the  nomination 
over  the  head  of  the  slated  Republican  nominee.  He  is  independently 
wealthy,  indulges  a  taste  for  fast  horses,  and  without  subscribing  to  the  Epi- 
curean doctrine,  manages  to  get  the  maximum  of  enjoyment  out  of  life. 

(    lOI   ) 


Who  does  not  know  this  face  aglow 

With  manly  zeal  and  pride  ? 
The  owner  he  is  six  foot  three 

In  height,  and  more  beside. 
His  grandsire's  name  is  George  ;  the  same 

Was  on  his  sire  conferred  ; 
On  him  as  well  the  heirloom  fell, 

And  hence  he's  George  the  Third. 

At  college  trained  he  was,  and  gained 

Thereat  an  honored  name  : 
Cornell  at  first  assuaged  his  thirst 
^     For  literary  fame, 
And  then  at  Yale  such  heights  to  scale 

His  spirit  high  was  spurred. 
That  LL.D.'s  fell  on  their  knees. 

And  worshipped  George  the  Third. 

'Mid  lawyer  men  he  mingled  then, 

And  hung  his  shingle  out, 
Prepared  to  make  the  judges  quake 

In  many  a  telHng  .bout. 
The  hope  to  seize  enormous  fees 

But  little  was  deferred. 
For    clients    rushed   and    squeezed   and 
crushed, 

To  get  at  George  the  Third. 


Ambition  yet  his  soul  beset. 

And  so  he  buckled  down 
To  learn  the  tricks  of  politics 

In  Allegheny  town. 
By  methods  neat  he  won  a  seat 

At  Harrisburg,  and  stirred 
Up  many  a  fuss  ;  industrious. 

Indeed,  was  George  the  Third. 

This  epoch  past,  his  eye  he  cast 

On  Congress — there  he  thought 
High  eminence  and  fame  immense 

To  gain  he  surely  ought, 
With  Bayne  and  Stone  he  held  his  own 

Till  finally  occurred 
The  crack  of  doom,  which  smashed  the 
boom 

Worked  up  by  George  the  Third. 

Now  on  his  oars  he  rests,  and  pores 

O'er  projects  of  reform  ; 
For  Murph  and  Wyme  'most  all  the  time 

He  helps  to  make  it  warm. 
Don't  think  he's  quite  dropped  out  of  sight. 

The  thought  would  be  absurd  ; 
For  the  time's  at  hand  when  none  can  stand 

In  front  of  George  the  Third. 
02  ) 


GEORGE  SHIRAS  III. 


^^  /^EORGE  SHIRAS,  Esq.,  was  born  in  the  city  of  Allegheny,  January 
\J     I,  1859.     Graduated  at  Cornell  University  and  Yale   Law  School. 
For  eight  years  he  has  been  associated  with  his  father,  Geo,  Shiras,  Jr.,  in 
the  practice  of  law." — SmiiW s  Legislative  Haiid-Book  (i88g). 

Mr.  Shiras  has  had  a  brilliant  career.  As  a  scholar,  he  achieved 
marked  distinction  at  Cornell  University,  graduating  in  the  course  of  His- 
tory and  Political  Science,  Later,  at  the  Yale  Law  School,  his  positive 
views  on  the  benefits  of  the  Protective  Tariff  led  to  a  series  of  public 
debates,  and  his  success  in  combating  the  free  trade  theories  inculcated  at 
Yale  by  Prof.  Sumner  was  such  that,  in  his  senior  year,  the  presidency  of 
the  Yale  Kent  Club,  the  great  debating  society  of  the  University,  was  unan- 
imously tendered  him. 

Mr.  Shiras'  career  at  the  Pittsburg  bar  has  been  conspicuously  success- 
ful. The  court  records  indicate  the  importance  of  his  causes  and  the 
character  of  his  clientage. 

In  politics  he  is  an  earnest  Republican,  keenly  alive  to  the  conserva- 
tion of  his  party's  best  interests.  While  a  pronounced  partisan  in  national 
politics,  he  is  an  earnest  advocate  of  independence  in  the  administration  of 
local  government.  In  1888,  Mr.  Shiras  was  elected  to  the  State  Assembly 
by  1700  majority  from  a  district  Democratic  in  the  preceding  election,  and 
he  repaid  the  compliment  by  a  devotion  to  duty  such  as  is  rarely  manifested 
in  modern  politics.  In  the  session  of  '89  he  was  one  of  the  most  valuable 
members  of  the  Judiciary  General  and  other  important  committees,  and 
through  his  industry  and  ability  in  debate  secured  the  passage  of  a  number 
of  useful  enactments. 

In  1890,  he  became  a  candidate  for  Congress  against  Colonel  Bayne  in 
the  Twenty-third  district,  and  made  a  splendid  fight  against  Colonel  Stone, 
who,  after  the  nomination  had  been  improperly  transferred  to  him  by  Col- 
onel Bayne,  went  into  new  primaries  and  with  difficulty  wrested  victory  from 
the  hands  of  his  courageous  young  opponent. 

Mr.  Shiras  has  taken  profound  interest  in  the  reform  movement  in 
Allegheny  City,  and  to  him  the  people  of  that  municipality  are  mainly  in- 
debted for  the  strides  made  in  the  direction  of  honest  government. 

Few  men  in  public  life  enjoy,  in  the  same  measure  as  this  energetic 
young  lawyer-pohtician,  the  respect  and  confidence  of  the  community. 

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The  lawyer- politician  is  a  type  we're  all 
acquainted  with, 
The  combination's  one  that  isn't  rare  ; 
False  modesty  is  something  he's  not  usu- 
ally tainted  with, 
And  at  obstacles  he's  not  the  chap  to 
scare. 
An  undercrust  of  brilliancy,  an  upper  crust 
of  jollity, 
With  legal  learning  sandwiched  in  be- 
tween, 
Are  the  attributes  which,  varying  in  quan- 
tity and  quahty. 
In  samples  of  the  genus  may  be  seen. 

Such  a  gentleman  above  you  see  in  all  of 
his  sublimity  ; 
Since  publicly  to  hustle  he  began. 
He's  been  looked  on  by  the  public  with 
decided  unanimity 
As  being  what  is  called  a  "coming  man." 
'Twixt  politics  and  legal  work  his  time's 
split  up  exclusively ; 
Anon    he's   making    speeches    on   the 
stump  ; 
Then  again  you'll  find  him  plastering  a 
jury  up  delusively. 
Or  making  opposition  counsel  jump. 

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In  Homestead  he  resides,  which  with  the 
South  Side  wards  united  is 
As  legislative  district  Number  Six  ; 
There  the  populace  admires  him,  and  ex- 
cessively delighted  is 
When  politics  with  law  he'll  intermix. 
Assemblyman  they've  made  him,  and  he's 
always  been  on  deck  in  time. 
Where  other  legislators  were  remiss ; 
And  they'd  send  him  back  to  Harrisburg 
right  willingly  a  second  time^ 
But,  no ;  he's  after  higher  game  than 
this. 

He  would  like  to  go  to  Congress,  there  to 
make  a  record  national. 
And  serve   the   State  with  honor,  like 
Dalzell, 
To  make  speeches  full  of  fire,  exploding 
theories  irrational, 
And  otherwise  in  statesmanship  excel. 
In  the  meantime,  while  his  bonnet  har- 
bors yet  the  bee  Congressional, 
And  prospects  rosy-hued  he  entertains, 
He  industriously  labors  in  his  character 
professional, 
And  mountainously  heaped  up  are  his 
gains. 
04) 


JOHN   F.  COX. 

THE  cause  of  labor  has  had  few  more  earnest  and  skilful  champions  than 
Hon.  John  F.  Cox,  the  well-known  attorney-at-law,  of  403  Grant  street- 
Mr.  Cox  was  born  in  Mifflin  township,  October  6,  1852.  He  was  reared  on 
a  farm,  and  obtained  his  early  education  in  country  schools.  The  higher 
branches  he  acquired  at  Westminster  College,  and  later  at  Mt.  Union,  grad- 
uating from  the  latter  in  the  class  of  1875.  For  four  years  he  taught  school 
in  the  Monongahela  Valley,  and  then  forsook  the  ferule  to  study  law  in  the 
office  of  Moreland  &  Kerr.  He  was  admitted  to  the  bar  in  1880,  and  has 
been  an  active  practitioner  ever  since. 

Politics  had  a  special  fascination  for  Mr.  Cox,  and  his  mental  gifts  and 
admirable  social  qualities  rapidly  brought  him  to  the  front  in  the  political 
world.  He  was  elected  to  the  Legislature  in  1884,  and  again  in  1887,  from 
the  Sixth  legislative  district.  In  1889  he  sought  the  Republican  nomination 
for  District  Attorney,  but  withdrew  before  the  convention  was  held.  He 
was  also  a  candidate  against  J.  W.  Ray  for  the  Congressional  nomination, 
and  his  defeat  was  only  secured  by  a  process  of  political  barter. 

Mr.  Cox  is  recognized  as  a  staunch  friend  of  labor,  and  has  always  been 
identified  with  court  cases  involving  the  rights  of  labor  organizations.  Dur- 
ing the  famous  strike  at  Duquesne,  he  was  attorney  for  the  mill  men,  and 
made  a  masterly  defense  of  their  interests.  He  was  the  originator  of  the 
anti-conspiracy  law  which  was  passed  unanimously  in  the  lower  branch  of 
the  Legislature,  but  was  defeated  in  the  Senate  by  one  vote.  The  same 
measure  was  revived  and  passed  in  the  session  of  1891. 

Civil  and  criminal  law  receive  a  like  share  of  Mr.  Cox's  attention.  In 
the  Fitzsimmons-Clark  murder  trial — a  recent  cause  cclebrc — he  appeared  as 
counsel  for  the  defense. 

He  resides  in  Homestead,  and  is,  perhaps,  the  most  popular  citizen  of 
that  borough.  His  frankness,  generosity  and  kindliness  of  heart  have  made 
John  F.  Cox  one  of  the  most  generally  esteemed  men,  in  or  out  of  the  legal 
profession,  in  Allegheny  County. 

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Sure  the  green  flag  of  Ireland  must  flutter  with  pride 
WheH  the  name  of  this  noted  Hibernian  we 
utter, 
So  we'll  just  lay  his  famous  cognomen  aside 
And  not  give  the  green  emblem  the  trouble  to 
flutter. 

In  boyhood  to  keep  him 
John  Bull  (divil  sweep  him) 
Refused,  so  he  started 
From  home,  heavy-hearted. 
And  sailed  from  old  Ireland  on  board  of  a  spanker. 
Just  like  that  young  mariner,  Casey-bianca. 

Though  beautiful  Cork  he  had  left  far  behind. 
Yet  he  knew  that  abroad  there  was  prosj^ect  of 
boodle; 
Inspired  by  this  feeling,  he  soon  grew  resigned 
And  to  keep  up  his  spirits  struck  up  "  Yankee 
Doodle." 

In  Pittsburg  arriving, 
He  set  about  striving, 
With  judgment  discerning 
To  brush  up  his  learning 
And  soon  there  was  not  in  this  Land  of  the  Free 
A  more  wide-awake  business-like  Yankee  than  he. 


When  manhood  he  reached  to  Venango  he  went. 
In  the  hope  that  a  fortune  in  oil  he'd  be  striking. 

But  a  year  found  him  back  again,  solely  intent 
On  the  grocery  trade,  which  was  more  to  his 
liking. 

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From  sugar  and  coffee 

And  similar  stuff,  he 

Raked  profit  extensive 

And  sought  for  a  chance  of 
Investing  the  same  where  he  could,  if  he  chose, 
Later  on  have  a  million  or  two  in  his  clothes. 


"  Eureka,"  he  cried,  when  he'd  hit  on  a  scheme, 
"  Rye  whisky's  the  thing  that'll  make  me  a 
Croesus;  " 
Forthwith  of  Old  Red-eye  he  buys  up  the  cream 
And  a  lucrative  trade  on  the  instant  he  seizes. 
The  whiskey  consumers, 
Attracted  by  rumors 
Of  liquor  seraphic, 
Expanded  his  traffic. 
And  that's  why  to-day  it's  in  order  to  greet 
Him  as  principal  Croesus  of  Liberty  street. 

His  house  is  the  oldest  in  town,  he  declares. 

And  so  is  his  liquor — at  least,  so  he  claims; 
And  the  look  of  profound  satisfaction  he  wears 
Shows   how    little    he    cares    for    Prohibitive 
games. 

Four  youths  and  four  maidens 
Decorous  and  staid  'uns, 
Flis  home  help  to  brighten 
And  hfe,  too,  to  lighten. 
The  Temperance  folk  up  the  creek  wouldn't  fly 
Were  thev  half  as  well  fixed  as  this  dealer  in 


rye. 


06) 


T.  D.  CASEY. 

npHE  name  of  T.  D.  Casey  is  a  "household  word"  in  the  wholesale  liquor 
-*-  trade  of  the  United  States.  Mr.  Casey  is  a  native  of  Ireland,  having 
come  into  the  world  at  Charleville,  County  Cork,  in  1840.  At  the  age  of 
10  years  he  came  to  this  country  and  settled  in  Westmoreland  county.  In 
1865,  he  removed  to  Pittsburg  and  took  a  course  of  study  at  the  Iron  City 
College,  where  he  subsequently  graduated.  In  1866  he  went  to  the  Venango 
oil  field,  but  returned  the  following  year  to  Pittsburg,  and  started  in  the 
grocery  trade  in  Allegheny  City.  In  1868,  he  moved  to  Pennsylvania 
Avenue,  continuing  in  the  same  line  of  business.  The  turning  point  of  his 
fortunes  was  reached  in  1869,  when  he  formed  a  copartnership  with  Robert 
Woods  in  the  liquor  business,  and  laid  the  foundation  of  the  lucrative  trade 
which  he  now  controls.  Mr.  Woods  retired  from  the  connection  in  1870, 
and  James  and  T.  D.  Casey  continued  the  business  under  the  firm  name  of 
Robert  Woods  &  Co.  In  1872,  Thomas  C.  Fogarty  joined  the  concern  and 
the  firm  name  was  changed  to  Casey  &  Fogarty.  It  continued  in  this  form 
until  1 88 1,  when  Mr.  Fogarty  retired.  Since  then  the  firm  has  been  known 
as  T.  D.  Casey  &  Co. 

The  house  is  the  oldest  in  the  liquor  trade  in  this  city,  having  been 
founded  originally  by  Robert  Moore  in  1837.  It  is  justly  famed  for  the  ex- 
cellence of  the  varied  brands  of  liquor  which  it  controls,  some  of  which  are 
reputed  to  be  without  a  rival  in  the  American  market, 

Mr.  Casey  is  a  man  of  agreeable  social  qualities,  and  while  thoroughly 
domestic  in  his  habits,  is  loyal  to  his  Club  (the  Columbus),  and  frequently 
takes  a  hand  in  politics  on  the  Democratic  side.  He  is  the  father  of  a 
happy  family ;  resides  in  a  handsome  mansion  in  Allegheny,  and  stands 
high  among  the  "solid  men"  of  that  city. 

(107) 


A  star  of  Westmoreland  we've  pictured 
before, 
'Tis  his  brother  that's  done  up  to-day. 
And  the  one,  Uke  the  other,  a  plethoric 
store 
Of  shekels  has  garnered  away. 
He  was  poor  in  his  youth,  but  he  isn't  so 
now, 
No  reverse  his  prosperity  mars, 
And  the  reason  he  prospered,  he's  wont 
to  avow. 
Is    because    he   "don't   scare    at    the 
cars." 

At  Pithole,  way  back  in  the  year  '64, 

He  made  his  first  lucrative  hit ; 
The  town  went  to  smash,  and  unlucky  ones 
swore. 
But  he  didn't  worry  a  bit. 
For  he'd  raked  in  a  pile  and  had  lots  in 
the  bank. 
While  few  others  escaped  without  scars  ; 
And   for  this,  he  declares,  he's  just  one 
thing  to  thank, 
'Tis   because  he  "don't  scare    at   the 
cars." 


At  Grapeville  his  brother  and  he  struck  it 
rich. 
They  both  made  the  riffle  in  gas. 
And  it's  really  a  puzzle  to  calculate  which 

In  luck  may  be  said  to  surpass. 
They're  Democrats  both,  and  the  one  we 
describe 
Is  one  of  Democracy's  stars. 
And  swears  that  the  reason  he's  high  in 
the  tribe 
Is  because  he  "  don't  scare  at  the  cars." 

He  hustled  for  Wallace,  but  took  off  his 
coat 
For  Pattison,  scorning  to  flop. 
When  a  friend  sent  to  ask  how  he'd  bet  on 
the  vote. 
Not  a  moment  to  think  did  he  stop. 
"Micks,  Mugwumps,  and   Methodists" — 
that's  what  he  said — 
"Have   the    call,    and   we'll    bet    the 
cigars." 
There  are  few  who  could  thus  show  as 
level  a  head 
As  the  man  who  "don't  scare  at  the 
cars." 


(  108) 


W.  S.  GUFFEY. 


WS.  GUFFEY,  the  well  known  oil  and  gas  operator,  was  born  in  Mud- 
•  dison,  Westmoreland  County,  Pa.,  in  1842.  He  was  educated  at 
the  Sulphur  Spring  school  house,  and  the  curriculum  of  that  rural  estab- 
lishment constituted  the  beginning  and  the  end  of  his  academic  training.  In 
education,  as  well  as  business,  he  is  a  self-made  man,  and  yet  to-day  he  has 
a  conversational  polish  and  general  fund  of  information  sufficient  to  put  col- 
lege graduates  to  the  blush. 

The  tidal  wave  of  the  oil  excitement  carried  Mr.  Guffey  to  Pithole  in 
Januar}-,  1865,  the  first  well  having  been  struck  there  in  the  preceding  No- 
vember. The  phenomenal  history  of  Pithole  is  known  to  everybody.  At 
one  time  it  had  a  larger  post-office  than  Pittsburg.  Now  the  last  trace  of  its 
existence  has  vanished.  Mr.  Guffey  stayed  in  the  town  until  $30,000 
houses  were  selling  at  $1,000  apiece,  and  left  shortly  before  the  final  crash 
came,  which  left  Pithole  only  a  name.  He  is  one  of  the  oldest  members  of 
the  Pithole  Pioneers'  Association,  of  which  about  60  survivors  remain,  and 
he  still  attends  the  association's  annual  banquets. 

It  was  in  1866  that  Mr.  Guffey  left  Pithole.  P'rom  that  time  until  his 
coming  to  Pittsburg,  in  1881,  he  turned  his  hand  to  a  great  variety  of  enter- 
prises, with  more  or  less  success.  Since  his  establishment  in  this  city  he 
has  been  chiefly  engaged  in  the  oil  business,  and  although  he  never  joined 
hands  with  the  Standard  monopoly,  he  has  become  a  very  wealthy  man. 

He  is  one  of  the  most  ardent  Democrats  that  ever  swore  by  Jefferson 
and  Jackson,  and  contributes  largely  to  Democratic  campaign  funds.  During 
Gov.  Campbell's  campaign  for  re-election  in  Ohio,  Mr.  Guffey  rendered  him 
valuable  service.  In  fact,  there  is  no  reasonable  call  made  upon  him  by  his 
party  to  which  he  does  not  cheerfully  respond. 

(  109) 


In  the  year  '49  ^ 

From  Ireland  came  over 
A  frisky  young  rover 
In  hopes  to  discover 

Of  riches  a  mine, 
And  his  fancies  were  lurid, 
Because  he  felt  sure  he'd 

Achieve  his  design. 

"Now,  courage,"  said  he, 
"There's  good  luck  in  the  distance." 
And  so  with  persistence 
He  fought  for  existence. 

Betwixt  you  and  me 
His  first  wage  of  a  dollar 
A  week  was  much  smaller 

Than  these  days  we  see. 

His  progress  was  slow 
But  with  heart  never  quailing 
He  thought  not  of  failing 
And  took  to  retailing 

Tobacco,  and  so 
Success  came  to  crown  him. 
And  no  one  could  down  him 

Nor  yet  lay  him  low. 


'Twas  thus  it  befell 
That  with  pride  unaffected 
And  zeal  well  directed 
In  time  he  erected 

His  Fifth  Ward  hotel 
In  a  goodly  location 
Which  high  admiration 

Is  bound  to  compel. 

In  public  affairs 
He's  been  active — who  wouldn't 
Thereof  be  a  student? 
A  school  boarder  prudent 

He's  been,  and  the  cares 
Of  Councils  he's  tackled 
And  the  name  of  unshackled 

Assemblyman  bears. 

What  more  does  he  seek  ? 
Why  nothing  ;  his  measure 
Of  hard-gotten  treasure 
And  fairly  won  pleasure 

Is  full,  and  his  cheek 
Still  glows  when  recalling 
That  vision  appalling — 

A  dollar  a  week. 


(no) 


JOHN  O'NEILL. 


OF  the  "solid"  citizens  of  the  Fifth  Ward,  none  occupies  a  higher  place 
in  the  estimation  of  the  residents  of  that  district  than  Hon.  John 
O'Neill,  proprietor  of  the  Sixth  Avenue  Hotel,  at  the  corner  of  Grant 
Street  and  Sixth  Avenue. 

Mr.  O'Neill  is  a  thoroughbred  Irishman  of  the  best  type.  He  was 
born  in  the  County  Cork  in  1839,  and  emigrated  to  the  United  States  when 
he  was  ten  years  old,  coming  almost  immediately  to  Pittsburg.  Here  he 
was  educated  and  made  his  start  in  life.  Fortune  was  not  prodigal  of  her 
favors  to  him  at  the  outset,  and  he  often  recalls  his  youthful  experience 
when  his  labor  was  rewarded  with  the  meagre  stipend  of  $1.00  a  week. 
By  dint  of  patience  and  thrifty  habits,  however,  he  pushed  his  way  forward 
and  laid  the  foundations  of  a  comfortable  fortune.  In  August,  1863,  he 
went  into  business  as  a  tobacconist,  and  later  established  himself  in  a  profit- 
able liquor  trade.  The  Sixth  Avenue  Hotel,  of  which  he  is  sole  owner  and 
proprietor,  was  completed  in  August,  1891.  It  is  a  handsome  brick  edifice 
containing  75  rooms,  is  equipped  with  all  modern  conveniences,  and  fur- 
nished throughout  in  the  latest  style,  and  in  its  management  and  all  its  ap- 
pointments is  second  to  no  other  establishment  of  the  kind  in  Pittsburg. 
Hence  the  popularity  and  liberal  patronage  earned  by  this  hotel  within  a 
very  short  time. 

Mr.  O'Neill  has  always  been  a  conspicuous  figure  in  local  politics.  He 
has  been  a  member  of  the  Hancock  School  Board,  and  served  six  years  in 
Select  Councils  and  two  terms  in  the  State  Legislature.  He  is  a  Democrat 
and  a  member  of  the  Randall  Club. 

(Ill) 


While  this  personage  we  do  up, 
Who  in  Pennsylvania  grew  up, 
And  is  native-born,  for  he  himself  has  said 
it: 
There's  a  Pinafore  quotation 
That  just  fits  the  situation, 
''He's  an  Englishmz.n,'"  and  that  is  to  his 
credit. 

Shakespeare  author  of  the  claim  is 
That  there  nothing  in  a  name  is 
But  the  present  case  leads  not  to  that  con- 
clusion, 
For  a  cursory  inspection 
Carried  on  in  this  connection 
Shows  that  Shake  was  simply  spreading  a 
delusion. 

Down  from  Blair — a  melancholic 
Little  county  and  bucolic — 

Came  our  subject  to  this  town  to  find  his 
level. 
And  secured  a  situation 
With  a  South  Side  publication 

In  the  literary  role  of  printer's  devil. 

Being  capable  and  ready, 
Soon  he  got  employment  steady 


Setting  type  for  living  wages  on  a  daily ; 
While  his  brothers  found  enjoyment 
In  the  very  same  employment 

Mangling  "copy"  expeditiously  and  gaily. 

But  in  typographic  durance 
Long  he  stayed  not ;  for  insurance 

Was  for  him  a  fascination  and  a  hobby  ; 
And  no  sooner  did  he  try  it 
Than  he  filled  his  pockets  by.it 

And  began  to  cut  a  figure  ultra  nobby. 

People  quickly  came  to  rehsh 
His  display  of  habits  swelHsh 

And  the  poHticians  couldn't  overlook  him  ; 
Club  men  specially  extolled  him, 
The  Americus  enrolled  him 

And  was  tickled  in  its  membership  to  book 
him. 

John  Dalzell  to-day  he's  backing, 
And  Boss  Quay  with  vim  attacking, 
Stirring  up  on  ev'ry  hand  delight  and  won- 
der- 
All  the  world  must  fain  admit  it, 
Keen  he  is  and  ready-witted. 
And  knows  how  to  put  the  English  on  like 
thunder. 

12) 


H.  D.  W.  ENGLISH. 


TN  business,  in  society,  and  in  politics,  "Harry"  English,  insurance  man, 
-*-  club  luminary,  and  political  captain,  is  alike  widely  and  favorably 
known. 

He  was  born  at  Sabbath  Rest,  Blair  County,  December  22,  1855.  His 
father,  Rev.  G.  VV.  English,  a  Baptist  minister,  was  his  first  preceptor,  giv- 
ing him  a  sound  and  wholesome  training.  The  remainder  of  his  education 
was  received  at  Milroy  Academy,  where  he  spent  four  years.  In  187 1  he 
came  to  Pittsburg,  secured  a  position  as  office-boy  for  the  South  Side 
Courier,  and  eventually  learned  the  printing  trade.  It  is  a  curious  coinci- 
dence that  Mr.  English  and  his  brothers,  G.  W.  and  Dr.  W.  T.  English, 
were  all  printers  at  one  time,  and  had  the  reputation  of  outrivalling  all  com- 
petitors in  rapid  type-setting. 

After  serving  three  years  as  a  compositor  on  the  Chro7iicle-Telcgraph, 
Mr.  English  became  associated  with  his  brother  G.  W.  in  the  insurance 
business.  In  1881  the  latter  went  to  New  York  to  take  charge  of  the  Berk- 
shire Life  Insurance  office  as  Manager  for  the  City  and  State.  H.  D.  W. 
English  bought  out  his  brother's  interest  and  assumed  charge  himself. 
His  record  as  an  insurance  man  has  been  uniformly  above  par.  He  is  ener- 
getic and  pushing  to  an  unusual  degree,  and  is  in  all  respects  signally 
adapted  to  the  business  to  which  he  has  devoted  himself. 

Mr.  English  is  an  ardent  Republican,  and  a  leading  member  of  the 
Americus  Club.  He  was  chairman  of  the  E.xecutive  Committee  of  that  or- 
ganization from  1884  to  1890,  and  has  been  chairman  of  the  Committee  of 
Arrangements  at  almost  all  the  banquets  given  by  the  Club  in  this  city. 

(113) 


Behold  on  his  steed 

Of  mysterious  breed 
A  rider  of  grim-looking  mug ; 

Like  a  dime-novel  hero 

He  wears  a  sombrero, 
And  Isaac's  the  name  of  his  plug. 

His  mustache,  big  and  red, 

And  his  greatness  of  head, 
Should  indicate  plainly  to  you 

That  Isaac's  possessor 

Is  nobody  lesser 
Than  the  high  muck-a-muck  of  the  Zoo. 


There's  a  grave -looking  owl 
That  sits,  cheek  by  jowl, 

With  an  eagle  that's  tired  of  his  bunk ; 
There's  an  elephant  youthful, 
Who  (let  us  be  truthful  ! ) 

Don't  carry  his  clothes  in  his  trunk. 
There  are  guinea-pigs  cute, 
And  a  queer  looking  brute 

From  Chili,  or  maybe  Peru  ; 

And  they  all  howl  like  blazes 
When  singing  the  praises 

Of  the  high  muck-a-rauck  of  the  Zoo. 


O'er  his  novel  domain 

Supreme  is  his  reign  ; 
He  has  vassals  all  dressed  up  in  gray, 

Who  devote  themselves  mainly 

To  prancing  inanely 
Around,  and  to  drawing  their  pay. 

The  power  he  divides. 

So  that  Hokey  presides. 
With  the  aid  of  a  nondescript  crew, 

Over  v.^hat  little  work  is 

Achieved  in  the  circus 
Of  the  high  muck-a-muck  of  the  Zoo. 


There  are  also  the  coons, 

And  the  frisky  baboons, 
And  the  monkeys  just  bubbling  with  glee. 

Small  wonder,  now  is  it. 

That  thousands  should  visit 
The  place  where  these  wonders  they  see  ? 

With  pleasure  untold 

The  young  and  the  old 
On  Simday  go  out  in  a  slew, 

And  you'll  find  all  competing 

To  tender  a  greeting 
To  the  high  muck-a-muck  of  the  Zoo. 


JAMES  Mcknight. 


EVERY  man,  woman  and  child  who  has  been  to  visit  Schenley  Park  ought 
to  be  familiar  with  the  cheery  face  and  trim  figure  of  "  Jim  "  McKnight, 
the  big-hearted  and  easy-going,  but  in  all  respects  thoroughly  efficient,  Su- 
perintendent of  the  people's  pleasure  ground. 

James  McKnight  was  born  in  County  Down,  Ireland,  November  ii, 
1854,  and  was  brought  to  this  country  by  his  parents  in  1859,  coming  direct 
to  Pittsburg.  The  family  settled  in  Pitt  township,  now  the  Fourteenth 
ward,  and  has  lived  there  ever  since. 

Mr.  McKnight  was  educated  at  the  public  schools,  and  devoted  himself 
principally  to  clerical  pursuits  until  1884,  when  he  became  a  contractor,  in 
which  capacity  he  still  carries  on  business.  In  1890  he  was  appointed  Su- 
perintendent of  Schenley  Park,  and  all  improvements  made  there  have  been 
executed  under  his  personal  supervision. 

He  was  one  of  the  first  to  take  men  and  money  to  the  relief  of  the 
panic-stricken  people  of  Johnstown  on  the  occasion  of  the  disastrous  flood 
of  1889.  It  was  under  his  supervision  that  the  famous  dam  at  the  stone 
bridge  was  opened,  out  of  which  a  great  number  of  bodies  were  taken. 
After  three  other  contractors  had  failed  to  clear  the  water-course,  Mr.  Mc- 
Knight undertook  the  work  on  Wednesday,  and  had  it  completed  at  3  p.  m. 
on  the  following  Saturday.  For  this  admirable  service  he  was  congratu- 
lated by  Governor  Beaver  and  General  Hastings,  who  pronounced  it  the 
most  effective  piece  of  work  done  since  the  occurrence  of  the  flood. 
While  at  Johnstown,  Mr.  McKnight  employed  as  many  as  2,200  men  and 
600  teams  at  one  time. 

He  is  a  Republican  in  politics,  and  one  of  the  best  known  men  in  Alle- 
gheny county. 

(IIS) 


With  gfeen  flags  pfoudly  flying 
And  regimentals  ga}', 

Hibernians  come 

To  the  beat  of  the  drum 
To  celebrate  the  day. 
St.  Patrick's  feeling  happy 
To  know  it's  all  for  him  : 

And  the  saint's  chief  aid 

In  the  big  parade 
Is  gallant  Captain  Jim, 

The  Gahvay  men  look  hearty^ 
The  Dublin  men  look  spry  | 

The  lads  from  Clare 

Look  devil-may-care 
x\s  their  serried  ranks  go  by ; 
And  the  boys  from  Tipperary 
Are  stout  and  clean  of  limb, 

But  Hone  of  them  are 

XJpoh  a  par 
With  gallant  Captain  Jim. 

The  Captain  earned  his  title 
At  home  in  the  N,  G.  P. 

If  war  was  in  sight 

He'd  have  hustled  out  to  fight, 
But  he  didn't  get  the  chance^  not  he 


So  in  days  of  peace  he  labored 
A  com.pany  to  get  in  trim, 

And  the  boys  got  their  fill 
Of  expert  drill 
From  gallant  Captain  Jim. 

From,  the  P.  R.  R.  he  parted 

Not  many  years  ago  ;  • 

In  the  Company's  pay 
For  many  a  day 

He'd  been,  but  found  it  slow. 
A  restaurant  palatial 

Fle  thought  would  suit  his  whim 
And  on  Liberty  street 
None  now  compete 

With  gallant  Captain  Jim. 

He  sits  in  Common  Council 
And  helps  to  legislate, 
In  ward  No.  Nine 
He's  right  in  line 
And  heads  the  reg'lar  slate  ; 
And  whenever  there  are  elections 
You'll  find  him  in  the  swim, 
For  the  powers  that  be 
A  helpmate  see 
In  gallant  Captain  Jim. 
(116) 


J.  J.  McGUIRE. 


CAPTAIN  J.  J.  McGuire,  proprietor  of  the  well  known  cafe  on  Liberty 
street,  opposite  the  Union  Depot,  formerly  Deshon's,  has  long  been  a 
leading  spirit  among  the  Irish  Catholics  of  Western  Pennsylvania.  Oddly 
enough,  Captain  McGuire  is  not  a  native  Irishman.  He  was  born  in  Glas- 
gow, Scotland,  March  ii,  1850,  of  Irish  parents.  The  family  emigrated  to 
America  in  1852,  and  settled  in  Danville,  Montour  county,  Pa.  In  1864, 
young  McGuire  with  several  companions  went  to  Philadelphia  and  surrepti- 
tiously enlisted  in  the  navy.  His  father  took  him  out  and  sent  him  to  the 
College  of  St.  Charles  Borromeo,  in  Philadelphia,  where  he  spent  two  years 
studying  for  the  priesthood.  In  1867,  he  removed  with  his  parents  to  Pitts- 
burg, where  the  family  remained  for  one  year,  during  which  time  he 
graduated  from  the  Iron  City  College.  The  family  returned  to  Danville  in 
1868.  On  May  25th  of  that  year.  Captain  McGuire  was  married  to  his 
present  wife,  and  took  her  and  his  parents  to  Pittsburg.  He  worked  at 
Shoenberger's  blast  furnaces  for  three  years,  and  was  in  business  on  Penn 
avenue  for  nearly  four  years,  after  which  he  entered  the  employ  of  the 
Pennsylvania  Railroad  Company,  and  served  as  assistant  depot-master  and 
later  as  conductor.  Retiring  finally  from  the  railroad  business,  he  invested 
his  savings  in  a  hotel  and  restaurant  on  Penn  avenue,  and  suosequently  sold 
out  and  moved  to  his  present  location. 

Captain  McGuire  has  been  a  Hibernian  since  he  was  18  years  old.  He 
had  charge  of  a  Division  for  four  years,  and  was  State  Secretary  for  two 
years.  He  was  for  nine  years  a  member  of  the  Ralston  School  Board,  and 
is  at  present  the  representative  of  the  Nin:h  ward  in  Common  Council.  He 
has  also  served  in  the  National  Guard,  and  was  for  two  years  Captain  of 
Company  B,  Eighteenth  Regiment. 

(117) 


Perchance  our  readers,  gazing  on  this  gent's  famil- 
iar face, 

May  consider  him  as  being  just  a  trifle  out  of 
place. 

For  instead  of  being  around  the  ticket  office — 
bless  his  heart ! — 

To-day  he's  in  the  gallery — a  gallery  of  art. 

In  his  academic  temple  he  exhibits  to  the  view 
Every  w^eek  a  set  of  object  lessons  picturesque 

and  new, 
On  the  salutary  iniluence  of  which    himself  he 

prides 
Very  justly,  since  the  lookers-on  can't  help  but 

split  their  sides. 

There  is   natty   Tony    Pastor,  who  is  vocally  a 

power. 
And  warbles  funny  things  about  the  topics  of  the 

hour. 
And  little  Bobby  Manchester,  whose  grimaces  and 

chaff 
Would  make  a  graven  image  waken  up  to  take  a 

laugh. 

There's  Kernell,  the  lanky  Irishman,  who  never 
fails  (the  rogue !) 

To  paralyze  the  audience  with  his  Connemara 
brogue, 

And  who  gives  the  foreign  lingoes  many  a  capti- 
vating touch — 

He  can  diagnose  the  Dagoes  and  can  paraphrase 
the  Dutch. 

(I 


There's  the  famous  aggregation  that  is  known  as 

Lily  Clay's, 
Which  semi-operatic  incongruities  essays; 
The  lady  with  the  skipping-rope,  the  walker  on 

the  wire, 
The  Hercules  who  swings   the  clubs  and  never 

seems  to  tire. 

There's  the  juggler  with  his  sleight  of  hand  as  old 

as  Adam's  fall. 
The  gymnast  whose  trapeze  exploits  faint-hearted 

folks  appal. 
The  girl  who  warbles  ditties  that  would  touch  a 

heart  of  stone. 
And  the  chap  who  plays  on  every  blessed  instrn- 

ment  that's  known. 

All  of  these  our  hero  shows  us,  and  he  makes  the 

business  pay. 
For  he  always  can  distinguish  'twixt  an  actor  and 

a  jay; 
He  himself  once  wore  the  buskin,  and  was  picked 

out  to  support 
Stars    like    Forrest,    Adams,    Cushman — heavy 

drama  was  his  forte. 

From  the  time  when  as  the  manager  of  Trimble's 

house  he  shone 
To  the  present,  when  he's  opening  the   'steenth 

season  of  his  own. 
He  has  always  been  considered,  with  respect  that 

ne'er  abates, 
The  squarest  little  manager  in  these  United  States. 

i8) 


H.  W.  WILLIAMS. 


HW.  ("HARRY")  WILLIAMS,  the  estimable  proprietor  and  manager 
of  the  Academy  of  Music,  was  born  at  Baltimore,  Md.,  December  5, 
1 84 1,  and  there  attended  school,  graduating  from  the  Baltimore  High  School 
in  1856.  His  first  business  venture  was  in  the  fish  and  produce  trade,  with 
his  mother,  and  he  spent  three  years  as  a  tinner's  apprentice. 

A  natural  fondness  for  the  drama  asserted  itself,  however,  and  he  be- 
came second  low  comedian  in  the  stock  company  of  the  opera  house  at  Nor- 
folk, Va.  He  played  variously  at  Washington  and  Baltimore  theatres  for 
several  }-ears,  and  during  an  engagement  in  the  latter  city,  on  September  i, 
1 86 1,  w^as  married  to  Miss  Lucy  Clifton.  His  greatest  success  behind  the 
footlights  was  made  at  Canterbury  Music  Hall,  Washington,  in  May,  1862, 
when  he  appeared  as  "  Beau  "  Hickman  in  a  local  drama.  In  September, 
1864,  he  went  to  the  National  Theatre,  and  'remained  there  eight  months, 
returning  then  to  Baltimore,  where  he  continued  as  stage  manager  and 
business  manager  of  a  music  hall  until  1866. 

On  August  9,  1866,  Mr.  Williams  came  to  Pittsburg,  where  he  has  re- 
mained ever  since,  excepting  during  two  brief  periods,  which  were  spent  in 
Buffalo  and  Philadelphia  respectively.  From  November  24,  1868,  until 
January,  1870,  he  was  manager  of  the  "Old  Drury,"  which  place  he  left  be- 
cause the  roof  was  in  bad  condition  and  the  lessor  refused  to  repair  it. 
Shortly  after  he  left,  it  was  torn  down. 

On  November  10,  1877,  Harry  W^illiams's  Academy  was  opened  to  the 
public.  The  house  had  previously  been  in  bad  hands,  and  it  required  her- 
culean efforts  on  the  part  of  Mr.  Williams  to  change  its  unsavory  reputation 
and  make  it  a  source  of  profitable  enterprise.  In  this  task  he  has  achieved 
superlative  success.  His  name  has  become  a  guarantee  of  fair  dealing,  and 
the  fact  that  he  makes  it  a  rule  to  engage  none  but  attractions  of  the  high- 
est order  of  merit  in  the  vaudeville  line  has  won  him  the  entire  confidence  of 
the  public.  It  matters  nothing  how  business  may  be  at  the  other  houses, 
Harry  Williams's  is  crowded  every  night  with  an  enthusiastic  audience.  No 
theatrical  manager  in  America  stands  higher  than  Mr.  Williams  in  the  good 
graces  of  the  profession,  as  well  as  of  the  general  public. 

(119) 


There  was  one  Mr.  Rile)'  who  kept  a  hotel 
And  whom  history  speaks  of  as  doing  quite 
well ; 
He  was  quite  a  high-flyer, 
But  never  soared  higher 
■    Than  he  whom  we  sing  of  to-day. 
For  with  all  Mr.  Riley's  smart  Gothamite 

tricks — 
And  'tis  said  he  got  in  some  phenome- 
nal licks — 
'Twould  open  his  eyes  up 
If  only  he'd  size  up 
Our  man  and  his  North  Side  cafe. 


Though  the  South  Side   he  owns  as  his 

birthplace,  his  name 
Is  Dutch,  and  to  German  descent  he  lays 
claim. 
And  hence  he's  resorted 
To  beer  that's  imported, 
For  Deutschland  his  love  to  display ; 
And  draws  from  the  cask  in  a  fashion  Teu- 
tonic 
The  lager  that  ripples  like  music  harmonic 
Till  Johann  and  Ernest 
Are  tempted  the  derndest 
To  enter  that  North  Side  cafe. 


As  you  see  by  his  likeness  the  North  Sider 

sports 
A  nobby  appearance,  that  fitly  assorts 
With  the  glittering,  glancing, 
Imposing,  entrancing 
Effect  of  his  hostelry  gay ; 
The  diamond  he  wears  is  as  big  and  as 

bright 
As  the  headlights  the  traction  cars  hang 
out  at  night. 
No  raiment  in  beauty 
Lays  over  the  suit  he 
Puts  on  in  his  North  Side  cafe. 


He  goes  off  to  New  York  every  once  in  a 

while 
New  ideas  to  get  and  keep  up  with  the  style  ; 
The  license  court  knows  him 
As  solid,  and  shows  him 
No  reason  on  earth  for  dism.ay. 
He's  single  as  yet,  though  he's  slated  to 

marry, 
So,  girls,  round  the  depot  you  don't  need 
to  tarry ; 
Henceforth  he'll  be  sou(e)r 
On  charmers  who  shower 
Their  smiles  on  the  North  Side  cafe. 


JOHN  SAUER. 


TF  history  is  not  a  deceiver,  the  art  of  being  a  good  inn-keeper  is  often 
^  hereditary,  and  the  care  of  a  first-class  hostelry  passes  from  generation 
to  generation  without  abatement  of  its  popularity.  Thus  we  find  John 
Sauer,  the  proprietor  of  the  leading  cafe  in  Allegheny  City,  at  Federal 
Street,  perpetuating  the  business  left  to  him  by  his  father,  and  keeping  the 
reputation  of  the  house  up  to  the  standard  of  its  palmiest  days  in  the  past 
generation. 

Mr.  Sauer  was  born  in  Pittsburg,  May  20,  1866.  He  attended  the 
common  schools,  and  at  the  age  of  18  entered  Duff's  College,  where,  after 
a  year's  study  in  the  business  course,  he  graduated  with  honor.  He  then 
entered  the  employ  of  the  Pennsylvania  Company  as  mileage  clerk  in  the 
C.  &  P.  office  and  remained  there  three  years,  when  the  death  of  his  father 
necessitated  his  taking  charge  of  the  cafe  on  Federal  Street.  His  manage- 
ment  of  that  establishment  has  been  such  as  to  give  it  a  status  far  above 
that  of  any  other  resort  on  the  North  Side. 

Mr.  Sauer,  while  debarred  by  his  business  interests  from  indulging  po- 
litical aspirations  on  his  own  account,  takes  a  lively  interest  in  local  politics, 
and  is  recognized  as  an  influential  worker  in  his  district.  He  is  a  frank, 
affable  gentleman,  and  has  the  respect  and  confidence  of  the  business  com- 
munity. 

(121) 


Here's  a  seignior  as  potent  and  grave  as  you'd 
find 

If  you'd  travel  around  for  a  year, 
A  man  of  a  thoroughly  well-balanced  mind 

Whom  no  one  can  shove  to  the  rear; 
As  you  see  by  the  cut,  he's  a  fine-looking  gent, 
With  a  neat  pair  of  whiskers  by  Providence  sent 
As  a  trademark  distinctive,  with  special  intent 

To  make  his  identity  clear. 

From  the  county  of  Butler,  that  wildest  of  haunts, 

Of  nature  primeval,  he  hails; 
Thence,  deserting  his  "  sisters  and   cousins   and 
aunts," 

He  came  here  to  spread  out  his  sails. 
This  he  did  like  a  thoroughly  zealous  Jack  Tar, 
Using  every  available  spanker  and  spar. 
Till  to  port  in  a  prominent  place  at  the  bar 

He  was  wafted  by  favoring  gales. 

You  have  heard  of  his  uncle — a  glorious  soul — 

Well,  the  "  unc."  gave  him  many  a  boost; 
In    fact,    through    the    latter,  his    reaching    the 
goal_ 
Extra  quickly  was  superinduced. 
Together  they  practiced  for  many  a  day 
Alike  on  the  civil  and  crimimal  lay. 
Till   their   business    piled   up    in  so    crushing   a 
way 
That    the   bond    which   had    held    them   was 
loosed. 

(I 


Our  hero  went  off  by  himself,  and  he  hit 

A  magnificent  trade  right  away; 
When  a  newspaper  into  a  hbel  suit  lit. 

He  was  hired  as  a  prop  and  a  stay. 
Ev'ry  time  that  an  editor  got  in  a  mess, 
He  was  helped  out  again  with  such  signal  success 
That  our  man  got  a  regular  cinch  on  the  press. 

And  no  one  his  pow'r  could  gainsay. 

The  "  unc."  seeing  this,  took  him  up  on  the  Mount 

And  showed  him  temptations  below ; 
"  Come    out    independent,"    he    said,    "  and    the 
fount 
Of  preferment  will  certainly  flow. 
If  you  like,  from  your  office  you  don't  need  to 

budge. 
The  respectable  voters  will  make  you  a  judge 
Of   the   highest   degree;"   but   ihe    nephew   said 
"  Fudge ; 
A  promise  like  that  doesn't  go." 

For  other  positions  he's  often  been  named, 

Such  as  judge  of  the  county  and  may'r; 
But   ambition   for   small  things  he's   always  dis- 
claimed, 
He'll  have  naught  but  what's  gilt-edged  and 
rare. 
In  the  absence  of  which,  from  political  breaks 
He  refrains,  though  Republican  speeches  he  makes, 
And  the  joy  that  in  popular  taffy  he  takes 
Counteracts  disappointment  and  care. 

22  ) 


A.  M.  BROWN. 


AJOR  A.  M.  BROWN,  one  of  the  pillars  of  the  bar  of  Allegheny  county, 
^^^  was  born  at  Brownsdale,  Butler  County,  Pa.  He  studied  law  with  his 
uncle,  Hon.  Thomas  M.  Marshall,  was  admitted  to  the  bar  in  1853,  and 
remained  in  partnership  with  Mr.  Marshall  from  that  time  until  1865.  The 
law  firm  of  Marshall  &  Brown  attained  high  rank  in  the  profession,  and  on 
its  dissolution,  Messrs.  Marshall  and  Brown  struck  out  upon  separate  paths, 
leading  in  parallel  lines  to  the  goal  of  successful  ambition. 

Major  Brown  practices  in  all  the  courts,  and  is  equally  at  home  in  civil 
and  criminal  cases.  His  versatility  and  sound  judgment  caused  him  to  be 
chosen  as  attorney  for  several  of  the  leading  newspapers  of  the  city,  and 
for  many  years  he  has  been  associated  with  almost  every  newspaper  trial  of 
importance.  He  has  also  been  concerned  in  a  great  variety  of  "causes 
celebres,"  involving  the  exhibition  of  a  thorough  knowledge  of  jurisprudence 
in  all  its  departments,  together  with  exceptional  power  as  a  pleader.  In 
point  of  forensic  ability,  quickness  of  perception,  readiness  in  argument, 
skill  in  influencing  a  jury,  and  logical  dexterity  in  the  construction  and 
elaboration  of  his  cases.  Major  Brown  is  without  a  superior  in  his  profession 
in  Western  Pennsylvania.  He  has  been  frequently  mentioned  for  the  State 
Supreme  Bench,  but  prefers  to  retain  his  immensely  lucrative  practice. 

Major  Brown  is  an  ardent  Republican,  and  in  State  and  National  cam- 
paigns freely  places  his  eloquence  at  the  disposal  of  his  party.  He  has  the 
reputation  of  being  one  of  the  most  brilliant  and  effective  platform  speakers 
in  the  State. 

(123) 


ANTHONY  F.  KEATING. 


Thoughtful  looking  and  austere 

Is  the  city  financier, 
With  his  iron  jaw  and  forehead  full  of  wrinkles; 

Of  diplomacy  his  nose 

All  the  evidences  shows, 
And  his  eye  with  Machiavellian  'cuteness  twinkles. 

In  the  outline  of  his  lip 

Lurk  the  signs  of  statesmanship, 
In  his  chin  there  is  determination  stony, 

And  it  cannot  be  denied. 

When  we  view  his  social  side, 
That  there  isn't  the  smallest  doubt  but  that  he's 
Tony. 

In  Councils  he's  a  staunch 

Member  of  the  upper  branch; 
The  philosophy  of  business  there  he  teaches, 

For  whenever  there's  a  deal 

Which  the  boys  would  fain  conceal, 
"Cover   it   up,"    he   always   says,    "with   windy 
speeches." 

On  this  plan  he  takes  the  floor, 

Opposition  to  deplore. 
And  the  kickers  to  rebuke  with  acrimony, 

All  of  which  the  daily  press 

Notes,  while  people  must  confess 
That  there  isn't  the  smallest  doubt  but  that  he's 
Tony. 

(12 


He's  not  easy  to  abash 

As  regards  the  public  cash 
In  the  annually  fixed  appropriations. 

And  although  enough  be  spent 

To  run  up  taxes  'steen  per  cent., 
The  outrage  he  will  bear  with  Christian  patience. 

And  on  this  account,  you  see, 

He's  beloved  by  Chris  Magee — 
They're  as  thick  as  Joe  and  little  Annie  Rooney, 

And  the  game  between  the  two    , 

Is  tickle  me  and  tickle  you. 
Oh,  there's  not  the  smallest  doubt  but  that  he's 
Tony. 


Though  he's  firmly  tied  to  Chris, 

Yet  he  claims,  in  spite  of  this. 
That  his  principles  are  strictly  Democratic, 

Which  is  odd,  so  much  they  smack 

Of  being  off  the  stalwart  track, 
Or  at  least  of  being  a  little  bit  erratic. 

Thus  he  hustles  right  along 

City  diplomats  among. 
And  of  every  staunch  Mageeite  he's  the  crony; 

So  that  all  the  local  gang 

May  remark  without  a  pang. 
That  there  isn't  the  smallest  doubt  but  that  he's 
Tony, 

4) 


JOSEPH     O.  BROWN. 

"  When    I    started   in    first,  I    made   niy  "  When  I  quit  prothonoting,  I  soon  did  see 

mark  That  the  bar  stood  in  need  of  such  a  man 

In    the    humble    post   of    prothonoLary's  as  me. 

clerk  ;  I   read    old  Blackstone  without   learning 

I  grubbed  along  with  accounts  complex,  much  law 

And  with   documents   I  wrestled   that   a  And  then  hung  out  my  shingle  with  ira- 

saint  would  vex.  mense  i-clat ; 

Of  documents  and  sich,  I  made  such  a  And  this  shingle  was  so  elegant,  I  must 

mess  confess, 

That  now  I  am  the  ruler  of  the  D.  P.  S.  That  now  I  am  the  ruler  of  the  D.  P.  S. 

"At   last    my   boss   was    laid    upon   the  "As  I  hadn't  any  clients,  I  had  time  to 

shelf,  spare 

And  I   turned  in   and   tackled   the  pro-  To  lay  the  ropes  for  getting  of  the  spoils 

thonoting  myself.  my  share  ; 

I  prothonoted  at  intervals  quite  at  my  ease  I  cultivated  heelers  and  stood  in  with  Magee 

And  assumed  an  air  of  business  whne  I  Till  they  passed  the  city  charter  and  took 

gathered  in  the  fees.  care  of  me. 

I   gathered  in  the    fees  with  such  great  And  I  worked  my  little  boomlet  with  so 

success  much  address 

That  now  I  am  the  ruler  of  the  D.  P.  S.  That  now  I  am  the  ruler  of  the  D.  P.  S." 

(125) 


ROBERT    C.    ELLIOTT. 


Get  on  to  the  farmer ;  he's  tilling  the  soil  And  when   schemes   by   the   gang  were 
In  the  most  approved  manner,  according  cooked  up,  you  can  bet, 

to  Hoyle.  To  make  room  for  the  farmer  they  didn't 
His   number   twelve   boots  and   his   hat  forget. 

steeple-crowned  »     ,-     ,      ,  ,  i,      • 

Proclaim  him  a  ruralist  down  to  the  ground,  ^s  far  back  as  rnan  s  recollection  can  run 

He  s  managed  the  paupers  and  had  lots  oi 

Time  was  when  this  chap  led  a  noisier  life,  ^.  .  '    ,  ,  ,     . 

In  the  midst  of  the  city's  wild  racket  and  ^ivmg  people  a  game  on  the  gardemng 

strife  craze, 

In  the  First  ward  he  labored  with  elegance  Though  his  crops  cost  their  weight  in  hard 

o-j-g^^  money  to  raise. 

At   poHtical  jobbing— votes  found  while  ^e  pointed  with  pride  to  beets  Hving  and 

you  wait.  (lead, 

To  cabbages  costing  eight  dollars  a  head, 

As  a  volunteer  fireman  he  had  not  a  peer,  ^o  potatoes  and  onions  at  prices  as  steep. 

He  belonged  to  the  "  Vigies,"  then  famed  ^nd  to  heifers  and  colts  costing  thousands 

far  and  near.  _  for  ^gep. 

In  the  small  hours  of  morning  full  oft  was 

he  seen,  So  pleased  with  his  farming  the  public  be- 
As  he  raced    Hke  the  dickens  behind   a  came 

machine.  That  they  begged  him  forever  to  stick  to 

the  same. 

When  the  ring  came  along  to  wield  abso-  And  that's  why  our  picture  the  gentleman 

lute  sway,  shows 

With  his  ward   at  his  back,  he  stood  in  With    his   rake   and   correct   agricultural 

right  away ;  clothes. 

(126) 


THOMAS    P.    DRUITT. 


Say,  newsies,  here's  a  chap  you  know, 

Full  many  a  time  he's  staked  you  ; 
Likewise  when  off  the  track  you'd  go, 

Full  many  a  time  he's  raked  you. 
He's  stuck  to  you,  whom  fortune  shuns, 

And  ne'er  was  known  to  rue  it, 
With  charity  an  account  he  runs. 

And  never  overdrew  it. 

In  earher  times  he  held  a  case, 

That  is,  he  worked  at  printing, 
Though  friendship  for  the  human  race 

At  other  work  was  hinting. 
A  vision  in  the  air  he  saw, 

Which  bade  him  go  and  do  it, 
Like  pictures  that  the  artists  draw — 

'Twas  Providence  that  drew  it. 

He  first  joined  "Murph  "and  shook  the  cup 
Which  holds  seductive  liquor. 

And  when  the  old  thirst  flickered  up, 
He  just  said  "  Let  'er  flicker." 

(1 


Street  Arabs  then  he  sought  to  win. 
He  Hked  them,  and  they  knew  it ; 

And  once  he  got  his  hand  well  in, 
He  never  once  w\i\\drnv  it. 

He  loaned  them  nickels,  found  them  beds 

And  grub  times  out  of  number, 
And  got  a  home  where  weary  heads 

Could  find  relief  in  slumber. 
Cold  cash  it  took  this  noble  plan 

To  start  and  to  get  through  it ; 
But,  by  his  zeal  and  pluck,  our  man 

From  wealthy  pockets  drew  it. 

Now  all  is  lovely  where  his  crowd 

Of  Arabs  are  located  ; 
Their  princely  mansion  makes  them  proud 

And  largely  elevated. 
Their  lives  are  lightened  with  the  dawn 

Of  pleasure,  as  they  view  it ; 
From  poverty  the  sting  is  drawn, 

And  he's  the  man  that  dreiv  it, 
27) 


HON.  THOMAS  M.  BAYNE. 


Here  is  a  genius  who's  known  quite  exten-  Harped  on  the  bogus  free  trade  bugaboo, 

sively,  Wanted  the  earth,  and  got  half  of  it,  too. 
Cuts  a  wide  swath,  and  does  it  expensively  ; 

Mental  pre-eminence  don't  interfere  So  things  went  on,  till  'twas  time  for  retir- 
With  his  methods  of  making  a  splurge  in  ing  him, 

his  sphere.  Then  he  found  out  folks  were  talking  of 

firing  him  ; 

Boodle  he's  got,  and  he's  made  royal  use  Out  came  the  barrel,  and  just  as  before 

of  it.  The  North  Side  Republicans  chose  him 
Barrels  he's  tapped  when  he'd  get  an  ex-  once  more. 

cuse  for  it ; 

Grateful  constituents  voted  him  square.  Strange  to  relate,  when  he'd  got  things  all 
And  sent  him  to  Congress  with  ballots  to  fixed  again, 

spare.  What  does  he  do    but   make    them   get 

mixed  again  ; 

Once  he  got  there,  he  didn't  begin  to  rest,  Offered  the  people  a  man  of  his  own  ; 

Worked  in  the  big  manufacturers'  inter-  They  didn't  want  bread,  yet  he  gave  them 

est ;  a  stone. 

"Who  wants  high  tariff?"  he'd  yell,  "I'm 

the  man  Oh,  how  the  hardshell  Repubhcans  jumped 
That'll  pile  up  the  d— d  thing  as  high  as  on  him  ! 

I  can."  '"^^^  sorts  of  evil  predictions  were  dumped 

on  him. 

That's  what  he  did  at  the  first  opportu-  "Bye-bye,"  he   said,  "your   confounded 

nity,  alarms 

Helped  Bill  McKinley  along  with  impu-  Can't  keep  me,  at  least,  from  obscurity's 

nity,  arms." 

(12S) 


WM.    FLINN. 


When  Pittsburg's  Tycoon,  in  the  height  of 
his  power 
Had  the  ground  knocked  from  under 
his  feet, 
He  was  stung  to  the  quick  as  his  former 
right  bow'r 
Supplanted  th^  boss  in  his  seat. 
But  the  crestfallen  ruler  was  too  keen  a 
blade 
His  hatred  and  rage  to  betray, 
So  he  just  cracked  a  smile  while  the  other 
essayed 
The  role  of  Mikado  to  play. 


His  Mikadoship  royally  carried  his  crown, 

And  royally  carries  it  yet ; 
He  quickly   established   his  grip  on  the 
town 

And  made  slaves  of  the  City  Hall  set. 
He  ran  the  elections  in  elegant  style. 

Both  branches  of  Councils  controlled  ; 
From  municipal  contracts  he  raked  in  a 
pile, 

Till  the  courts  left  him  out  in  the  cold. 


(I 


Pooh-Eahs  he  created  whenever  he  chose  ; 

City  purchases  suited  him  well. 
Till   the  Glew  farm  affair  like  a  spectre 
arose 

And  the  press  on  his  Jags  rang  the  bell. 
As  a  maker  of  statutes  the  record  he  broke. 

He  introduced  bills  by  the  score. 
Till  the  Harrisburg  Solons  were  ready  to 
croak 

And  voted  his  "  flyers  "  a  bore. 


He's  been  raked  by  the  press  of  this  town 
fore  and  aft 
As  the  rockiest  prince  in  the  land, 
But  his  hide  is  too  thick  to  be  pierced  by 
a  shaft 
That  is  thrown  by  an  editor's  hand. 
So  we    still   must  endure    his   Mikadoioh 
games, 
Which  keep  honest  folks  on  the  rack, 
While  a  burning  desire  many  bosoms  in- 
flames 
That  the  poor  old  Tycoon  may  come 
back. 

=9) 


JOHN    J.   DAVIS. 


Though  a  soldier-like  aspect  he  sports 
And  wears  a  big  badge  on  his  breast. 
This  little  man  never  consorts 

With  the  warriors  like  whom  he  is  drest. 
About  striving  for  glory 
As  long  as  it's  gory 

He  don't  give  a  blankety  blank. 
Milder  methods  he's  followed 
To  make  himself  solid, 

He's  a  secret  society  crank. 


On  occasions  of  state  you  should  see 

The  dignified  air  he  assumes. 

He's  a  corker,  all  judges  agree, 
In  his  elegant  gold  lace  and  plumes. 

When  he  goes  to  conventions, 

Upon  his  pretensions* 
It's  always  a  safe  thing  to  bank, 

For,  though  others  may  hustle, 

He'll  win  in  the  tussle. 
This  secret  society  crank. 


He  belongs  to  the  X.  Y.  of  Z. ; 

He's  the  boss  of  the  P.  D.  of  Q. ; 

He  estabUshed  the  C.  O.  of  D., 
And  the  Mystical  Howdah  Yah  Doo. 

Round  his  numerous  lodges 

He  steadily  dodges. 
The  cash  for  his  dues  down  to  plank ; 

And  those  dealings  extensive 

Are  found  quite  expensive 
By  the  secret  society  crank. 


At  a  desk  in  Municipal  Hall, 

In  the  daytime  he  scribbles  away, 
With  a  smile  and  a  jokelet  for  all, 

Perennially  happy  and  gay. 
When  festive  reporters 
Drop  into  his  quarters, 

He  greets  them  with  courtesy  frank ; 
And  it  makes  the  boys  glad  to 
Donate  a  free  "ad."  to 

The  secret  society  crank. 
(130) 


JAMES    HUNTER. 


The  Sultan  of  Turkey's  a  despot  notorious, 
So  is  his  Highness,  the  worshipful  Czar  ; 
But   to  hunt   up  an  autocrat    tenfold   as 
glorious, 
Oddly  enough,  you  don't  have  to  go  far. 
Pittsburg  must  bow  to 
A  chap  that  knows  how  to 
Give  pointers  to  tyrants  'way  over  the  sea  ; 
While  over  the  river 
The  populace  shiver 
At   the   frown  of   the    boss — Allegheny's 
Magee. 

Above  is  the  latter's  presentment  pictorial ; 
Bearing  his  model's  phizog.  on  his  shield. 
He,  like  the  other,  asserts  a  seignorial 
Right  to  control  the  political  field. 
In  affairs  councilmanic 
It's  simply  satanic 
The  way  that  he  works  things,  and,  'twixt 
you  and  me, 

There's  many  an  ally 
Of  old  Pleasant  Valley 
Who's  mortgaged  his  soul  to  the  Northside 
Magee. 

Few  can  come  near  him  in  squeezing  out 
franchises : 

(» 


Only  the  Manchester  stands  in  his  way. 
And  in  Councils  the  size  of  his  pull  in  both 
branches  is 
Tantamount  fairly  to  absolute  sway. 
Wyman  he  backs  up, 
And  Murphy  he  cracks  up. 
The  heads  of  departments  in  Queer  street 
would  be 

If  they  didn't  adore  him — 
This  high  cockalorum, 
Common    Council's   last   chairman — the 
Northside  Magee. 


With  the  boodle  he's  made  now  his  state  is 
imperial ; 
Royalty  hasn't  a  costlier  home  : 
Splendor  surrounds  him,  and  vassals  se- 
verial 
Treat  him  like  Coesar  Augustus  of  Rome. 
Europe's  not  in  it ; 
One  can't  help  but  grin  at 
Crowned  chumps  who  suppose  they're  on 
top  of  the  tree  ; 

Fof  whoe'er  would  set  eyes  on 
A  boss  with  no  flies  on, 
Needn't  hunterround  far  from  the  North* 
side  Magee. 
30 


HERMAN    HANDEL. 


Dot's  der  bicture  von  mein  back — 

Ach,  es  ist  so  schoen  ! 
Dot  von  beauty  I've  no  lack 

Kannst  du  sicher  seh'n. 
Efery  one  mein  veatures  knows— 

Freunde  hab'  ich  viel. 
I  trinks  mein  peer  und  vears  mein  glothes 

Im  echten  deutschen  StyL 


Shtill  to  mein  barty  do  I  shtick, 

Stets  treu  und  kreuzfidel ; 
So  long  als  I  gan  durn  a  drick 

Da  steh'  ich  zu  Befehl, 
A  vollower  von  Yackson  I ; 

Bin  an  der  rechten  Seit', 
A  Temogratt  I'll  lif  und  die 

Auf  alle  Ewigkeit. 


In  bolitics  I'm  bretty  shmart — 

Das  ist  ja  wohlbekannt. 
You'll  find  in  der  Campaigner's  art 

Ich  bin  kein  Dilettant. 
Vonce  for  Regorder  I  game  out— 

Ach,  Gott !  das  war  ein'  Schlacht, 
Mein  vriends — boor  souls  !  vos  put  to  rout 

Wie  Niemand  je  gedacht. 


Aldough  I'm  in  der  hayseed  line 

Und  Land  und  Vieh  besitz' 
Dere's  no  Alliance  fake  in  mein- 

Das  ist  ja  bios  ein  Witz, 
So  if  folks  tell  you  I'm  a  chay, 

Dran  glauben  sol  1st  du  nit — 
But  gome  und  zee  me  any  day 

Und  trink'  ein  Glaeschen  mit. 


(^32) 


PROF.    B.    WEIS. 


Who  doesn't  know  this  German  face 

And  whiskers  mutton-choppish, 
Attractive,  but  without  a  trace 

Of  affectation  foppish? 
Their  owner  in  this  town  maintains 

A  prominent  position  ; 
The  ear  he  charms  with  beauteous  strains, 

For  he's  the  boss  musician. 


In  street  parades  they  proudly  march, 

Dressed  up  in  outfits  splendid, 
And  at  their  head,  as  stiff  as  starch, 

His  Jags,  with  cheeks  distended, 
A  B  cornet  like  sixty  blows  ; 

High  sentiments  inspire  him  ; 
All  eyes  are  fixed  on  him,,  he  knows, 

And  all  who  see,  admire  him. 


He  leads  a  military  band, 

A  famous  aggregation, 
Whose  music  meets  on  every  hand 

With  glowing  approbation. 
Cornets  and  altos,  big  trombones, 

Bass  horns  and  drums  that  clatter, 
Unite  in  deftly  blended  tones 

Sweet  harmonies  to  scatter. 


Sometimes  the  band  shifts  off  to  strings, 

Orchestrally  combining, 
Our  hero  then  the  baton  slings 

And  shows  his  talents  shining. 
Applause  on  every  side  rings  out. 

And  great  is  his  elation, 
For,  'tis  agreed,  without  a  doubt, 

He  knocks  out  all  creation. 


Loj'^al,  staunch  and  true  as  steel  (e^ 
Is  this  party  prepossessing, 
In  his  countenance  expressing 
That  he  owns  a  conscience  clear. 
AVho  he  is  we  won't  reveal, 

Though  his  likeness  goes  a  great  way 
To  identify  him  straightway 
As  a  city  bank  cashier. 


With  suavity  immense 

He  receives  'em.     It's  amusing 
How,  consenting  or  refusing, 
Still  he  makes  himself  appear 
To  derive  dehght  intense 

From  the  regular  persistence 
Of  the  chaps  who  want  assistance 
From  the  citv  bank  cashier. 


From  the  bottom  to  the  top 

He  has  made  his  way  in  banking, 
His  associates  out- ranking 
In  position  year  by  year, 
And  his  progress  naught  could  stop. 

For  it  pleased  him  well  to  shoulder 
All  the  cares  of  a.  freeholder 
And  a  city  bank  cashier. 


He's  a  bachelor  as  yet 

And  with  triple-plated  anguish 
Maidens  numerously  languish 
Who  his  home  would  like  to  cheer. 
But  while  thus  he  is  beset. 

For  his  beauty  and  his  siller 
Nothing  of  a  lady-killer 
Is  the  city  bank  cashier. 


Folks  with  promissory  notes 

Come,  attracted  like  the  needle 
To  the  pole,  our  man  to  wheedle 
And  to  whisper  in  his  ear. 
Frisky  chaps  that  sow  wild  oats. 
And  run  short  of  ready  lucre, 
Seek  to  play  financial  euchre 
With  the  city  bank  cashier. 


Out  of  politics  he  stays, 

Though  he's  one  of  Chris's  cousins. 
And  inducements  has  by  dozens 
Crafts  political  to  steer. 
So  you  see  the  part  he  plays 

Shows  discretion  unremitting, 
And  a  rule  of  life  befitting 
Any  city  bank  cashier. 


(134) 


JOHN  F.  STEELE. 


A  PROMINENT  figure  among  Pittsburg  financiers  is  John  F.  Steele, 
■*■  ^  cashier  of  the  Freehold  Bank  on  Fourth  avenue.  Mr.  Steele  was 
born  and  reared  at  Brady's  Bend,  Pa.  When  he  was  yet  a  lad,  his  family 
removed  to  the  Fourteenth  ward,  Pittsburg,  and  there  he  attended  the  public 
schools  until  he  reached  the  age  of  fifteen.  He  has  been  about  fifteen  years 
with  the  Freehold  Bank,  working  his  way  up  from  the  foot  of  the  ladder  to 
the  position  of  cashier,  which  he  assumed  in  1884. 

Mr.  Steele  is  a  bachelor,  handsome  and  much  sought  after  by  the 
ladies ;  but  so  far  has  been  proof  against  temptation.  He  is  wealthy,  hav- 
ing accumulated  a  handsome  fortune  through  judicious  investments.  He  is 
of  a  courteous  and  obliging  disposition,  and  his  personal  popularity  has 
contributed  more  largely  to  the  prosperity  of  the  Freehold  Bank  than 
almost  any  other  influence.  He  likes  a  good  horse,  and  is  often  seen  driv- 
ing a  fast  team  on  Forbes  street.  He  is  a  cousin  of  C.  L.  Magee,  but  the 
relationship  does  not  inspire  him  with  political  ambition,  conservative  appli- 
cation to  business  being  an  iron-clad  rule  with  him,  aside  from  such  demands 
as  society  makes  upon  his  time.  As  regards  tact,  foresight,  and  correct 
judgment  in  financial  undertakings,  Mr.  Steele  is  justly  regarded  as  having 
few  superiors  in  local  business  circles. 

(135) 


Have  you  ever  thought,  dear  reader, 

When  perchance  an  eye  you  cast 
On  the  pages  of  the  Leader, 

With  appreciation  vast, 
What  a  quantity  prodigious 

Of  white  paper  we  must  use, 
As  each  day  with  zeal  religious 

We  keep  grinding  out  the  news? 


From  the  time  of  his  beginning 

Right  along  his  trade  increased, 
And  success  he's  had  in  winning 

Reputation  in  the  east. 
And  from  towns  on  the  Atlantic 

Big  supphes  he  gets  by  freight, 
Which  he  sells  in  lots  gigantic, 

ReaHzing  profits  great. 


By  the  mile  it  keeps  a-running 

Through  machinery  immense, 
Which  of  scientific  cunning 

Is  a  wondrous  evidence. 
And  the  man  who  keeps  supplying 

It  as  fast  as  we  can  print. 
May  be  mentioned,  without  lying. 

As  the  owner  of  a  mint. 


At  a  national  bank — the  Second— 

His  headquarters  may  be  seen  ; 
There  by  methods  shrewdly  reckoned 

He  conducts  his  trade  machine. 
And  since  coming  here  from  Beaver — 

That's  where  first  he  saw  the  light — 
Enterprise  has  been  the  lever 

That  has  raised  him  "out  of  sight." 


His  pictorial  presentment 

Here  we  offer,  and  you'll  trace 
An  expression  of  contentment 

On  his  classic-looking  face.' 
His  mustache  is  independent, 

Self-reliant  is  his  nose. 
While  integrity  resplendent 

In  his  every  feature  glows. 


So  hereafter,  when  perusing 

What  the  Leadei'  has  to  say. 
The  remembrance  don't  be  losing 

Of  what's  told  to  you  to-day. 
Recollect,  the  "little  joker" 

Of  this  journal,  we  confess, 
Is  the  jolly  paper-broker 

Who  supphes  our  printing  press. 


{^Z(>) 


J.  F.  McCAUGHTRY. 


J 


F.  McCAUGHTRY,  although  his  estabhshmcnt  in  business  dates  only 
J  •  from  1884,  is  to-day  the  most  extensive  dealer  in  paper  in  the  city  of 
Pittsburg,  and  the  only  broker  selling  paper  by  the  car  load.  Mr.  Mc- 
Caughtry  was  born  in  Beaver  County  38  years  ago,  and  early  developed  the 
keen  commercial  instinct  which  has  since  marked  his  undertakings.  Since 
he  came  to  Pittsburg  his  progress  has  been  exceptionally  rapid,  the  trade 
which  he  has  built  up  being  alike  extensive  and  remunerative.  He  occupies 
a  commodious  office  in  the  Second  National  Bank  building,  at  the  corner  of 
Ninth  and  Liberty  streets,  where  he  carries  on  transactions  in  book  and 
newspaper  stock  with  New  York,  Philadelphia  and  Baltimore,  besides  com- 
manding a  large  local  trade.  He  represents  the  two  largest  western  manu- 
facturers of  straw  boards,  friction  and  binder's  board,  and  in  print,  book  and 
manilla  papers  he  represents  the  largest  eastern  manufacturers.  Glass 
manufacturers'  wrapping  paper  is  one  of  his  specialties. 

Mr,  McCaughtry  is  endowed  with  all  the  characteristics  that  go  to  make 
a  successful  business  man.  He  is  far-seeing,  energetic  and  industrious,  and 
the  embodiment  of  integrity  in  all  his  dealings. 

(137) 


When  the  judges  in  the  license  court  with  dignity 

decide 
As  to  who  shall  be  the  chosen  ones  and  who  shall 

be  denied, 
Never  a  moment    do  they  hesitate    to  grant    the 

license  boon 
To  the  bluff  Fifth  avenue  Irishman  that  runs  the 

boss  saloon. 

He's    a    County    Galway    thoroughbred — a    Celt 

from  tip  to  toe; 
Connemara's  stamped  upon   him,   though  he  left 

it  years  ago; 
A  visage  beaming  brightly  as  the  sun  that  shines 

at  noon 
Marks  the  bluff  Fifth  avenue  Irishman  that  runs 

the  boss  saloon. 

Thirty  years  ago  petroleum  producing  was  his  trade ; 
He  kept  dodging   round    the  oil  wells^  and   full 

many  a  spec  he  made; 
Cash  returns  were  quick  and  hefty,  but  were  used 

up  mighty  soon 
By  the  bluff  Fifth  avenue  Irishman  that  runs  the 

boss  saloon. 

'Twas  when  Bradford  was  the  centre  of  his  oper- 
ations vast 

That  in  Pittsburg  he  appeared  and  with  high- 
rolling  folks  was  classed; 

Into  favor  here  instanter,  like  a  dashing  big  dragoon, 

Charged  the  bluff  Fifth  avenue  Irishman  that  runs 
the  boss  saloon. 

He  was  cheek  by  jowl  with  Dan  O'Day  and  other 

chaps  like  that; 
His  heart  was  always  open  and  his  wallet  always  fat ; 

(I 


So   his  Pittsburg  friends  enticed  him  here— they 

sang  a  siren's  tune 
To  the  bluff  Fifth  avenue  Irishman  that  runs  the 

boss  saloon. 

Here  he  came,  in  fine,  and  settled  down,  invest- 
ing wealth  profuse 

In  a  hostelry  the  like  of  which  the  town  could 
not  produce. 

"  It's  finer  than  the  red,  red  rose  that's  tiewly 
sprung  in  June," 

Said  the  bluff  Fifth  avenue  Irishman  that  runs 
the  boss  saloon. 

But  with  this  he  wasn't  satisfied,  although  pre- 
eminent. 

Three  hundred  thousand  dollars  in  a  new  lay-out 
he  spent. 

And  his  patrons  were  invited  at  the  opening  to  reune 

By  the  bluff  Fifth  avenue  Irishman  that  runs  the 
boss  saloon. 

To  the  new  Aladdin's  palace  full  of  wonderment 

they  came. 
Statesmen,  business  men  and  editors,  and  others 

known  to  fame; 
They  ate  and  drank  and  speechified  till  fain  with 

pride  to  swoon 
Was  the  bluff  Fifth  avenue  Irishman    that    runs 

the  boss  saloon. 

When  historians  in  time  to  come  record  the  marvels 

great 
That  have  been  elaborated  in  this  section  of  the  State, 
First  of  all  they'll  put  the  monument  artistically  hewn 
By  the  bluff  Fiftli  avenue  Irishman  that  runs  the 

boss  saloon. 

38) 


JOHiN  NEWELL. 


u  T^ACILE  PRINCEPS"  in  the  cafe  and  restaurant  business  in  the  west- 
-*-  ern  part  of  Pennsylvania  is  John  Newell,  owner  and  proprietor  of 
the  magnificent  establishment  on  Fifth  Avenue  below  Smithfield  Street. 
Mr.  Newell  is  a  native  of  County  Galway,  Ireland,  and  came  to  this  country 
when  he  was  eight  years  old.  His  family  settled  in  Boston,  and  remained 
there  until  i86i,  when  his  father,  Anthony  Newell,  moved  to  Titusville. 
There  John  Newell  entered  the  oil  trade,  and  he  has  dealt  in  oil  almost  con- 
tinuously ever  since.  He  was  located  for  many  years  in  the  Bradford  terri- 
tory, and  during  his  operations  in  that  section  spent  most  of  his  time  in 
Pittsburg. 

In  1 89 1,  Mr.  Newell  bought  the  property  at  No.  99  Fifth  Avenue,  and 
in  March  of  the  present  year  (1892)  opened  up  a  cafe  which  good  author- 
ities pronounce  the  finest  in  the  world.  It  seats  400  people,  and  more  than 
one  thousand  meals  are  served  daily.  The  building  and  furnishment  cost 
^300,000. 

John  Newell  has  always  been  accustomed  to  invest  on  a  large  scale. 
When  he  obtained  his  first  start  in  the  oil  business  he  made  money  rapidly. 
The  loss  of  $40,000  in  a  single  day  knocked  the  ground  from  under  his 
feet,  but  he  recovered  himself,  and  since  that  time  has  prospered  steadily. 
His  friends  and  acquaintances  are  numbered  by  tens  of  thousands,  and 
among  them  are  the  most  substantial  people  of  Allegheny  County. 

(139) 


What  personage  pre-eminent, 

In  whom  both  pomp  and  power  are 

Does  this  engraving  represent? — 

Some  folks  may  want  to  know. 
An  emperor,  maybe,  or  a  king. 
With  countless  minions  on  a  string? 
Oh,  no ;  his  Jags  is  no  such  thing. 

Though  looking  largely  so. 

A  plainer  sphere  in  life  he  fills. 
Relieving  common  people's  ills 
With  nauseous  draughts  and  odious 

As  laid  down  in  the  books. 
Yet,  though  this  plain  "  profesh  "  he 
His  aspirations  reach  the  skies, 
And  in  his  planning  he's  as  wise 

And  wily  as  he  looks. 

Time  was,  when  in  a  minor  "  sit," 
The  radiance  of  his  genius  lit 
The  workings  of  a  madhouse,  fit 
To  make  the  angels  weep. 


Some  day  he'd  surely  fill,  he  thought, 
blent,      The  boss's  shoes,  but  all  for  naught ; 
The  job  a  hated  rival  caught, 
Whereat  his  wrath  was  deep. 


pills, 
plies. 


His  failure  in  this  little  deal 
Induced  him  next  to  make  appeal 
To  have  the  paupers  imbecile 

In  quarters  new  installed. 
Assemblymen  vouchsafed  the  boon  ; 
The  Governor  will  confirm  it  soon, 
And  changed  will  be  our  hero's  tune- 
To  boss  it  he'll  be  called. 


He  is  a  Democrat,  you  see, 
And  surgeon  to  the  N.  G.  P. ; 
Thereon  he  rests  his  present  plea — 

What  more  could  people  ask? 
Besides,  for  Mayor  the  dark  horse  plan 
He's  often  tried,  and  so  our  man 
May  cheerfully  the  future  scan — 

In  fortune's  smile  he'll  bask. 
(140) 


C.  CHASE  WILEY,  M.  D. 


A  PLACE  of  honor  on  the  roll  of  medical  practitioners  in  Allegheny 
County  is  occupied  by  the  name  of  Dr.  C.  C.  Wiley,  who  is  also 
prominent  in  military  and  political  circles.  Dr.  Wiley  was  born  at  Peach 
Bottom,  York  County,  Pa.,  March  22,  1853,  of  distinguished  ancestry.  His 
grandfather,  J.  D.  Wiley,  was  an  ofificer  in  the  war  of  1812,  and  received  the 
award  of  a  land  warrant  for  meritorious  services.  Dr.  Wiley  was  reared  and 
worked  on  a  farm.  He  carried  mail  and  drove  a  stage  between  York  and 
Peach  Bottom,  and  afterwards  clerked  in  a  country  store.  He  was  educated 
in  the  common  schools  and  in  a  select  school  at  Bangor,  Pa.,  and  also  at- 
tended the  York  High  School  and  York  County  Academy,  after  his  father, 
having  been  elected  sheriff  of  York  County,  moved  to  the  county  seat. 

Dr.  Wiley  read  medicine  with  his  uncle,  Dr.  N.  B.  Bryans,  and  Dr.  Mc- 
Kcnnon,  physician  in  charge  of  York  City  Hospital,  where  he  studied  ner- 
vous diseases  and  insanity.  He  also  attended  the  College  of  Physicians  and 
Surgeons  at  Baltimore,  Md.,  where  he  took  the  degree  of  M.  D.  in  1875. 
During  his  studies  he  was  connected  with  the  College  of  Maternity  hospitals. 
In  July,  1877,  he  was  appointed  assistant  superintendent  of  Dixmont  Hos- 
pital for  the  insane.  In  1883  he  resigned  to  engage  in  general  practice,  and 
in  the  same  year  married  Miss  Kate  McDonald,  daughter  of  Captain  J.  V. 
McDonald,  of  Beaver,  Pa.,  and  located  at  Hazlewood.  He  was  then  ap- 
pointed surgeon  to  the  B.  &  O.  Railroad  Association  and  to  the  Elba  Iron 
Works. 

In  July,  1877,  Dr.  Wiley  was  commissioned  by  the  Governor  as  assist- 
ant surgeon  of  the  Eighteenth  regiment,  N.  G.  P.,  with  the  rank  of  first 
lieutenant.  In  August,  1888,  after  passing  the  board  of  examiners,  he  was 
promoted  and  commissioned  surgeon  of  the  regiment,  with  the  rank  of  major. 

Dr.  Wiley  is  a  member  of  the  Allegheny  County  Medical  Association, 
of  the  Pittsburg  Gynecological  Society,  of  the  National  Association  for  the 
Prevention  of  Insanity  and  the  Protection  of  the  Insane,  and  of  the  Medico- 
Legal  Association  of  New  York.  He  is  an  ardent  Democrat,  and  takes  keen 
interest  in  the  movements  of  his  party. 

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0  Germany,  why  did  you  ever  let  slip 
This  gentleman  flip 
On  an  out-going  ship  ? 
You'd  have  done  so  much  better  his  wing- 
lets  to  clip 
And  keep  him  the  Kaiser  to  serve  ; 
For  'tis  plain  from  his  phiz  that  his  intel- 
lect's vast, 
Striking  people  aghast 
With  the  science  amassed 
In  the  days  when  his  rivals  at  school  he 
outclassed 
In  industry,  quickness  and  nerve. 

'Tis  a  fact  worth  recording  that  when  he 
came  here 
From  the  country  of  beer 
And  of  dialects  queer 
He  was  blest  with  such  wonderful  quick- 
ness of  ear 
That  he  learnt  our  tongue  in  a  trice  ; 
And  having  performed  this  remarkable  feat, 
A  would-be  complete 
Metropolitan  sheet 
Took  him  on  as  reporter,  and  paid  him  a 
neat 
Little    sal,  and    he  proved  worth    the 
price. 

(I 


He  turned  into  English    the    stories    of 
Grimm, 
And  articles  trim 
With  exceptional  vim, 
And  in  excellent  language,  were  ground 
out  by  him 
Who  in  Dutch  was  accustomed  to  think  ; 
And  by  all  those  who  knew  of  his  work 
'twas  agreed 
To  be  curious  indeed 
That  he'd  ever  succeed 
In  producing  aught  else  but  what  surely 
must  lead 
To  driving  the  public  to  drink. 

An  electric  high  roller  observing  his  skill 
.  Employed  him  to  fill 
A  job  where  the  quill 
Comes  in  mighty  handy— he's  holding  it 
still— 
'Tis  to  get  up  remarks  for  the  press ; 
His  salary's  large,  and  he's  prospering  so 
That  he's  taken  in  tow 
For  weal  or  for  woe 
A  helpmate  from  England,  and  thus  does ' 
he  show 
That  there's  nothing  succeeds  like  suc- 
cess. 
42) 


ERNEST  H.  HEINRICHS. 


ERNEST  H.  HEINRICHS,  the  trained  journalist  who  acts  as  advertising 
agent  for  the  Westinghouse  concerns,  was  born  in  Germany,  April  3,' 
1862.  He  studied  at  the  public  schools,  the  Real  Schule,  and  the  college 
at  Wesel,  and  learned  English  at  Reading,  in  Berkshire,  England,  where  he 
served  for  a  time  as  a  tutor.  He  came  to  the  United  States  in  1885, 
worked  on  the  EnglisJi-Aincrican  in  New  York,  and  in  1886  came  to  Pitts- 
burg and  became  a  reporter  on  the  daily  papers,  holding  at  different  times 
positions  on  the  Commercial-Gazette  and  the  Dispatch.  His  original  stories 
and  translations  from  the  German  in  the  columns  of  the  latter  journal  gave 
him  a  wide  reputation.  At  present  he  devotes  his  entire  attention  to  the 
service  of  the  Westinghouse  concerns,  and  principally  of  the  Westinghouse 
Electric  Company. 

The  Westinghouse  Company,  although  little  more  than  five  years  in 
existence,  leads  the  world  to-day  in  the  manufacture  of  electrical  machinery 
and  apparatus,  every  variety  of  which  is  turned  out  at  the  company's  work- 
shops. Over  one  thousand  patents,  covering  the  most  valuable  ideas  in 
the  electric  art,  are  controlled  by  this  concern.  The  Westinghouse  Com- 
pany inaugurated  the  system  of  incandescent  lighting  known  as  the  West- 
inghouse Alternating  Current  system,  which  is  conceded  to  solve  the  prob- 
lem of  cheap  and  convenient  illumination,  and  rises  permanently  superior  to 
competition. 

The  success  of  the  Westinghouse  Company  in  other  departments  of 
the  electrical  industry  is  similarly  remarkable.  Notable  instances  are 
furnished  in  the  manufacture  of  apparatus  for  arc  lighting,  for  the  long 
distance  transmission  of  power,  for  stationary  power  plants,  and  for  the 
electrical  operation  of  railways. 

The  apparatus  for  the  long  distance  transmission  of  power  is  a  great 
boon  to  mines,  mills,  and  manufacturing  plants,  especially  where  fuel  is 
scarce. 

The  Westinghouse  Company  also  provides  the  ideal  system  of  electric 
rapid  transit,  represented  by  their  generators  and  railway  motors.  The 
gearless  motor,  introduced  by  this  company,  is  a  triumph  of  mechanical 
science  in  point  of  combined  simplicity  and  utility.  Hundreds  of  rapid 
transit  lines  throughout  the  country  use  these  appliances. 

The  Company  has  three  large  factories  located  in  Pittsburg,  Newark, 
N,  J.,  and  New  York  City. 

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If  music  has  charms  savage  breasts  to  appease 

Then  behold  a  philanthropist  true, 
Who  never  omits  the  occasion  to  seize 
'    To  give  music,  sweet  music,  its  due. 

With  countenance  glowing 

And  eloquence  flowing, 
He'll  prove  in  a  logical  way 

That  the  outlook  most  dire  is 

Unless  your  desire  is 
To  buy  a  pianofortay. 

His  first  love  was  the  law,  and  he  studied  awhile 

With  no  shortage  of  vigor  and  vim, 
But  Elackstone  he  found  was  a  rusty  old  file, 
And  a  vast  deal  too  crooked  for  him. 

So  from  law-books  he  parted. 

And  down-town  he  started 
As  a  dealer  in  instruments  gay. 

'Mid  his  friends  in  he  waded 

And  many  persuaded 
To  buy  a  pianofortay. 

Having  proved  his  ability,  promptly  he  shook 

The  partnership  then  by  him  held. 
And  set  up  an  establishment  on  his  own  hook 
Where  his  profits  quite  rapidly  swelled. 
'Mid  uprights  and  grands  he 
Indulges  his  fancy, 

(I 


Pure  musical  taste  to  display; 

And  with  all  sorts  of  graces, 

The  people  he  braces 
To  buy  a  pianofortay. 

Though  his  store  is  in   Pittsburg,  his  home  is 
abroad, 
In  the  neighboring  burg  he  resides. 
There  he  sits  in  the  Councils  and  looks  to  the 
rod 
That  in  pickle  for  ringsters  abides. 
Into  boodlers  degraded 
He  fearlessly  waded 
And  made  them  the  penalty  pay 

For  their  crimes;    so  they  fear  him 
And  ne'er  will  come  near  him 
To  buy  a  pianofortay. 

He  was  marshal-in-chief  of  the  cause  of  reform 

In  May'r  Kennedy's  recent  campaign. 
And  'tis  whispered  around  that  his  loyalty  warm 
To  pure  government  is  not  in  vain. 

Political  boomers 

Are  sending  out  rumors 
That  as  May'r  he'll  be  chosen  some  day; 

Yet,  however  he's  splurging. 

Folks  still  he'll  be  urging 
To  buy  a  pianofortay. 

44) 


JOHN    R.  HENRICKS. 


THE  Henricks  Music  Co.  Ltd.  is  chartered  under  the  laws  of  the  State  of 
Pennsylvania,   and  is  composed  of  John   R.   Henricks,  W.   P.   Hanna, 
Wm.  E.  Wheelock,  Chas.  B.  Lawson,  and   Mark  Porritt. 

This  company  is  the  largest  music  concern  in  Pennsylvania,  and  occu- 
pies the  large  store  rooms  and  basement  running  from  Fifth  avenue  to 
Virgin  alley,  covering  14,400  square  feet. 

Mr.  John  R.  Henricks,  Chairman  of  the  Compan\-,  was  born  in  Alle- 
gheny City  in  1853,  and  has  resided  there  ever  since,  and  has  been  in  later 
years  prominently  identified  in  public  affairs  of  the  city.  Mr.  Henricks  has 
been  in  the  music  business  over  twenty  years,  and  has  a  thorough  knowl- 
edge of  its  different  branches. 

Mr.  W.  P.  Hanna,  the  Secretary  and  Treasurer  of  the  Company  was 
born  in  New  Castle,  Pa.,  and  after  studying  music  some  years,  completed 
his  studies  at  the  Boston  Conservatory  of  Music,  and  afterwards  conducted 
a  music  store  in  Sharon,  Pa. 

Messrs.  William.  E.  Wheelock  and  Charles  B.  Lawson,  Vice-Chairman 
and  Manager,  respectively,  of  the  Henricks  Music  Co.  Ltd.,  reside  in  New 
York,  and  are  members  of  the  Wheelock  &  Co.,  Lindeman  &  Sons,  and 
Stuyvesant  Piano  Companies,  which  are  ranked  among  the  leading  piano 
factories  of  the  country. 

Mr.  Mark  Porritt,  one  of  the  Managers  of  the  Company,  is  a  native  of 
England,  and  after  studying  music  there,  and  under  Monsieur  Courras  at 
the  Paris  Conservatory  of  Music,  left  the  old  for  the  new  world,  and  estab- 
lished himself  in  Pittsburg  about  seven  years  ago. 

The  leading  makes  of  pianos  and  organs  are  handled  by  the  Henricks 
Music  Co.  Ltd.,  including  the  celebrated  Weber,  Lindeman  &  Sons,  Whee- 
lock &  Co.,  and  Stuyvesant  pianos,  and  the  renowned  Farrand  &  Votey, 
Palace  and  Kimball  organs. 

The  business  done  covers  the  States  of  Pennsylvania,  Ohio  and  West 
Vircinia,  and  embraces  the  custom  and  endorsement  of  the  best  musicians 
and  families  in  the  different  sections. 

A  visit  to  the  Henricks  Music  Co.  Ltd.  will  be  both  instructive  and 
enjoyable,  as  the  utmost  courtesy  is  extended  to  visitors  as  well  as  to 
customers. 

(145) 


There  is  kindliness  effulgent, 

Generosity  indulgent, 
And  good  nature  in  the  visage  that  depicted  here 
you  see, 

Which  is  why  you'll  scarce  believe  it, 

Or  be  able  to  conceive  it. 
That  a  regulation  undiluted  }iighivayxi\2.\\.  is  he. 


Novi',  perchance  this  observation 
May  lose  force  on  explanation. 
Since  he  isn't  a  Dick  Turpin  robbing  people  on  a 
hoss; 
For  instead  of  robbing  stages 
And  engaging  in  rampages, 
Of  the  highways  and  the  sewers  in  the  East  End 
he's  the  boss, 


In  the  period  exciting 

When  the  North  and  South  were  fighting, 
With  enthusiasm  boyish,  on  the  telegraphic  key 

For  the  North  he  operated. 

And  his  service  culminated 
When  he   went    with    Old   Tecumseh   from    At- 
lanta to  the  sea. 


Days  of  peace  came  on,  and  found  him 
With  a  million  wires  around  him. 
Supervising   for   the   P.    R.  R.  its   lines   of  tele- 
graph; 


( 


Then  the  city  fathers  hired  him 
As  an  expert,  and  required  him 
To  control  the  fire  alarm  and  boss  the  operative 
staff. 


He  put  in  the  Gamewell  system; 
Little  wonder  that  they  missed  him 
When  he  wandered  to  the  eastward,  filled  with 
restlessness  of  soul; 
And  that  when  at  length  returning 
To  the  friends  that  had  been  mourning. 
He  got  back  his  old  position  and  his  dear  police 
patrol. 


Later  on,  by  law  exalted. 

Into  pow'r  and  prestige  vaulted 
Eddie  Bigelow,  and  took  our  subject  bodily  along, 

Saying,  "  I'm  the  boss  now,  Sammy, 

And  in  consequence,  why  damme. 
You  will  be  the  East  End  highwayman,  a  theme 
for  tale  and  song." 


Sammy  took  the  place  thus  tendered, 

And  has  yeoman  service  rendered, 
Booming  Highland  Park  and  supervising  labor 
on  the  street; 

Hence  the  natural  confession 

That  his  choice  of  a  profession 
As  a  highwayman  eventuates  in  victoiy  complete. 

46) 


SAMUEL  T.  PAISLEY. 


SAMUEL  T,  PAISLEY,  Superintendent  of  the  East  End  Department  of 
Highways  and  Sewers,  was  born  in  the  Fifteenth  ward,  Pittsburg,  in 
May,  1846,  and  has  been  a  resident  of  Pittsburg  all  his  Hfe,  excepting  a 
period  of  about  three  years.  He  graduated  from  the  public  schools  and 
Central  High  School,  and  also  attended  Harvard  University,  On  leaving 
Harvard  in  1863,  at  the  age  of  seventeen,  he  entered  the  service  of  the  War 
Department  as  chief  telegraph  operator,  in  which  capacity  he  continued  for 
two  years  under  Sherman,  Burnside  and  Rosecrans,  He  was  with  Sherman 
in  the  famous  march  to  the  sea. 

Returning  hom.e  in  May,  1865,  Mr.  Paisley  came  through  Washington 
with  Sherman's  "bummers,"  as  they  were  called.  On  arriving  in  Pittsburg 
he  became  chief  operator  for  the  P.  R.  R.,  and  had  control  of  all  the  lines 
and  operators  between  Pittsburg  and  Altoona.  He  left  the  employ  of  the 
Railroad  Company  to  engage  in  the  service  of  the  City  as  Superintendent  of 
the  fire  alarm  and  police  telegraph.  It  was  under  his  supervision  that  the 
Gamewell  system  was  introduced,  and  his  management  of  the  work  of  con- 
struction elicited  the  highest  commendations.  After  seven  years'  service  in 
this  position,  Mr.  Paisley  went  east  to  fill  a  position  of  similar  character.  On 
his  return  to  Pittsburg  three  years  later,  he  was  reappointed  Supermtendent 
of  the  fire  alarm,  and  held  the  place  for  a  further  term  of  three  years,  when 
he  resigned  to  become  Superintendent  of  the  East  End  Highways  Depart- 
ment, which  place  he  now  holds. 

Mr.  Paisley  also  has  the  entire  supervision  of  Highland  Park,  the  en- 
largement and  improvement  of  which  are  largel}/  due  to  his  untiring  efforts. 
He  has  held  unopposed  the  ofiice  of  School  Director  in  tlie  Twentieth  ward 
for  six  years.  On  the  death  of  his  mother  eight  years  ago,  he  inherited 
about  $75,000,  and  he  is  to-day  one  of  the  largest  property  owners  in  the 
East  End. 

Mr.  Paisley  is  a  widower,  and  again  in  the  market.  He  sa}'s  there  is 
one  period  in  his  life  which  he  would  like  to  live  over  again — a  period  in 
which  the  helpful  influence  of  his  life-long  friend,  "Ed."  Bigelow,  and  of 
Chris  Magee,  both  of  whom  stuck  to  him  through  thick  and  thin,  stood  him 
in  good  stead. 

Mr.  Paisley  is  an  excellent  official,  whose  value  to  the  city  commands 
constant  recognition.  He  is  firm  in  the  enforcement  of  city  ordinances,  and 
enthusiastic  in  the  work  of  street  improvement.  To  his  subordinates  and 
the  citizens  who  come  in  contact  with  him  he  is  all  kindness  and  considera- 
tion. He  is  a  power  in  politics,  a  high-degree  Mason,  and  while  he  does 
not  profess  to  be  a  society  man,  enjoys  the  regard  of  an  immense  circle  of 
friends.  Modest,  unassuming,  and  the  soul  of  generosity,  "Sam"  Paisley 
thoroughly  merits  the  place  which  he  has  won  in  public  esteem. 

(    47) 


"Arrah  musha,  bedad,  sure  to  know  me  is  "  Whin  we  hould  our  convintions,  there's 

aisy,  always  big  shindies, 

Just  look  at  me  phiz  an'  you're  sure  to  But  meself  is  the  lad  that  knows  how  to 

catch  on  ;  preside  ; 

I'm  a  bould  Irish  boy,  an',  you  bet,  I'm  a  I   holler  out,   'Boys,  kindly  rise  up    the 

daisy  windeys 

Of  min  of  me  class  there  is  only  the  An'  throw  out  the  fellers  that  ain't  on 

wan.  our  side.' 

-  I   left  the  ould  dart  to  get  shut  of  the  .,  ^^  j  ^^j^P  ^^^^^  ^^  ^^^^^^^  ^^^.^^  ^  ^,^^ 

^^^°^'  I  ain't  in  it 

An'  now  I  have  wealth,  an'   mflooence,  j   ^^^^^   ^  ^^^^^^'      ^^^^  .^  ^^^^^^^  ^,^^^^ 

^^g°^ '  talk  • 

I'm    a   Dimmycrat   thrue~a   disciple  of  whativer  the  party  attimpts  I'm  agin  it, 

Jackson,  An' soon  they  find  out  who's  the  cock 

An  carry  the  vote   of  the  ward  m  me  ,    ,     ^^■'^^i^ 

fob. 


"At  the  primaries — Och  !  sure  it's  there  "  So  in  politics  here   I'm   respected  an' 

I'm  a  la-la  ;  dhreaded  ; 

I  know  all  the  ropes,  an'  I  work  things  I'm  a  bad  man  from  Badville,  me  rivals 

to  suit ;  declare  ; 

Whin  I  set  up  the  pins,  then  I'd  shtake  An'   I'm  glad  that  they  say  so — it  keeps 

me  last  dollar,  up  me  credit 

They  can't  be  pulled  down  by  no  kickin'  As  a  statesman  with  whom  there  ain't 

galoot.  none  to  compare." 

(148) 


PATRICK  FOLEY. 


INHERE  are  few  Democrats  in  Pennsylvania  as  well  known  and  none 
known  better  than  Patrick  Foley,  the  war  horse  of  the  Allegheny 
County  Democracy.  Mr.  Foley  was  born  in  the  city  of  Cork,  Ireland, 
January  6,  1840,  and  emigrated  in  September,  1849,  settling  at  Washington, 
Pa.  He  went  to  school  until  he  was  thirteen  years  old,  when  he  commenced 
driving  carts  on  the  Hempfield  Railroad.  Later  on  he  tried  farming  and 
brickmaking.  In  1861  he  married,  and  in  1863  came  to  West  Pittsburg, 
■now  the  Thirty-fourth  ward,  and  worked  as  a  blacksmith's  helper.  After- 
wards he  worked  as  a  puddler's  helper  in  Singer,  Nimick  &  Company's  mill. 
At  the  end  of  18  months  a  furnace  was  given  him  in  Painter  &  Sons'  mill, 
where  he  worked  for  many  years.  He  became  an  active  member  of  the 
United  Sons  of  Vulcan,  and  attended  three  national  conventions  of  the 
order. 

In  1870,  Mr.  Foley  was  made  Superintendent  of  the  puddling  depart- 
ment of  Painter's  mill.  He  held  this  position  until  1880,  when  he  resigned 
to  take  charge  of  his  large  livery  stable  in  the  Thirty-sixth  ward,  and  to 
engage  in  railroad  contracting. 

Mr.  Foley  is  a  life-long  Democrat,  has  been  Chairman  of  the  City  Com- 
mittee for  many  years,  and  is  never  missing  from  the  County  and  State  con- 
ventions of  his  party.  He  is  an  admirable  presiding  officer,  and  no  man 
knows  better  how  to  bring  order  out  of  chaos  when  warring  factions  come 
together  in  the  convention  hall. 

For  five  years  he  was  a  member  of  the  West  Pittsburg  Council,  and  in 
1872,  after  consolidation,  was  elected  to  Pittsburg  Common  Council  from 
the  Thirty-fourth  ward,  serving  nine  years  in  that  branch.  He  also  served 
in  Select  Council,  being  elected  from  the  Thirty-fourth  and  Thirty-sixth 
wards  respectively.  He  was  a  member  of  the  Riverside  School  Board  for 
twelve  years,  during  ten  of  which  he  acted  as  President  of  that  body,  and 
it  was  largely  through  his  efforts  that  the  fine  school-house  in  the  Riverside 
district  was  secured. 

Mr.  Foley  is  now  a  member  of  the  World's  Fair  Commission  from 
Pennsylvania,  and  stands  in  high  repute  \  ith  the  Pattison  administration. 

His  histor}^  exemplifies  throughout  the  triumph  of  natural  intelligence, 
fixity  of  purpose,  patient  industry,  and  an  instinctive  capacity  for  perceiv- 
ing and  seizing  opportunities  of  self-advancement,  over  the  disadvantages 
which  beset  a  man  whose  start  in  the  world  is  made  at  the  foot  of  the 
ladder. 

(  149  ). 


In  the  classic  shades  of  Bloomfield,  nigh  to  Jus- 
tice Leslie's  ward, 

There  lives  a  fighting  Democrat,  who's  held  in 
high  regard; 

Our  artist  here  has  done  him  up  with  intent  to 
reveal. 

In  black  and  white,  the  man  who  used  to  boss 
the  jury  wheel. 

His  experience  in   politics   isn't  lengthy,  but,  oh 

my ! 
Something's  always  sure  to  drop  whene'er   you 

hear  his  battle  cry; 
Other  workers  may  be  elegant  in  a  dicker  or  a  deal, 


Next  came  Secretary  Harrrty,  with  places  to  allot. 

And  offered  our  man  a  clerkship,  which  he  gob- 
bled on  the  spot. 

Thus  a  double  set  of  jobs  he  held,  but  still  was 
proud  to  feel 

That  none  could  swipe  the  man  who  used  to  boss 
the  jury  wheel. 

When  for  State  Convention  Delegate  he  ran,  not 

long  ago. 
The    Brennen    crowd    opposed    him,    and    they 

thought  he  had  no  show; 
But,  bless  your  heart !  'Twas  ludicrous  to  hear  the 

ringsters  squeal 


But  there's  none  of  'em  downs  the  man  that  used  When   lambasted  by  the   man  who  used  to  boss 
to  boss  the  jury  wheel.  the  jury  wheel. 

'Twas  in  '89,  or  thereabouts,  he  made  his  maiden  In  selecting  decent  jurors,  he  was  never  known  to. 

fight,  .  fail. 

To  secure  the  jury  commissionership  and  reach  a  Though  the  old  "  Com.  Gaz."  and  Larkin  cooked 

lofty  height,  up  quite  another  tale; 

And  the  blood  of  the  chaps  who  tackled  him  then  Whereon  of  condemnation  stern  Judge  Ewing  set 

must  even  now  congeal,  the  seal. 

When  they  think  about  the  man  who  used  to  boss  While  he  eulogized  the  man  who  used  to  boss  the 

the  jury  wheel.  jury  wheel. 

He  was  first  to  start  the  local  boom  for  Pattison's  Just  one  weakness  has  our  hero,  which  is  really 

second  term,  mighty  odd. 

And  it  filled  his  heart  with  joy  to  make  the  Wal-  He  looks  up  to  Mr.  Harrity  as  a  sort  of  demi- 

lace  boomers  squirm;  god, 

The  Governor,  when  elected,  thanked  him  kindly  But  the  populace  makes  light  of  that,  and  seeks 

for  his  zeal,  not  to  conceal 

Quite  delighted  with  the  man  who  used  to  boss  Its  affection  for  the  man  who  used  to  boss  the 

the  jury  wheel.  jury  wheel. 

(150) 


JOHN  W.  JILES. 


/COINCIDENT  with  the  accession  of  Hon.  William  F.  Karrity  to  the  lead- 
^-^  ership  of  the  Pennsylvania  Democracy  has  been  the  rise  of  John  W. 
Jiles  from  the  status  of  a  local  politician  of  moderate  prominence  to  that  of 
a  recognized  representative  of  Allegheny  County  in  State  politics.  Mr. 
Jiles  was  born  in  what  is  now  the  Sixteenth  ward,  Pittsburg,  in  1863.  After 
completing  a  common  school  education,  he  engaged  with  his  father  in  the 
sand  business,  and  continued  at  that  occupation  for  several  years.  In  1887 
Mr.  Jiles  entered  politics,  taking  an  active  part  in  the  mayoralty  fight.  He 
was  elected  a  State  Delegate  in  1888,  and  carried  the  Lawrenceville  wards 
almost  unanimously.  In  the  same  year  he  was  elected  to  the  State  Com- 
mittee, and  also  to  the  office  of  Jury  Commissioner.  He  still  retains  his 
membership  as  a  State  Committeeman.  In  1890  Mr.  Jiles  signalized  him- 
self as  a  Pattison  enthusiast,  and  took  to  Scranton  15  delegates  in  the 
interest  of  our  present  Governor.  On  the  installation  of  the  Democratic 
administration,  in  1891,  he  was  appointed  Assistant  Corporation  Clerk 
under  Secretary  Harrity,  which  position  he  now  occupies. 

In  January,  1892,  Mr.  Jiles  was  a  candidate  for  re-election  to  the  State 
Committee.  All  the  local  leaders,  with  the  exception  of  Pat  Foley,  antago- 
nized him,  and  his  opponents  even  went  the  length  of  endeavoring  to  dam- 
age his  official  reputation.  In  the  face  of  these  discouraging  circumstances, 
Mr,  Harrity's  lieutenant  won  a  splendid  victory.  To  no  other  Democrat  in 
the  county  have  honorable  triumphs  come  as  easily  as  to  John  \V.  Jiles. 

(15O 


If  of  high  official  dignity  the    acme    you   would 

see, 
Here's  its  counterfeit  presentment  just  as  like  as 
like  can  be, 
V/ith  his  chest  so  wide  expanding 
And  his  optic  so  commanding, 
Never  had  a  king  or  kaiser  such  a  royal  look  as 
he. 
He's  a  thorough  Anglo-Saxon, 
Who  will  freely  use  the  ax  on 
Shallow  chumps  who  give  him  trouble  with  their 
kicking  and  their  tiffs; 
But,  you'll  find,  for  no  amount  he 
Would  go  back  upon  the  county 
Which  employs   him   to  hold  sessions  over  acci- 
dental stiffs. 


When   the   art   of  nabbing  criminals  he  thought 

he  had  acquired 
With   ambition  to   excel    as   a  fly  copper  he  was 
fired; 
Then  an  agency  he  got  up. 
Which  in  rapid  order  shot  up 
To  the  pinnacle  of  fame,  and   still  is  even,^where 
admired. 
But  this  feat  did  not  content  him, 
He  was  after  more  per  centum 
On  the  value  of  his  influence,  and  hence  he  made 
the  run 
On  the  legislative  ticket, 
But  the  opposition  wicked 
Knocked  him  out  of  the  "  posish  "  by  a  majority 
of  one. 


He's  a  native-born  Fourth  warder,  and  is  always 

done  up  brown 
By  the  boys  who  run  elections  in  that  section  of 
the  tovi'n. 
"Arrali  now,"  they'll  say,  "just  tell  us 
What  you're  v/antin'  from  us  fellers. 
And  we'll  see  to  it  that  no  one  is  allowed  to  turn 
you  down." 
With  these  forces  to  support  him, 
City  bosses  have  to  court  him, 
And  to   let  him   in  the   running   of  things  local 
have  a  part, 
Great  has  been  his  luck  in  M'inning 
Such  a  pull,  for  his  beginning 
Wasn't  n]uch — as  "  Barney's  "  constable  in  life  he 
got  a  start. 


Bitter,  bitter  were  the  teais  he  shed,  and  then  he 

went  to  Chris, 
Who  said  to  him  "  Cheer  up,  dear  heart,  and  I'll 
attend  to  this; 
If  there's  nothing  else,  why,  damme. 
You  can  size  up  bodies  clammy. 
And  the  sal's  enough  to  raise  you  to  the  seventh 
heaven  of  bliss." 
All  was  settled  in  aminute 
And  our  subject  was  right  in  it, 
With  his  deputies  the  county  he  has  numerously 
socked, 
And,  although  a  pompous  noodle 
Has  cut  short  the  flow  of  boodle, 
Yet  we  honestly  can  say  that  the  persimmon  he 
has  knocked. 


(^52) 


iiEBER  Mcdowell. 


TTEBER  McDowell,  the  popular  and  efficient  Coroner  of  Allegheny 
■*- ^  County,  was  born  in  the  First  Ward,  Allegheny,  October  29,  1854, 
and  is  a  son  of  William  and  Margaret  McDowell.  Lie  was  educated  at  the 
First  ward  public  schools  of  Allegheny,  and  at  the  L'on  City  College.  His 
first  entry  into  business  life  was  as  a  messenger  boy  in  the  employ  of  the 
Western  Union  Telegraph  Company,  and  he  afterwards  occupied  a  similar 
position  in  the  freight  department  of  the  C.  &  P.  R.  R.  Later  on  he  went 
into  the  express  business  with  the  Merchants'  Express  Company.  Having 
considerable  political  strength  in  the  Fourth  ward,  he  became  a  candidate 
for  Constable  and  was  elected  easily.  His  association  with  Magistrate  Mc- 
Kenna  increased  his  influence,  and  helped  to  place  him  fairly  in  line  for  the 
preferment  which  afterwards  came  to  him. 

For  some  time  Mr.  McDowell  conducted  a  detective  agency  with  con- 
siderable success.  On  January  7,  1887,  he  was  elected  Coroner,  and  has 
occupied  that  position  ever  since.  He  has  been  a  model  official,  and  the 
Coroner's  office  under  his  management  has  become  a  very  different  institu- 
tion from  what  it  was  under  the  old  lax  order  of  things.  A  complete  sys- 
tem of  records  and  provision  for  identification  has  been  established,  and 
the  Coroner  has  been  making  strenuous  efforts  to  secure  legislation  enabling 
the  establishment  of  a  public  morgue. 

(^53) 


CAPTAIN  ALEXAND5:R  wishart. 


Now  Pittsburg  opens  wide  her  gates, 
For  lo,  the  red-nosed  delegates 
Are  flocking  in  from  all  the  States ; 

They  make  a  solemn  show. 
A  godly  and  a  zealous  throng 
Of  folks  who  never  can  go  wrong, 
Because,  you  see,  they  all  belong 

Unto  the  L.  &  O. 


Each  crank  in  turn  will  work  his  jaws, 
And  win  unHmited  applause, 
By  cracking  up  the  old  blue  lav/s 

With  sanguinary  zest. 
Soda,  cigars,  and  milk-shakes,  too. 
They'll  pledge  themselves  to  fight  anew, 
While  street  cars  must  be  lost  to  view 

Upon  the  day  of  rest. 


Behold  the  saintly  Pittsburg  clan. 
With  Blowhard  Wishart  in  the  van, 
A  lantern-visaged,  four-eyed  man — 

Above  you  see  his  phiz. 
Arrived  in  the  convention  hall, 
Wishart  will  open  up  the  ball. 
And  tell,  with  his  accustomed  gall, 

How  great  a  chap  he  is. 


No  wonder  that  these  fellows  boast. 
For  far  and  near  they  rule  the  roost ; 
Of  stupid  laws  they  make  the  most 

With  arrogant  pretense. 
Take  courage,  though,  for  there's  no  doubt 
The  blue  laws  yet  will  peter  out, 
And  crankdom  will  be  put  to  rout 
By  solid  common  sense. 
(154) 


JOS.  GITTINGS. 

Here's  a  dumpy  little  chappie  In  a  concert  or  recital 

With  a  countenance  quite  happy,  He  can  clearly  prove  his  title 

On   his   merry  face   you'd    never   see  a      To  a  place  among  the  elect  in  his  line. 

frown,  With  his  spike-tail  coat  and  glove- 

And  his  brains,  it  may  be  ^tated,  lets, 

In  his  fingers  are  located —  Snowy  white  as  wings  of  dovelets. 

He's  the  boss  piano-player  of  the  town.  The  appearance  he  presents  is  superfine. 


In  the  small  hours  of  the  morning,  Thus  by  pounding  unabated 

The  seductive  pillow  scorning,  He  has  wealth  accumulated. 

Up  he  jumps  and  grinds  out  classics  by  And  his  name  and  fome  have  traveled  far 
the  yard.  and  near. 

When  the  midnight  hour  is  sounding  If  you're  any  sort  of  guesser 

Still  the  ivories  he's  pounding  You'll  catch  on  to  the  professor 

Till  the  neighbors  wish  he'd  go  gehenna-  For  we've  tried  to  give  you  just  the  proper 
ward.  steer. 

(155) 


The  solemn  look  engraven 
On  this  visage  cleanly  shaven 
Is  suggestive  of  a  preacher  with  the  vir- 
tues of  a  saint ; 
But  we  tell  you,  in  all  candor, 
Off  the  track  you  will  meander 
If  you  take  him  for  a  clergyman.    Oh,  no  ! 
not  much  he  ain't. 


In  this  m.ood  he  cleared  his  stable, 
Introduced  the  grip  and  cable, 
Which  made  luxury  of  travel,  and  soon 
caught  the  public  taste. 
Rivals  didn't  dare  to  scoff  at 
The  idea,  but  to  profit 
By   so  useful   an    example    ev'ry   one    of 
them  made  haste. 


In  his  youth  he  was  the  greenest 
Kind  of  modest  young  machinist. 
Though  he'd  lots  of  grit  and  muscle,  and 
could  always  push  his  way. 
And  though  all  with  him  was  hunky, 
While  with  tools  he  had  to  monkey. 
He  was  shrewd  enough  for  higher  things 
his  little  plans  to  lay. 


Nowadays  this  lallycooler 
Is  th^  rich  and  potent  ruler 
Of  a  score  or  more  of  railroads  by  a  syn- 
dicate controlled. 
Out  in  Lawrenceville  he's  solid, 
By  the  voters  he  is  followed. 
And  in  Lawrencevillian  polities  can  knock 
the  ringsters  cold. 


Very  simple  is  the  story 
Of  his  rise  to  wealth  and  glory  ; 
'Twas  at   supervising  horse-cars   that  his 
first  success  he  made. 
But  the  hybrid  kind  of  stock  he 
Had  on  hand  turned  out  so  rocky' 
That  he  looked  around  for  something  to 
cast  horse-cars  in  the  shade. 


Is  there  any  one  can  blam.e  him, 
If  for  May'r  he  lets  'em  name  him? 
He's   a  joker  from    away  back,   and    he 
loves  to  start  a  row. 
Yet,  they  say,  despite  his  funning, 
That  some  day  he  will  be  gunning 
For  the  mastery  at  City  Hall,  and  to  get 
there  he  knows  how. 


(156) 


MURRAY  VERNER. 


OUITE  a  large  niche  in  that  part  of  the  temple  of  fame  which  belongs  to 
^^^  the  city  of  Pittsburg  is.  filled  by  the  stalwart  figure  of  Murray  Verncr, 
street  railway  magnate  and  all-round  capitalist.  Mr.  Verner  is  an  athlete, 
and  comes  of  athletic  stock,  and  to  that  circumstance,  perhaps,  is  attribut- 
able the  straight-out-from-the-shoulder  fashion  in  which  he  has  worked  his 
way  along  the  road  to  fortune,  until  now,  at  the  age  of  38  years,  he  finds 
himself  at  the  goal.  He  was  born  and  reared  in  Pittsburg,  and  made  his 
start  in  the  world  in  this  city.  In  1874  he  was  appointed  clerk  in  the  re- 
ceiver's office  of  the  Citizens'  Passenger  Railway.  In  1876  he  became  Su- 
perintendent of  the  line,  and  remained  in  that  position  until  1890,  when  he 
resigned,  to  accept  the  position  of  General  Manager  for  the  Pittsburg  and 
Birmingham  Traction  Company.  While  the  Birmingham  line  was  being 
altered  to  a  traction  road,  Mr.  Verner  served  as  General  Manager  for  the 
Rochester,  N.  Y.,  street  railway  syndicate,  and  also  as  Manager  and  Vice- 
President  of  the  Buffalo,  N.  Y.,  street  railway  system.  On  the  completion 
of  the  Birmingham  Traction  Road  he  was  made  its  President. 

Murray  Verner  possesses  great  strength  in  city  politics,  although  he 
seldom  chooses  to  exercise  it.  Pie  has  been  frequently  mentioned  for 
Mayor  on  the  Republican  ticket,  and  would  have  little  difficulty  in  being 
elected  if  he  consented  to  become  a  candidate.  He  is  married,  and  is  the 
father  of  a  family  of  the  brightest  children  in  Allegheny  County.  Mr.  Ver- 
ner resides  on  Penn  Avenue,  East  End,  and  is  the  owner  of  an  entire  resi- 
dence block  in  that  section, 

(^57) 


The  managing  editor— yes,  this  is  he, 

A  wiry  and  brisk-looking  chap, 
Who    resembles   Doc.  Watts's  exemplary 
bee, 
Which  forever  had  business  on  tap. 
Day  and  night  he  keeps  striving, 
Inventing,  contriving, 
Slick  schemes  other  journals  to  beat, 
For  his  paper  discloses 
A  mania  to  pose  as 
A  "great  metropolitan  sheet." 

He's  a  Celt  by  descent  and  by  birth  a 
Kanuck, 
So  has  earmarks  of  both  hemispheres ; 
From  home  he  was  driven,  blaspheming 
his  luck, 
By  the  influx  of  Yankee  cashiers. 
'Twas  really  alarming 
How  bankers  kept  swarming 
Across  when  they'd  been  indiscreet. 
So  he  came  here  a-chasin', 
And  worked  at  a  case  on 
The  ''great  metropolitan  sheet." 

(I 


He  went  on  sticking  type  till  he  finally 
caught 
The  boss  editorial  eye, 
And  was  given  a  tip  that  in  future  he  ought 
His  hand  at  reporting  to  try.    ■ 
This  he  did  with  such  glory 
'Twas  not  long  before  he 
Slid  into  the  city  "ed's  "  seat. 
And  with  vigor  uncommon 
Made  things  fairly  hum  on 
The  "great  metropohtan  sheet." 

One  day  quoth  the  Chief,  "  Now  confound 
the  expense. 
You  shall  be  our  right  bower  from  date, 
Though  in  moulding  opinion  we  sit  on  the 
fence. 
We  want  to  be  otherwise  straight." 
His  heart  this  did  gladden. 
Though  'twould,  by  George,  madden 
An  average  hustler  to  meet 
All  the  trials  of  temper 
And  deadweights  that  hamper 
The  "great  metropolitan  sheet." 
S8) 


GEORGE  A.  MADDEN. 


MUCH  of  the  credit  for  the  elevation  of  the  Pittsburg  Dispatch  to  its 
present  place  in  the  front  rank  of  American  journaHsm  belongs  to  the 
managing  editor,  George  Albert  Madden,  who,  as  an  all-round  newspaper 
man,  familiar  with  the  details  of  his  profession  from  Alpha  to  Omega,  has 
not  a  superior  in  the  state. 

Mr.  Madden  was  born  December  13,  1850,  at  Newburg,  Ont.,  Canada. 
His  father  was  a  Canadian  and  his  mother  a  Frenchwoman,  of  the  Thibeau- 
deau  family,  one  of  the  oldest  in  Lower  Canada.  While  attending  school  he 
surreptitiously  spent  most  of  his  time  in  a  printing  office.  His  penchant 
for  the  business  finally  led  to  his  securing  parental  consent  to  his  learning 
it.  At  the  early  age  of  sixteen  he  had  mastered  the  art  preservative.  After 
graduating  as  a  "jour,"  he  worked  at  cases  in  Toronto.  Then  he  crossed 
the  line  to  Buffalo,  and  in  the  w^inter  of  1870,  he  came  to  Pittsburg  and 
secured  cases  on  The  Paper.  When  this  journal  died  of  inanition,  Mr. 
Madden  went  to  the  Dispatch  composing  room.  He  held  "ad"  cases  there 
for  a  couple  of  years,  and  also  served  as  assistant  foreman.  From  the  com- 
posing room  he  was  called  down  to  edit  telegraph  and  do  local.  Finally  he 
accepted  a  position  on  the  local  staff  under  the  late  Neil  Shaw.  After  a  year 
under  Mr.  Shaw,  he  went  to  the  Coiinnercial  Gazette  and  worked  a  year  on  the 
local  staff  of  that  paper  under  "Judge"  Ramsay.  He  then  returned  to  the 
Dispatch  and  took  charge  of  the  telegraph  desk.  When  the  Times  changed 
hands  he  was  associated  with  Messrs.  Welshons  and  Seif  in  its  reorganization. 
After  a  few  months  with  the  Times,  he  again  returned  to  the  Dispatch  and 
succeeded  Mr.  Shaw  as  managing  editor.  It  was  in  1885  that  Mr.  Madden 
assumed  this  responsible  position,  and  from  that  time  up  to  the  present  he 
has  never  relaxed  his  energies  in  the  endeavor  to  keep  the  Dispatch  in  the 
van  of  the  newspaper  procession.  To  the  versatility  of  talent  essential  in  his 
position  he  adds  a  capacity  for  genuine  hard  work  that  is  simply  amazing. 
Friends  have  held  up  a  warning  finger,  and  George  Madden's  break-down 
has  been  ominously  predicted  a  hundred  times  over;  but  still  the  busy 
editor  keeps  up  his  daily  sacrifice  on  the  altar  of  progress  without  the  slight- 
est depreciation  of  results. 

Mr.    Madden's    tastes,    out   of  business    hours,   are    domestic.     He    is 
married  and  the  head  of  an  interesting  household. 

(159) 


You   may   talk  about    your    jurists   intellectually 
hunky, 
Whose  solemnity  and  dignity  the  county  bench 
invest 
With    a    character    of    sanctity   wherewith    none 
dares  to  monkey, 
And  which  seems   to  come  expressly  from  the 
regions  of  the  blest. 
You  may   talk   of    saintly   Porter,   with  his  Tim 
O'Leary  label, 
And  of  Saints  McClung  and  Kennedy,  whom 
Chris  put  on  the  slate. 
But   you  won't   convince   the   people  that  these 
paragons  are  able 
To    lay    over    him    that's    shown    above — the 
Straight-out  candidate. 


On   his   genial  personality   no   need   there   is   of 
dwelling; 
Who  that  ever  ran  across  him  don't  appreciate 
his  worth? 
Though   he's   dignified,    there's    nothing  that    is 
freezing  or  repelling 
In  the  way  in  which  his  right  to  be  respected 
is  set  forth. 
But  he  sticks  to  it  that   self-respect  in  men  who 
would  be  judges 
Don't  require  that  they  should  strut  around  in 
arbitrary  state, 
And  be  placed  in  nomination  by  the  very  worst 
of  dodges — 
No  such  monkey  work  is  needed  by  the  Straight- 
out  candidate. 


Far  and  wide  throughout  the  county  people  know 
his  visage  smiling; 
No  pretense  he  makes  of  being   too  exalted  to 
submit 
To  the  judgment  of  the  voters,  which,  as  being 
too  defiling. 
To  be  exercised  on  Chris's  men  the  gang  would 
not  permit. 
No;    our  man  is  not  afraid   to  face  the  dictum  of 
his  party. 
And  to  scout  the  claims  of  Chris  and  Flinn  the 
bench  to  dominate; 
And  the  citizens,  because  of  this,  extend  a  greet- 
ing hearty 
To  that  royal,  staunch  Republican — the  Straight- 
out  candidate. 

(i 


Is  he  quahned?  None  better;    he's  been  through 
the  mill  already; 
When  Judge  Sterrett  vv'as  promoted,  then  "  Old 
Straight-out  "  took  his  place, 
And  with  judgment  always  cautious  and  a  solid 
nerve  and  steady, 
He  showed  that  he  could  wrestle  with  the  very 
toughest  case. 
But  the  ring  was  not  in  love  with  him,  nor  liked 
his  way  of  ruling, 
And  that's  the  reason  why  they  took  to  knifing 
him  of  late; 
But  they're  finding  out  at  present  that  the  voters 
aren't  fooling. 
And  that  victory  is  certain  for  the  Straight-out 
candidate. 


60) 


CHARLES  S.  FETTERMAN. 


EX-JUDGE  FETTERMAN  is  famous  in  the  dual  capacity  of  a  skilled 
jurist  and  an  apostle  of  stalwart  Republican  doctrine.  He  was  born 
in  Beaver  County  in  1841,  and  moved  to  Allegheny  County  with  his  parents 
when  he  was  eight  years  old.  He  was  educated  in  the  common  schools  on 
the  South  Side,  and  later  took  an  academical  course.  In  1864  he  was  ad- 
mitted to  the  bar,  and  a  year  later  commenced  the  practice  of  law.  His 
success  was  immediate,  and  the  rapidity  of  his  professional  advancement  is 
often  cited  as  an  instance  of  what  intellectual  force  seconded  with  indom- 
itable industry  and  enterprise  can  accomplish. 

On  the  occasion  of  Judge  Sterrett's  appointment  by  Governor  Hart- 
ranft  to  succeed  Judge  Williams  on  the  Supreme  Bench,  Mr.  Fetterman  was 
appointed  to  fill  the  vacancy.  His  record  on  the  bench  was  unexception- 
able. He  was  notably  impartial;  his  rulings  were  models  of  clearness  and 
accuracy,  and  the  Supreme  Court  never  found  it  needful  to  reverse  his  de- 
cisions. 

In  June,  1891,  v/hen  the  Republican  County  Committee  assumed,  con- 
trary to  party  rule,  the  responsibility  of  accepting  the  Governor's  appointees 
to  the  bench  of  the  new  Court  of  Common  Pleas  No.  3,  as  Republican 
nominees,  and  thus  undertook  to  pool  issues  with  the  Democrats,  Judge 
Fetterman  became  a  "Straight-out"  Republican  candidate  for  the  bench, 
and,  in  spite  of  the  opposition  of  both  party  machines,  polled  over  20,000 
votes. 

The  family  of  Judge  Fetterman  has  been  known  in  Allegheny  County 
for  three-quarters  of  a  century,  and  is  among  the  oldest  in  the  State,  dating 
back  to  1750.  His  uncle,  W.  W.  Fetterman,  was  admitted  to  the  bar  in 
1822.  His  father  was  admitted  in  1825,  and  afterwards  went  to  Bedford 
County,  whence  he  was  sent  to  the  Legislature  in  1827  and  1828.  During 
that  time  he  introduced  the  first  common  school  law  in  Pennsylvania. 
Jonathan  Plummer,  the  great-grandfather  of  Judge  Fetterman,  came  to 
America  in  1750.  He  was  Commissary  to  General  Braddock  in  1755,  ac- 
companied General  Forbes  when  he  took  possession  of  Fort  Duquesne  in 
1758,  and  remained  in  Fort  Pitt  under  Colonel  Bouquet  until  1761.  He 
then  retired  to  private  life. 

Judge  Fetterman's  first  vote  was  cast  for  Abraham  Lincoln,  and  he  has 
ever  since  been  an  unswerving  Republican. 

(161) 


ANDREW  MORROW. 


Talk  of  thofotlghbifed  conductors — why,  we'd  like  All  think  the  world  of  Andy,  and  the  happy  mo- 

to  bet  a  V,  ment  bless 

That  there's  not  another  living  like  the  one  that  When   he  took   the  supervision   of  the   Beaver 

here  you  see;  Falls  express. 

Who  he  is,  it's  very  easy  from  the  cut  of  him  to 

guess,  .  jii  ^i^g  evening,  just  at  5  o'clock,  from  town  he 

Tis  the  well-beloved  "  Andy,"  of  the  Beaver  Falls  starts  away 

express.  y^j^^j  >^[^  then  the  ladies — bless  their  hearts-^at- 

tired  in  garments  gay, 

Ever  since  the  line  was  started— forty  years  ago  Come  thronging  into  Andy's  train,  and  force  him 

or  more —  to  confess 

In  the  role  of  ticket-taker  he's  been  always  to  the  That  heaven  is  not  a  marker  to  the  Beaver  Falls 

fore,  express. 

But  his  being  antiquated  doesn't  lessen  his  sue- 

'^^^^    ...  Now  since  Andy's  such  a  worthy  lad,  his  bosses 
As  the  plenipotential  ruler  of  the  Beaver   Falls  often  thought 

express.  That  to  take  a  through  express  and  bigger  salary 

he  ought; 

That's  tlie  train  they  call  the  "  gill-edged,"  since  But  at  Beaver  Falls  he's  got  a  wife  and  children, 

it's  patronized  by  swells;  whose  distress 

In   its  complement  of  wealtliy  folks  it   certainly  Would  be  keen  if  he  played  traitor  to  the  Beaver 

excels.  Falls  express. 

Morn  and  evening  the  observer  the  conviction 

can't  suppress  So  here's  looking  at  you,  Andy,  here's  your  health 
That  aristocrats  are  plenty  on  the  Beaver  Falls  in  ticket  punch, 

express.  You're  worth  as  much  as  any  six  conductors  in  a 

bunch; 

The   banker  and  the  broker,  whose  finances  are  And  hence,  we  say,  a  man  will  miss  one-half  his 

immense,  life,  unless 

The   merchant   who   in    dollars   and    dents    has  He  goes  in  for  daily  travel  on  the  Beaver  Falls 

reached  pre-eminence,  express. 

(162) 


WILLIAM  J.  BRENNEN. 


Here's  a  bluff  Irishman,  fond  of  publicity  ;  For  Auditor  General  next  he  came  out, 

Thirsting  for  fame  is  his  great  eccentricity.  But  the  measly  Republicans  put  him  to  rout, 
'Mid    Democrats   here  he's   an    eminent 

man  After  the  State  had  thus  rudely  rejected 
And    he  runs  for  an  office  whenever  he  him, 

can.  Democrats  here  as  their  chairman  elected 

him. 

One  time  he  worked    in  a   mill   horny-  Once  more  ambition  his  heart  did  consume, 

handedly.  And  he  started  a  lively  Congressional  boom. 
But,  as  he  said  to  his  friends  very  candidly, 

Nature  had  blessed  him  with  quickness  of  Speeches  he  ground  out  which  made  the 

jaw,  boys  rally  up, 

So  he  gave  up  perspiring  and  took  to  the  Hired  a  brass  band  which  played  like  a 

law.  calliope ; 

Went  through  the  town  with  his  musical 
Great  was  the  hit  he  made  as  a  barrister,  mokes, 

Justice  shed    tears  for  the  way  that  he  Who  furnished  rich  matter  for  newspaper 

harassed  her,  '  jokes. 

CHents  poured  in  on  him  ;    shekels  the 

same.  Sad  was  his  fate,  though  the  Democrats 
And  the  country-side  speedily  rang  with  stuck  to  him, 

his  name.  Musical  mokes  had  brought  little  luck  to 

him. 

Statesmanship  now  took  his  time  up  ex-  Knocked  out  he  was  ;  but  he  said,  "Though 

clusively,  I'm  beat. 

Phantoms  he  chased,  which  dodged  him  The  next  time  I  run  I'll  get  there  with  both 

elusively,  feet." 

(163) 


Take  off  your  hats, 

Ye  Democrats, 
And  make  your  bow  respectfully 

To  your  local  head, 

Who  can't  be  said 
To  discharge  his  trust  neglectfully. 
His  royal  figure  above  is  shown, 
There  isn't  much  fat,  but  lots  of  bone ; 

He  rules  with  hand 

Of  iron,  and 
He's  proud  to  be  on  a  Jacksonian  throne. 


In  Councils  he 

Opposed  Magee 
And  ring  exploits  antagonized  ; 

By  boss  control 

His  heart  and  soul 
Full  many  a  time  were  agonized. 
When  votes  around  him  went  for  sale, 
To  score  the  ring  he  never  would  fail, 

And,  spite  of  jeers, 

Rebuffs  and  sneers. 
From  many  a  job  he  rent  the  veil. 


Not  very  far 

From  Dwyer's  bar 
In  the  Eighteenth  ward  he  flourishes. 

In  Hatfield's  groves 

He  sometimes  roves, 
And  dreams  ambitious  nourishes. 
He  was  called  to  the  bar — not  Dwyer's, 

you  know. 
But  another  one  just  as  full  of  woe, 

And  so  did  shine 

In  the  legal  line. 
That  to  Councils  atlast  he  was  chosen  to  go, 

(I 


'Twas  very  plain 

In  the  last  campaign 
That    he'd    mastered    the   wild,   unholy 
gang, 

Who  won't  unite, 

But  always  fight— 
The  O'Learyites  and  the  Foley  gang. 
For  Pattison  every  mother's  son 
Turned  in,  and  thus  was  victory  won, 

And  so  with  pride 

He's  glorified 
As  a  worker  that  yanks  the  political  bun. 
64) 


HENRY  T.  WATSON. 


A  S  a  representative  of  the  best  type  of  Democracy,  as  well  as  a  success- 
-^  ^  ful  attorney,  H.  T.  Watson  enjoys  a  wide  reputation.  He  was  born  in 
Armstrong  County  in  1850,  of  an  old  and  well-known  family.  His  great- 
grandfather was  one  of  the  three  people  who  first  settled  in  Apollo,  and  his 
uncle  was  Sheriff  of  the  county.  At  the  age  of  sixteen  he  moved  to 
Westmoreland  County,  where  he  worked  on  a  farm.  After  he  had  taken  a 
thorough  course  at  Mt.  Union  College,  he  went  to  the  oil  country  near 
St.  Petersburg,  and  remained  there  three  years,  during  which  period  he 
earned  the  money  which  supported  him  while  preparing  for  the  legal  pro- 
fession. Mr.  Watson  then  came  to  Pittsburg  and  read  law  with  John  F. 
Edmundson.  He  was  admitted  to  the  bar  in  1881,  and  engaged  at  once  in 
active  practice.  At  the  same  time  he  rose  into  prominence  in  Democratic 
politics.  He  served  eight  years  as  Select  Councilman  from  the  Eighteenth 
ward,  retiring  at  the  end  of  that  time  of  his  own  volition.  For  two  years 
he  was  Chairman  of  the  Democratic  County  Committee,  and  acquitted 
himself  ably  in  that  position.  He  is  now  out  of  politics,  and  devotes  him- 
self entirely  to  his  law  practice,  which  is  extensive  and  yields  him  a  hand- 
some income. 

(165) 


In  this  youth,  so  gay  and  dashing, 
With  an  eye  like  sunhght  flashing, 

And  the  air  of 

One  whose  share  of 
Worldly  goods  is  nowise  slight. 
You  perceive  the  highest  order 
Of  refined  Eleventh  warder. 

Quick  and  ready, 

Shck  and  steady, 
And  distinctly  "out  of  sight." 

His  patronymic  is  euphonic. 
For  his  parents  are  Teutonic. 

Round  they  shifted. 

Here  they  drifted, 
Long  before  this  chap  was  born. 
Wealth  they  were  not  slow  in  gaining, 
And  they  gave  the  youth  a  training 

Literary, 

So  that  nary 
One  his  gifts  could  treat  with  scorn. 

When  his  college  days  were  ended, 
He  secured  an  opening  splendid 

With  his  father. 

Who  would  rather 
That  in  bus'ness  he  should  shine. 


They  with  capital  extensive, 
And  connection  comprehensive. 

In  full  feather 

Worked  together 
In  the  wholesale  hquor  line. 

Right  away  the  junior  partner 
Found  that  trade  was  no  disheart'ner. 

Custom  precious 

In  the  meshes 
Of  his  drag-net  soon  was  won. 
Ever  since  he's  hit  it  neatly. 
Downing  rivalry  completely. 

Like  historic 

King-pin  Warwick, 
With  the  whiskey  of  Pike's  Run. 

Oft  in  politics  he  dabbles. 
Though  averse  to  petty  squabbles, 
And  he'll  labor 
For  a  neighbor 
Out  of  friendship  day  and  night. 
But  preferment  he'll  not  hear  of. 
And  entanglements  keeps  clear  of. 
So  that  fairly 
Judged  and  squarely. 
He  is  strictly  "out  of  sight." 


(i66) 


FRED.  MUGELE. 

"T^RED.  MUGELE  was  born  in  the  First  ward,  Pittsburg,  in  September, 
^  1859.  His  parents  came  from  Germany  in  1853,  and  have  ever  since 
been  residents  of  Pittsburg.  Fred.  Mugele  began  his  education  in  the 
First  ward  public  schools,  and  finished  in  the  Western  University.  In  1881 
he  started  in  the  wholesale  liquor  business  in  the  Eleventh  ward,  and  in  the 
same  year  formed  a  partnership  with  his  father,  which  is  still  in  existence. 
In  1888  the  firm  began  buying  Pike  Run  whiskey,  and  in  one. lot  secured 
500  barrels  in  bond,  lying  in  Bremen,  Germany.  On  this  transaction  the 
firm  cleared  several  thousand  dollars,  and  the  reputation  then  acquired  for 
their  stock  was  practically  the  foundation  of  the  present  prosperity  of  the 
Messrs.  Mugele.  Fred.  Mugele  takes  considerable  interest  in  Eleventh 
ward  politics  on  the  Republican  side.  He  is  noted  for  rendering  valuable 
assistance  to  such  of  his  friends  as  entertain  political  aspirations,  but  he  has 
never  run  for  office  himself. 

The  establishment  of  the  Mugele  firm  is  located  at  the  corner  of  Fifth 
Avenue  and  Dinvviddie  street. 

(167) 


Sturdy  is  the  builder,  aye,  and  staunch, 

Mighty  staunch, 
With  an  iron  cheek  that's  never  known  to  blanch. 

Not  a  blanch. 
He  can  hustle,  hustle,  hustle, 

From  the  morning  till  the  night. 
While  his  indurated  muscle. 
Stands  the  constant  strain  and  tussle, 

With  such  ease  that  he  is  quite 
Out    of    sight,    sight,    sight,    sight,    sight,    sight, 
sight, 
As  a  hustler  he  is  truly  out  of  sight. 

On  the  river  first  he  started  when  a  boy, 

Cabin  boy. 
And  he  studied  how  to  yell  out,  "  Ship,  ahoy  ! 

Heave  ahoy ! " 
Then  went  rising,  rising,  rising, 

Till  a  pilot  he  became, 
And  a  captain  with  surprising 
Ways  and  means  for  advertising 

As  a  naval  sharp  the  fame 
Of  his   name,  name,  name,  name,  name,  name, 
name. 
Yes,  indeed,  it  was  a  celebrated  name. 

But  his  sailor  garb  he  changed  for  other  clothes' 

Soldier  clothes. 
And  went  forth  to  play  the  deuce  with  wicked  foes, 

Rebel  foes. 
At  a  cannon,  cannon,  cannon 
In  a  battery  he  toiled. 


And  the  spot  he  once  began  on 
He  would  never  leave  a  man  on 

Whose  appearance  wasn't  spoiled. 
Thus  were  foiled,  foiled,  foiled,  foiled,  foiled,  foiled, 
foiled. 
The  Secessionists— Great  Scott !  but  they  were 
foiled. 


When  the  war  was  done  he  struck  another  trade. 

Lumber  trade, 
Down  in  West  Virginia,  nor  was  he  afraid, 

Not  afraid. 
Of  the  howling,  howling,  howling. 

Of  the  HatOelds  and  McCoys, 
But  with  both  got  cheek-by-jowling, 
Caring  naught  for  wicked  scowling. 

And  he  shared  in  all  the  joys 
Of  the  boys,  boys,  boys,  boys,  boys,  boys,  boys. 

Of  the  sanguinary  West  Virginia  boys. 

Nowadays  he  has  a  bus'ness  of  his  own, 

All  his  own. 
As  a  builder,  and  by  none  is  he  outshone. 

Ne'er  outshone; 
He's  kept,  going,  going,  going, 

Though  non-union  men  he  keeps. 
And  a  harvest  overflowing. 
Periodically  growing, 

In  the  Second  ward  he  reaps, 
'Mid   the   weeps,  weeps,  weeps,   weeps,  weeps, 
weeps,  weeps, 
Of  the  Unionists — their  salt  and  bitter  weeps. 

i68) 


LOUIS  c.  Mccormick. 


LOUIS  C.  Mccormick,  the  well  known  builder  and  contractor,  was  born 
on  the  Steubenville  Pike,  Allegheny  County,  November  29,  1844.  He 
was  educated  at  the  public  schools,  and  afterwards  took  a  business  course  at 
Duff's  College,  where  he  graduated  in  1866.  His  studies  were  not  com- 
pleted, however,  without  a  lengthy  interruption.  From  the  time  when  he 
was  10  years  old  until  the  war  broke  out  he  was  a  steamboat  hand.  When 
war  was  declared,  young  McCormick,  then  but  17  years  of  age,  enlisted  on 
the  dispatch  boat  "  Niagara,"  and  served  one  year  on  the  Ohio,  Cumberland 
and  Tennessee  rivers.  After  the  battle  of  Pittsburg  Landing,  he  took  the 
typhoid  fever  and  came  home.  No  sooner  had  he  recovered  than  he  en- 
listed on  August  1 1,  1862,  for  three  years,  in  Captain  J.  J.  Young's  Indepen- 
dent battery,  and  served  until  the  end  of  the  war,  being  honorably  dis- 
charged on  June  22,  1865.  He  is  now  a  prominent  member  of  the  Veteran 
Legion,  and  is  able  to  point  proudly  to  a  record  of  loyalty  and  personal 
bravery  second  to  none. 

After  his  discharge  from  the  army,  Mr.  McCormick  returned  to  the  river 
and  continued  steamboating  as  pilot  and  captain  until  1873.  He  served  for 
a  time  as  deputy  under  Sheriff  Fife,  and  later  went  to  West  Virginia,  where 
for  three  years  he  was  engaged  in  the  lumber  business  in  the  wild  region 
where  the  Hatfield  and  McCoy  factions  reigned  supreme.  In  1881  he  was 
employed  as  foreman  for  the  late  J.  T.  Natcher,  contractor  and  builder. 
When  Mr.  Natcher  was  shot  and  killed,  Mr.  McCormick  succeeded  him  and 
has  since  been  sole  proprietor  of  the  business,  his  office  being  at  No.  117 
Second  avenue.  Mr.  McCormick  is  an  example  of  a  thoroughly  successful 
self-made  man.  Though  still  comparatively  young,  he  has  amassed  a  com- 
fortable fortune,  and  is  constantly  extending  his  business. 

(169) 


Day  in,  day  out,  the  license  mill 

Keeps  up  its  steady  grind  ; 
For  some  there  waits  a  bitter  pill. 

For  some  the  other  kind. 
The  wholesale  beer  men  soon  must  toe 

The  mark,  expecting  fits  ; 
But  there's  one  whose  cake  will   not  be 
dough, 

And  that  is  German  Fritz. 


At  Try  street  is  the  fountain-head 

Of  Fritz's  foamy  stock  ; 
His  reg'lar  brand's  immense,  'tis  said. 

And  stunning  is  his  bock. 
Milwaukee,  Cleveland,  Pittsburg,  too. 

Not  one  among  them  hits 
It  like  the  Cincinnati  brew 

Dealt  out  by  German  Fritz. 

Fritz  is  not  solus,  for  his  dad 

The  business  helps  to  run, 
And  aids  the  enterprising  lad 

In  all  the  work  that's  done. 
Between  them  opposition  firms 

Are  made  to  lose  their  wits, 
And  many  a  helpless  agent  squirms. 

Knocked  out  by  German  Fritz. 


When    Fritz    from     Deutschland    sailed 
away 

He  was  a  baby  yet. 
And  hence  he  at  the  present  day 

His  birthplace  must  forget. 
But  German  ways  and  German  speech 

To  use  he  never  quits, 
And  none  in  Dutch  can  overreach 

Or  do  up  German  Fritz. 

In  scholarship  he's  in  the  swim  ; 

A  college  man  is  he. 
And  so  is  in  the  proper  trim 

A  shining  light  to  be. 
And  that  a  shining  light  he  is 

'Most  every  one  admits  ; 
The  signs  thereof  are  in  the  phiz 

We  show  of  German  Fritz. 


He's  married,  and  domestic  taste 

Exhibits,  as  he  ought ; 
The  East  End  with  his  home  is  graced, 

And  there  by  friends  he's  sought. 
But  the  greatest  joy  that  he  discerns. 

When  down  to  think  he  sits. 
Is  the  king  of  foreign  beer  concerns 

Controlled  by  German  Fritz. 
(170) 


F.  H.  BRUENING. 


FRITZ  H.  BRUENING,  one  of  the  most  active  and  intelligent  young  busi- 
ness men  in  Pittsburg,  was  born  in  Prussia,  in  1866,  and  came  to  this 
country  when  he  was  three  years  old.  He  was  educated  at  the  common 
schools,  the  Western  University  and  the  Iron  City  College,  graduating  from 
the  latter  institution. 

Immediately  upon  the  completion  of  his  educational  training,  Mr. 
Bruening  went  into  business  with  his  father,  Joseph  Bruening,  whose  name 
stands  high  in  the  local  world  of  commerce.  At  first  their  establishment 
was  located^  at  Eleventh  street  and  Penn  Avenue,  where  they  remained  three 
years.  The  business  was  then  transferred  to  Second  Avenue  and  Try  street, 
and  is  still  carried  on  at  that  place. 

The  Messrs.  Bruening  are  sole  agents  for  Moerlein's  Cincinnati  beer,  an 
ambrosial  beverage,  of  the  merits  of  which  it  is  unnecessary  to  inform  a  dis- 
criminating public.  The  agency  is  the  largest  in  Allegheny  county  handling 
foreign  beer,  and  its  trade  far  exceeds  that  of  most  of  the  home  brewers. 

Fritz  H.  Bruening  enjoys  an  extensive  acquaintance,  and  is  popular 
with  all  classes.  He  is  married  to  Emma,  daughter  of  John  Herman,  and  is 
the  father  of  two  children.     He  resides  in  the  East  End. 

'    (171) 


Permit  us  here  to  introduce 

His  nibs,  the  ex-recorder, 
A  dapper-looking  chap  and  spruce 

Of  no  inferior  order. 
Observe  the  quickness  of  his  eye 

Than  Hghtning  flashes  brisker, 
Likewise  the  air  of  do-or-die 

That  lingers  round  his  whisker. 


.  Nine  years  he  held  that  office  fat, 

And  from  it  would  not  sever 
Had  people  not  informed  him  that 

He  couldn't  stick  forever. 
So  out  he  went,  and  casting  round 

For  means  his  grief  to  cure  up, 
A  solace  for  the  same  he  found 

In  making  trips  to  Europe. 


The  ex-recorder  went  to  fight 

When  he  was  young  and  active, 
War  struck  him  as  a  vision  bright 

And  deucedly  attractive. 
A  West  Virginia  regiment 

He  joined  ;  the  noblest  Roman 
Of  all  he  was,  and  boldly  spent 

His  wrath  upon  the  foeman. 


He's  in  the  Pleasant  Valley  clique 

With  Stone,  who's  Payne's  successor ; 
'Twas  he  make  Shiras  take  a  sneak 

When  Stone  became  possessor 
Of  Colonel  Tummy's  laurel  crown 

Removed  by  abdication. 
Which  caused  a  tempest  in  the  town 

And  red-hot  indignation. 


Friends  gathered  round  him  later  and 

Inflated  his  ambition ; 
They  vowed  that  he  possessed  the  sand 

To  make  a  politician  ; 
Recorder,  then,  he  vowed  to  be, 

And,  therefore,  resurrected 
His  army  record,  and  Magee 

Forthwith  had  him  elected. 


Now  in  the  Secretary's  chair 

The  road's  affairs  he  handles, 
Pets  Councilmen,  and  seeks  to  scare 

Shck  journalists — the  vandals  ! — 
To  church  he  goes  whene'er  he  can 

And  looks  so  meek  and  pretty. 
That  he  passes  for  the  nicest  man 

In  Allegheny  City. 
172) 


WILLIAM  H.  GRAHAM. 


WILLIAM  H.  GRAHAM,  soldier,  politician  and  business  man,  is  a  typi- 
cal example  of  Yankee  versatility.  He  was  born  in  Allegheny  City, 
August  3,  1844.  He  attended  the  public  schools,  but  left  school  at  the  age 
of  twelve  years  and  carried  newspapers  for  J.  J.  East,  his  earnings  going  to 
support  his  widowed  mother.  For  a  time  he  was  employed  by  Mafifat  & 
Old,  brass  manufacturers,  his  situation  with  whom  he  gave  up,  however,  to 
respond  to  the  call  for  volunteers  to  put  down  the  rebellion.  Pennsylvania's 
quota  being  filled,  he  went  to  West  Virginia  with  the  Washington  Rifle 
Guards,  which  became  Company  A  of  the  Second  West  Virginia  Infantry. 
The  regiment  left  Wheeling  under  Colonel  Kelly  in  the  famous  West  Vir- 
ginia campaign  under  McClellan,  and  Mr.  Graham's  company  had  the  honor 
of  bringing  down  the  first  rebel  killed  in  the  war.  In  1863  the  regiment 
was  mounted  and  enrolled  among  the  cavalry.  Mr.  Graham  was  engaged 
in  the  battles  of  Rich  Mountain,  Allegheny  Mountain,  Cross  Keys,  White 
Sulphur  Springs,  Kelly's  Ford,  Bull  Run  (second),  Beverly,  Rocky  Gap, 
Droop  Mountain,  and  Cloyd  Mountain.  He  was  wounded  in  the  battle  of 
White  Sulphur  Springs,  and  brought  home  to  the  West  Penn  Hospital. 

He  also  took  part  with  Sheridan  in  the  famous  Valley  campaign,  was 
in  the  battles  of  Winchester,  Fisher's  Hill,  Cedar  Creek,  Waynesboro, 
Petersburg,  Dinwiddle  Court  House,  Five  Forks,  Sailor's  Creek,  and  Appo- 
mattox, and  was  a  spectator  of  the  surrender  of  Lee.  Being  sent  with  a 
message  to  Sheridan,  he  found  him  at  the  historic  residence  of  Major  Mc- 
Lean at  Appomattox  Court  House,  witnessing  the  arrival  of  Lee  and  Col- 
onel Marshall,  of  the  Confederates,  and  Generals  Grant,  Ord,  Custer,  and  a 
number  of  others  on  the  Union  side. 

After  the  grand  review  at  Washington,  Mr.  Graham  returned  to  civil  life, 
entering  the  leather  business  in  Allegheny.  He  has  since  taken  an  active 
part  in  Republican  politics.  He  served  in  both  branches  of  Allegheny 
Councils,  two  terms  in  the  Legislature,  and  three  as  Recorder  of  the  county. 

(173) 


Permit  us  now  to  introduce 
The  dext'rous  electrician, 

With  subtle  fluids  fast  and  loose 
He  plays  like  a  magician. 

Slim,  spectacled,  and  keen  of  glance, 
And  full  of  facts  specific, 

His  thoughts  don't  dally  with  romance- 
He's  strictly  scientific. 


Although  his  partner  then  was  Stern, 

And  might  have  been  unyielding, 
The  chance  was  open  wealth  to  earn 

And  prestige  to  be  wielding ; 
And  so  the  twain  wired  back  "  T.  E., 

Your  agents  we  will  be,  sir, 
And  represent  you  to  a  T 

And  likewise  to  an  E,  sir." 


No  need  has  he  abroad  to  roam, 

Nor  ever  think  of  bolting  ; 
He  keeps  his  batteries  at  Ohm, 

And  there  he  does  his  volting. 
Whoever  would  with  tricks  allure, 

Or  catch  him  in  a  drag-net ; 
He'll  bang  him  with  an  armature 

Or  floor  him  with  a  magnet. 


Thus  do  we  find  our  man  installed 

In  quarters  that  are  kingly ; 
His  partner  elsewhere  has  been  called, 

And  now  he  goes  it  singly. 
Folks  anxious  to  turn  on  the  light 

Come  daily  round  him  flocking. 
And  purchase  queer  machines,  that  might 

Be  frowned  upon  as  shocking. 


What  wizard  ever  called  him  forth  ? 

We  hasten  with  an  answer ;  . 
The  famous  Wizard  of  the  North, 

Tom  Edison's  the  man,  sir. 
From  Menlo  Park  the  edict  ran 

To  Pittsburg,  where  it  met  him, 
*^  We're  looking  for  a  Silverman, 

And  by  the  pow'rs  we'll  get  him." 


As  he's  a  scientific  swell, 

And  glory  now  enfolds  him, 
There's  many  a  fair  electric  belle 

That  longingly  beholds  him. 
But  maidens'  charms  he  won't  devour, 

Nor  even  slightly  glance  at ; 
Ambition  is  the  only  pow'r 

That  gives  him  rapid  transit,   . 

(174) 


J.  H.  SILVERMAN, 


THE  electrical  appliances  patented  by  Thomas  Edison,  the  king  of  modern 
inventors,  constitute  a  landmark  in  nineteeth  century  progress,  and  no- 
where is  their  value  more  significantly  emphasized  than  in  Pittsburg,  where 
they  are  brought  into  direct  rivalry  with  the  triumphs  of  Mr.  Edison's  arch- 
competitor  in  the  field  of  electrical  industry.  The  local  agency  for  the 
Edison  Company  is  in  the  hands  of  J.  H.  Silverman,  a  w^ide-awake  young 
business  man,  whose  management  bears  the  marks  of  exceptional  sagacity, 
tact  and  enterprise.  Mr.  Silverman  was  born  in  Pittsburg,  April  13,  1862. 
He  attended  the  common  schools,  and  at  the  age  of  17  graduated  from  the 
commercial  department  of  the  Central  High  School.  For  a  period  of  six 
years  he  was  employed  as  a  bookkeeper.  He  then  formed  a  partnership  with 
Mr.  Stern  in  the  electrical  supply  business,  the  firm  name  being  "  Stern  & 
Silverman."  After  one  year's  prosperous  existence,  the  firm  secured  the 
general  agency  for  the  Edison  Company,  which  they  conducted  for  two 
years  with  conspicuous  success.  At  the  end  of  that  time  the  Edison  Com 
pany  bought  out  the  concern,  placed  Mr.  Stern  in  control  of  the  Philadel- 
phia agency,  and  installed  Mr.  Silverman  as  manager  here.  Since  then  Mr. 
Silverman  has  had  absolute  control  of  the  company's  business  in  Pittsburg, 
including  the  electric  railway  supply  department,  as  well  as  that  of  lighting 
apparatus.  He  is  still  a  bachelor,  and  is  an  undeniably  eligible  gentleman 
from  a  matrimonial  point  of  view.  The  demands  of  business  do  not  prevent 
Mr.  Silverman  from  taking  a  lively  interest  in  the  great  public  questions  of 
the  day,  and  considering  the  nature  of  the  industry  in  which  he  is  engaged, 
it  goes  without  saying  that  he  is  a  straight  Republican  in  politics. 

(175) 


Up  from  the  depot  that's  called  Duquesne, 
Day  in,  day  out,  in  shine  or  rain, 
Like  cars  triumphal,  rumbling  past 
Come  wagons,  ponderous  and  vast, 
Groaning  beneath  the  heavy  weight 
Of  Pennsylvania  railroad  freight. 
Sixteen  of  'em  there  are  in  all 
That  from  the  Point  those  burdens  haul ; 
Their  owner  is  a  man  of  mark, 
Of  teamsters  he's  the  patriarch. 

Look  at  his  picture— you'll  catch  on, 
Of  course,  and  say  it's  Captain  John. 
His  flowing  beard,  as  white  as  snow. 
Through  which  irreverent  breezes  blow ; 
His  brow — a  lofty  dome  of  thought ; 
His  glance,  with  youthful  fire  still  fraught ; 
His  whole  get-up,  which  seems  to  say 
"I'm  good  for  many  another  day  " — 
All  show  that  chipper  as  a  lark 
Is  still  the  teamsters'  patriarch. 

On  Scotland's  heather- covered  braes 
The  Captain  spent  his  infant  days  ; 
No  later  influence  could  spoil 
The  love  he  bore  his  native  soil. 
But  native  soil,  his  parents  found, 
Was  highly  unproductive  ground  ; 

(I 


Hence,  since  in  Scotland  things  looked 

glum. 
To  Yankeeland  they  chose  to  come, 
And  lucky  was  the  bounding  bark 
That  bore  the  teamsters'  patriarch. 

For  two-and-forty  solid  years 
The  Captain's  steered,  as  still  he  steers. 
Those  blessed  wagons  which  one  meets 
Where'er  one  goes  on  Pittsburg  streets, 
Wearing  away,  through  thick  and  thin. 
The  handiwork  of  Booth  &  Flinn, 
And  once  a  year — on  New  Year's  day 
To  dinner  hauled  the  newsies  gay, 
Making  the  little  chaps  remark 
"Long  live  the  teamsters'  patriarch." 

But  though  he's  reached  a  ripe  old  age — 

Three-score-and-ten — he  throws  the  gage 

Of  bold  defiance  at  the  feet 

Of  Father  Time,  who  can't  deplete 

His  wealth  of  energy  and  grit, 

Nor  him  for  active  fife  unfit. 

So  still,  like  distant  thunder  peals, 

We  hear  his  hefty  chariot  wheels, 

And  people  smile  and  murmur  "  Hark  ; 

There  goes  the  teamsters'  patriarch." 

76) 


JOHN  W.  HANEY. 


'T^HE  entire  hauling  of  freight  from  the  Duquesne  depot  of  the  Pennsyl- 
^  vania  Raih'oad  is  in  the  hands  of  the  veteran  teamster,  John  W.  Haney, 
one  of  Pittsburg's  oldest  and  best  known  residents.  "Captain"  Haney,  as 
he  is  generally  called,  was  born  in  Gallowayshire,  Scotland,  in  1823.  He 
had  one  year's  schooling  in  the  land  of  Bobby  Burns,  and  then  at  the  age  of 
six  years  came  with  his  parents  to  the  United  States.  The  family  settled  in 
Philadelphia,  from  which  place,  in  1832,  Captain  Haney  came  to  Pittsburg. 
He  has  resided  in  this  city  ever  since.  He  began  the  draying  business  in 
1850,  and  in  1861  he  took  charge  of  the  hauling  at  the  Duquesne  depot. 
His  business  increased  largely,  until  at  present  he  and  his  partner,  Edward 
Pearson,  have  sixteen  teams  continually  at  work. 

Captain  Haney's  bluff,  cheery,  independent  ways  and  his  sterling 
rectitude  of  character  have  earned  for  him  the  esteem  of  all  with  whom  he 
is  brought  into  connection  either  in  business  or  socially.  He  is  a  staunch 
friend  of  the  newsboys,  and  for  twenty-one  years  gave  the  little  fellows  a 
ride  annually  to  the  Pittsburg  LEADER'S  New  Year's  dinner. 

He  has  never  been  a  politician,  finding  an  ample  field  for  his  energies 
in  the  business  which  for  nearly  half  a  century  he  has  prosperously  carried 
on.  Despite  the  fact  that  he  has  reached  the  Scriptural  limit  of  three-score 
and  ten,  he  is  still  as  sturdy  and  active  as  he  was  twenty  years  ago. 

(  177) 


"  Scots  wha  hae  wi'  Wallace  bled  " — 
That's  what  Burns,  the  poet,  said. 
Thus  prophetic  light  he  shed 

Upon  a  future  hero  ; 
But  this  hero  hates  to  breed 
Strife,  or  warring  Scots  to  lead, 
And  the  chances  that  he'll  bleed 

Are  largely  down  to  zero. 


Out  he  went  when  Grove  Vv^'as  downed. 
Sought  another  stamping-ground, 
Opportunities  he  found — 

Better  ones  than  ever  ; 
Blew  in  all  his  ready  cash 
In  a  reservoir  of  hash, 
Doughnuts,  coffee,  succotash, 

And  pies  of  make-up  clever. 


All  the  scraps  wherein  he  takes 
Active  part,  or  holds  the  stakes. 
Are  but  Democratic  fakes — 

Politics  begets  them ; 
For  he  cuts  a  figure  gay 
On  the  Jeffersonian  lay  ; 
With  the  Dems  he'll  always  stay, 

No  matter  what  besets  them. 


Folks  must  have  their  grub  or  die  ; 
So  it  came  that  by  and  by 
People  got  to  like  his  pie, 

If  once  the  same  they  tested. 
When  of  wealth  a  large  extent 
Filled  his  safe,  to  court  he  went. 
Got  the  judges  to  consent 

When  license  he  requested. 


In  the  Randall  Club  he  stands 
High  in  rank,  and  so  commands 
Great  esteem,  and  often  lands 

In  local  fights  a  winner  ; 
Thus,  when  Cleveland  set  the  pace. 
In  a  nice  post-office  place 
He  held  the  fort  with  ease  and  grace. 

Although  a  mere  beginner. 


Fortunate  he  is,  methinks. 
Liquids  now  with  soUds  finks, 
Serves  out  Democratic  drinks 

With  a  lordly  bearing. 
Petty  pubHc  place  he  spurns, 
And  to  warfare  never  turns  ; 
For  his  namesake,  sung  by  BumS; 

Not  a  rap  he's  caring. 


(17S) 


THOMAS  J.  WALLACE. 


^HE  Fifth  ward,  Pittsburg,  is  famed  as  a  nursery  of  Democratic  spirits, 
^  and'  not  the  least  notable  among  those  who  Were  reared  in  that  district 
IS  "  Tom  "  Wallace,  the  Cafe  proprietor  of  Fifth  Avenue,  below  Wood  street. 
Mr.  Wallace  was  born  in  l86i,  and  has  been  a  life-long  resident  of  Pittsburg. 
He  received  his  education  at  the  public  and  parochial  schools.  In  I879  he 
began  an  apprenticeship  at  the  trade  of  moulder  in  the  Atlas  foundry.  This 
he  abandoned  about  a  year  after  he  had  learnt  the  trade,  and  in  1883  he 
entered  the  livery  business. 

When  Grover  Cleveland  was  elected  President,  Mr.  Wallace  was  ap- 
pointed stamp  clerk  in  the  Pittsburg  post-office.  After  serving  the  Govern= 
ment  for  eighteen  months  he  resigned,  and  opened  a  restaurant  on  Fifth 
Avenue.  This  undertaking  prospered,  and  its  success  was  still  further  en- 
hanced when  Mr.  Wallace  secured  a  license^  and  combined  a  handsomely 
appointed  cafe  with  his  restaurant. 

Mr.  Wallace  is  an  influential  member  of  the  RandaJl  Club,  and  an  en- 
thusiastic Democratic  partisan.  He  has  been  urged  to  run  for  office,  but 
wisely  refrains,  owing  to  the  demands  of  business  upon  his  time  and  atten- 
tion. He  is  a  thoroughly  honorable,  straightforward  gentleman,  and  has  a 
host  of  friends  throughout  the  county, 

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j;  ^fhJ'k^^ 


"  God  save  the  Queen,"  the  British  sing 

With  loyalty  uproarious. 
Beneath  a  royal  lady's  wing 
They  think  that  life  is  glorious. 

And  so  they  guy 

Us  Yanks,  and  cry 
"  Come  on  and  take  a  view  of  her." 

That's  what  we  call 

Confounded  gall, 
For  we've  a  Queen  worth  two  of  her. 


His  throne  is  of  another  class 

From  Vic's  historic  chair  of  state, 
'Tis  made  of  wells  of  oil  and  gas, 
And  is  not  an  affair  of  state. 
The  crown  he  wears 
Is  made  of  shares 
Of  stock  and  prime  securities ; 
His  scepter  gleams 
With  gilt-edged  schemes; 
A  costly  thing  for  sure  it  is. 


This  Queen  of  ours— the  truth  to  state- 

Can't  boast  of  femininity, 
But  that's  a  thing  that  can't  abate 
His  sovereign-hke  divinity. 

Should  curious  folk 

Sharp  questions  poke 
And  make  him  for  his  rank  account ; 

To  them  at  once 

He'll  make  response 
By  pointing  to  his  bank  account. 


In  rulership  he's  not  alone — 

King  Wesley's  his  associate— 
Together  on  a  common  throne 
They  dicker  and  negotiate  ; 
Together  reap 
The  profit  steep 
That  regularly  emanates 

From  wells  immense,, 
And  people  hence 
Of  both  the  fame  disseminate. 
i8o) 


EMMET  QUEEN. 


JT'OR  ten  years  past,  Emmet  Queen  has  occupied  a  conspicuous  place 
-*-  among  the  active,  brainy  men  of  business  to  whom  Western  Pennsyl- 
vania owes  the  development  of  its  oil  and  gas  industry.  Mr.  Queen  was 
born  in  Armstrong  county  in  1855.  His  father,  John  Queen,  was  a  sub- 
stantial citizen  engaged  at  different  times  in  mercantile  pursuits  and  in  the 
milling  business.  Educational  facilities  were  limited  where  the  family  re- 
sided, and  aside  from  the  somewhat  meagre  course  of  study  in  the  rural 
common  schools,  Emmet  Queen  had  no  literary  opportunities,  and  may  be 
described  accordingly  as  a  self-educated  as  well  as  self-made  man. 

In  1874  he  commenced  in  the  oil  business,  and  for  several  years  after- 
wards operated  successfully  in  Armstrong  and  Butler  counties.  He  came  to 
Pittsburg  in  1882,  and  for  two  3^ears  operated  independently,  with  this  city 
as  his  headquarters.  In  1884,  he  formed  a  partnership  with  W.  S.  Guffey, 
under  the  firm  name  of  Guffey  &  Queen,  and  the  partnership  has  been 
maintained  ever  since  under  circumstances  of  gratifying  prosperity. 

The  Governor  Pattison  well  in  the  Wildwood  field — the  largest  ever 
struck  there — was  bought  in  by  the  firm  on  the  day  of  Governor  Pattison's 
great  victory  over  Delamater  in  November,  1890.  It  has  a  capacity  of  25,- 
000  barrels  a  day. 

Mr.  Queen  married  Miss  Susan  Borley,  of  Johnstown,  and  is  the  father 
of  one  child — a  boy.      He  resides  in  a  stylish  mansion  in  the  East  End. 

(iSi) 


There's  a  German  high-flyer  of  local  repute 

Whose  picture  above  you'll  remark-: 
His  commercial  soHdity  none  can  dispute, 

And  he's  chipper  and  gay  as  a  lark. 
The  path  of  fair  dealing  he  never  forsakes. 

And  he  needs  not  a  magical  wand 
To  establish  the  trutli  of  the  statement 
he  makes 

That  his  word  is  as  good  as  his  bond. 

He  comes  from  the  kingdom  of  Wurtem- 
berg,  where 
There  is  plenty  of  music  and  beer ; 
The  prospect  of  wealth  led  him  here  to 
repair, 
In  the  hope  that  he'd  broaden  his  sphere. 
For  a  time  he  kept  books,  but  a  clerical 
"  sit " 
To  his  views  didn't  seem  to  respond  ; 
Something  better  than  that  he  felt  certain 
he'd  hit 
Since  his  word  is  as  good  as  his  bond. 

When  they  asked  him  to  stay,  he  exclaimed 
on  the  spot 

"  No,  it's  all  ober-7ioit>-or  I  would  :" 
Then  he  left  his  employers  and  speedily  got 

A  dead  cinch  upon  something  as  good. 


In  the  Sixth  ward  he  opened  a  warehouse, 

and  vowed 

That  confounded  he'dbeanddog-goned 

If  the  ward  of  his  business  soon  wouldn't 

be  proud. 

Since  his  word  was  as  good  as  his  bond. 

Of  Hquors  ambrosial  he  laid  in  a  stock. 

And  of  wines  an  enormous  supply  ; 
There  was  claret,  port,  sherry,  Mumm's 
extra  and  hock, 
And  the  finest  of  mellow  old  rye. 
Quoth  he  :  "  If  there's  any  snide  dealer 
around, 
Right  away  he  had  better  abscond, 
For   the  man  who  sells   liquor  to  prove 
should  be  bound 
That  his  word  is  as  good  as  his  bond. 

Need  we  say  that  he  prospered? — He  did 
so,  of  course, 

And  he's  made  a  whole  army  of  friends  ; 
In  politics,  too,  he's  a  positive  force. 

And  Democracy's  honor  defends. 
He  belongs  to  the  Randall  Club,  honored 
therein. 

And  since  ever  the  status  he  donned 
Of  a  citizen,  praises  he's  managed  to  win, 

For  his  word  is  as  good  as  his  bond. 

2) 


HERMAN  OBERNAUER. 


TJERMAN  OBERNAUER  was  born  in  Wurtemberg,  Germany,  in  1856. 
^  ^  He  attended  the  public  schools  at  his  native  place,  and  graduated 
from  the  High  School.  In  1880  he  came  to  the  United  States,  and  located 
shortly  afterwards  in  Pittsburg.  For  a  few  months  he  was  employed  as  a 
bookkeeper,  and  then  he  engaged  independently  in  the  wholesale  liquor 
trade,  opening  up  a  large  establishment  at  the  corner  of  Fifth  avenue  and 
Stevenson  street.  Through  hard  work  and  intelligent  management,  Mr. 
Obcrnauer  succeeded  in  building  up  an  extensive  and  profitable  trade,  and 
his  strict  business  principles  and  absolute  integrity  have  earned  him  a  repu- 
tation which  is  the  envy  of  his  competitors.  His  motto  is,  "  My  word  is  as 
good  as  my  bond,"  and  he  lives  up  to  the  letter  of  it. 

Mr.  Obernauer  is  a  Democrat,  and  belongs  to  the  Randall  Club  and 
other  Democratic  societies.  He  is  an  enthusiast  in  politics,  and  works 
zealously  for  the  success  of  his  party,  attending  all  the  conventions,  and  con- 
sistently using  his  voice  and  influence  in  support  of  Democratic  candidates 
and  principles.  He  is  married,  is  the  father  of  three  children,  and  resides 
in  a  comfortable  home  on  Centre  avenue. 

Mr.  Obernauer  is  abstemious  in  his  tastes,  and,  while  possessing  more 
than  the  average  share  of  the  world's  goods,  is  free  from  ostentation.  In  all 
his  characteristics  he  represents  the  best  type  of  the  Americanized  German. 

(183) 


Maxwelton's  braes  are  bonny, 
And  this  is  Bonny,  too. 

In  politics 

To  Chris  he  sticks, 
And  that's  what  sees  him  through. 
And  that's  what  sees  hira  through, 
And  that's  what  sees  him  through. 

In  poHtics 

To  Chris  he  sticks. 
And  that's  what  sees  him  through. 

He's  of  ancestry  distinguished, 

His  blood  is  azure  blue. 
Blue-bloodedness 
Helps  more  or  less 

Likewise  to  see  him  through, 

Likewise,  etc. 

In  a  postal  job,  long  years  since. 
He  rendered  service  true. 

And  his  record  there. 
He's  wont  to  swear, 


Has  helped  to  see  him  through, 
Has  helped,  etc. 

He's  tried  his  hand  at  banking. 

For  well,  indeed,  he  knew 
That  to  rise  in  rank 
In  a  solvent  bank 

Would  surely  see  him  through, 

Would  surely,  etc. 

As  a  statesman  next  in  pubHc 
He  made  a  slick  debut, 

And  stayed  on  deck 

As  private  "sec" 
To  Chris,  who  saw  him  through, 
'Twas  Chris  who,  etc. 

Of  the  county  he's  Recorder 

Just  now,  and  holds  the  view 

That  with  friendship  firm 
For  another  term 

The  boys  will  see  him  through, 

The  boys,  etc. 


(tS4) 


GEORGE  M.  Von  BONNIIORST. 


pEORGE  M.  Von  BONNHORST,  Recorder  of  Allegheny  County,  was 
V_T  born  in  the  First  ward,  Pittsburg,  October  26,  1847.  He  comes  of  one 
of  the  oldest  and  best  famihes  in  the  State.  His  father,  Sidney  F.  Von 
Bonnhorst,  was  Postmaster  under  Lincohi.  His  mother,  ncc  Mary  Murphy, 
was  a  native  of  Humesville,  Bucks  County,  Pa.  George  Von  Bonnhorst  was 
educated  at  the  Second  ward  pubHc  schools  and  the  Western  University. 
In  1865  he  became  a  clerk  in  the  Pittsburg  postoffice  under  his  father,  who 
was  then  serving  his  second  term.  He  left  the  postoffice  in  1866,  to  assume 
a  clerkship  in  the  People's  Savings  Bank,  where  he  remained  for  eight  years. 
About  five  years  after  his  connection  with  the  bank  had  ceased,  he  entered 
the  City  Assessor's  office  in  a  clerical  capacity,  and  remained  there  two 
years.  He  was  then,  and  is  yet,  private  secretary  to  C.  L.  Mag.ee,  and  at 
various  intervals  acted  as  Chairman  and  Secretary  of  the  Republican  County 
Committee.  The  Chairmanship  was  in  his  hands  at  the  time  of  President 
Harrison's  election,  in  1888,  when  Allegheny  County  rolled  up  a  larger 
Republican  majority  than  it  or  any  other  county  in  the  United  States  ever 
gave  before.  Mr.  Von  Bonnhorst's  activity  in  that  campaign  won  him 
golden  opinions,  and  paved  the  way  for  his  election  as  County  Recorder  in 
1890,  to  which  office  he  was  chosen  without  opposition.  Mr.  Von  Bonn- 
horst has  labored  sedulously  to  outdo  his  predecessors  in  efficiency,  and  he 
is  able  to  boast  that  under  his  administration,  for  the  first  time,  there  are 
practically  no  arrears  in  the  work  of  recording  deeds. 

He  resides  now  on  the  farm  in  Chartiers  township  where  his  mother 
was  married,  and  where  she  is  still  living,  happy  in  her  son's  prominence 
and  prosperity. 

Mr.  Von  Bonnhorst  is  man  of  estimable  disposition,  the  soul  of  gener- 
osity, and  noted  for  the  tenacity  with  which  he  sticks  to  his  friends,  both  in 
politics  and  in  private  life. 

(1S5) 


Not  far  from  the  court  house,  that  temple 

of  awe, 
Which  harbors  an  array  of  hmbs  of  the  law, 
There's  a  snug  little  tavern,  cozy  and  neat, 
At  a  corner  where  strings  of  law-offices. 

meet. 
It  used  to  be  run  in  a  commonplace  style. 
With  httle  the  lawyer-like  soul  to  beguile  ; 
No  odor  Blackstonian  around  was  diffused, 
Inspiring  attorneys  who  quietly  boozed  ; 
In  f^ct  the  concern  from  perfection  was  far. 
Till  Ed  was  triumphantly  called  to  the  bar. 

It  was  not  in  volumes  with  covers  of  calf 
Or  of  sheepskin  that  Ed  was  enabled  to 

quaff 
The  learning  that  solidly  stands  him  in 

stead 
As  professional  aid  to  his  forging  ahead  ; 
Philadelphia  first  was  the  scene  of  his  tasks, 
There  he  studied  the  logic  of  flagons  and 

casks. 
The  cocktail  seductive,  the  julep  divine, 
The  blandishments  subtle  of  roseate  wine  ; 
And  the  firmament  truly  was  minus  a  star 
Till  Ed  was  triumphantly  called  to  the  bar. 


Five  years-  have  gone  by  since  to  Pittsburg 

hfe  came, 
A  practitioner  bright  with  ambition  aflame. 
The  Hotel  Albemarle  was  his  earUest  stand. 
And  he  managed  things  there  with  a  dex- 
terous hand  ; 
In  the  Plamilton  next  until  '90  he  staid, 
A  record  creating  that  never  could  fade  ; 
The  guests  of  the  hostelry  always  agreed 
That  his  destiny  marked   him   for  taking 

the  lead. 
And  fame  had  to  leave  the  door  standing  ajar 
Until  Ed  was  triumphantly  called  to  the  bar. 

Dependence  forever  he  recently  shook, 
And  set  out  as  a  barrister  on  his  own  hook. 
Located  quite  handy  to  justice's  home 
With  a  stock-in-trade  made  up  of  spirits 

and  foam. 
And  although  on  the  bench  Eddie  never 

has  sat, 
Yet  he'll  issue  to  topers  a  straight  "caveat" 
Or  a  "  fiery  faces,"  intended  to  show 
That  habituals  elsewhere  for  toddy  must  go. 
And  away  in  the  rear  other  hostelries  are 
Since  Ed  was  triumphantly  called  to  the  bar. 
86) 


E.  J.  Mclaughlin. 


'T^HE  "Court  of  Common  Pleas  No.  4"  would  be  an  appropriate  title  for 
-'-  the  establishment  conducted  by  Ed.  J.  McLaughlin  at  the  corner  of 
Grant  and  Diamond  streets,  directly  opposite  the  court  house;  inasmuch  as 
there  are  frequently  more  ornaments  of  the  legal  profession  to  be  found  dis- 
cussing the  bill  of  fare  at  McLaughlin's  than  could  be  counted  at  one  time 
in  any  of  the  regularly  constituted  courts  of  justice.  Proprietor  McLaughlin 
was  born  in  Philadelphia,  October  7,  i860,  and  received  a  good  common 
school  education  in  that  city.  In  1876  he  entered  the  hotel  business,  and 
served  as  room  clerk  at  various  times  in  the  Merchants',  Washington,  Amer- 
ican and  St.  George  hotels.  Coming  to  Pittsburg  in  1887,  he  assumed 
charge  of  the  Hotel  Hamilton  on  Penn  avenue.  In  1891  he  opened  up  his 
present  establishment,  and  equipped  his  cafe  and  bar  in  superior  style,  lay- 
ing the  foundations  of  a  business  which  is  now  both  select  and  profitable. 
Mr.  McLaughlin  prides  himself  on  the  fact  that  the  appointments  of  his  es- 
tablishment, the  cuisine,  and  the  wines  and  liquors,  are  on  an  equal  plane  of 
excellence.  His  connection  extends  to  Philadelphia,  Atlantic  City  and  other 
eastern  points,  where  he  is  well  and  favorably  known.  He  is  married,  and 
resides  on  Dinwiddle  street.  Proximity  to  the  court  house,  with  its  dry-as- 
dust  associations,  lessens  neither  the  urbanity  of  Mr.  McLaughlin's  disposi- 
tion nor  the  mellowness  of  his  Old  Monongahela. 

(187) 


His  folks  in  Ireland  wept  and  wailed 
When  o'er  the  broad  Atlantic  sailed 
A  youth  who  ne'er  to  murmur  failed, 

Excelsior. 

Arriving  in  this  friendly  land, 

To  honest  toil  he  turned  his  hand, 

And  all  his  doings  bore  the  brand. 

Excelsior. 

In  Allegheny  work  he  found; 
He  drove  a  cracker-wagon  round, 
Obedient  to  that  axiom  sound. 

Excelsior. 

'  Crackers  to-day?"  he'd  ask,  and  smile; 
'  "We  serve  'em  up  in  ev'ry  style," 
Yet  inwardly  he  sighed  the  while, 

Excelsior. 

And  when  folks  said  his  wares  were  snide, 
And  hurtful  to  a  man's  inside. 
In  piteous  tones  his  Jags  replied, 

Excelsior. 

At  selling  goods  he  persevered. 
And  quite  a  handsome  profit  cleared 
Through  sticking  to  the  motto  weird. 

Excelsior. 

And  when  enough  he'd  laid  apart, 
He  made  an  independent  start, 
The  word  being  graven  on  his  heart, 

Excelsior. 

The  West  Penn  depot's  near  at  hand 
To  where  his  factory  took  its  stand 


To  furnish  crackers  of  the  brand, 

Excelsior. 

There,  lo  these  many  years  !  with  zeal 
He's  labored;  making  people  feel 
The  force  of  that  profound  appeal, 

Excelsior. 

On  all  sides  now  the  legend's  heard, 
His  wagons  bear  the  magic  word. 
And  by  it  many  a  heart  is  stirred. 

Excelsior. 

No  avalanche  has  he  to  dread. 
No  snow  and  ice  'way  overhead. 
Like  that  poetic  chap  who  said 

Excelsior. 

Not  much;   with  wealth  his  coffers  teem, 
Respect  is  his,  likewise  esteem, 
And  everything  bears  out  his  dream, 

Excelsior, 

Above  our  artist  neatly  shows 
How  he  to  church  on  Sunday  goes, 
While  all  exclaim  who  note  the  clothes, 
Excelsior. 

Those  pants  of  acreage  untold, 
That  stovepipe  hat  of  vintage  old, 
That  poodle — all  the  tale  unfold; 

Excelsior. 

Thus  on  his  old  familiar  plan, 
Not  caring  "  shucks  "  for  any  man, 
He  plods  along  as  he  began — 

Excelsior. 


(i88) 


E.  MAGINN. 

THERE  are  Napoleons  of  finance,  Napoleons  of  tariff  legislation,  and 
other  Napoleons  more  or  less  brilliant  and  distinguished  ;  but  none  of 
them  is  a  whit  more  Napoleonic  in  his  sphere  than  is  the  Napoleon  of  the 
cracker  trade,  Mr.  E.  Maginn,  whose  Excelsior  brand  of  crackers  may  be 
said,  without  trenching  too  far  on  the  domain  of  the  advertising  agent,  to  be 
a  staple  article  of  diet  in  every  quarter  of  the  globe,  "from  Greenland's  icy 
mountains  to  India's  coral  strand."  Mr.  Maginn  is  an  Irishman,  born  and 
bred,  and  is  about  6o  years  of  age.  He  emigrated  to  the  United  States  in 
1857,  and  settled  in  Allegheny  City,  establishing  there  on  a  very  modest 
scale  the  foundations  of  his  present  large  business.  The  partnership  con- 
cern then  started,  under  the  name  of  E.  &  C.  Maginn,  achieved  rapid  suc- 
cess, and  controlled  a  constantly  growing  trade  until  1876,  when  the  firm 
dissolved,  and  Mr.  E.  Maginn  assumed  the  sole  management.  Under  his 
guidance  the  business  developed  to  mammoth  proportions,  and  he  is  to-day 
the  proprietor  of  establishments  in  Pittsburg  and  Allegheny  which  are 
among  the  most  extensive  of  their  kind  in  the  country. 

Mr.  Maginn  is  married,  and  lives  in  Allegheny.     He  has  a  large  circle 
of  friends,  and  is  very  popular. 

(1S9) 


Who's  this,  with  a  phiz  so  determined  and 
stern 
That  it  frightens  transgressors  away? 
Does  he  boss  a  tremendous  judicial  con- 
cern 
And  the  role  of  an  arbiter  play  ? 
Does  he  serve  as  a  preacher 
Or  pubhc  school  teacher 
Whose  methods  are  deucedly  grim  ? 
No,  indeed  ;  'twould  surprise  him, 
If  up  you  would  size  him, 
As  other  than  Councilman  Jim. 


There's  a  restaurant,  too,  at  the  famous  re- 
sort 
Which  at  Diamond  and  Smithfield  he 
keeps ; 
His  cooks  straight  from  Paris  he's  said  to 
import 
And  the  premium  for  lunches  he  sweeps. 
The  popular  fiat 
Proclaims  that  the  Pi-att 
His  place  puts  him  right  in  the  swim  ; 
And  it's  useless  competing, 
They  say,  with  the  eating 
That's  set  up  by  Councilman  Jim. 


He's  a  Buckeye  by  birth  and  a  sharp  'un 
at  that. 
As  Ohio  men  frequently  are, 
But  to  Pittsburg  he  ties  since  'tis  here  he 
stands  pat 
In  the  business  of  keeping  a  bar. 
When  the  license  court's  sitting, 
With  dignity  fitting 
And  many  folks'  chances  are  slim  ; 
Then  the  judges  demurely 
Say  "  License  ?  Why  surely  ; 
Just  give  it  to  Councilman  Jim." 

(1 


What  wonder,  in  view  of  this  public  ap- 
plause, 
That  the  voters  who  live  in  his  ward 
Elect  him  with  pow'r  for  the  town  to  make 
laws, 
And  support  him  with  common  accord  ? 
And  so  'mid  those  fakirs, 
The  local  law-makers, 
He  sits,  filled  right  up  to  the  brim 
\Vith  importance  and  vigor. 
And  none  of  'em's  bigger. 
In  brain  power  than  Councilman  Jim. 

90) 


JAMES  W.  PIATT. 


JAMES  W.  PIATT  was  born  in  Belmont  county,  Ohio,  in  1854,  and  was 
educated  at  the  pubHc  schools  of  his  native  county.  He  came  to  Pitts- 
burg in  early  manhood,  and  in  1 879,  started  in  business  for  himself  in  the 
famous  old  "Tammany  Hall"  on  Third  avenue.  In  1887,  he  removed  to 
his  present  location  at  the  corner  of  Smithfield  and  Diamond  streets,  where 
he  conducts  a  cafe  and  restaurant  of  high  repute  as  a  resort  for  profes- 
sional and  business  men. 

Mr.  Piatt  is  a  Republican  in  politics,  and  is  always  found  in  line  for  the 
"grand  old  party."  He  is  a  regular  attendant  at  County  and  State  Con- 
ventions, and  a  prominent  member  of  the  Young  Men's  Republican  Tariff 
Club  and  other  political  organizations.  He  organized  the  first  Beaver  Club 
that  was  made  up  in  the  State. 

He  was  elected  to  Select  Council  from  the  Second  ward  in  1886,  and  is 
now  a  member  of  Common  Council  from  the  Third  ward. 

Mr.  Piatt  is  very  popular,  and  has  a  large  personal  following,  which 
proves  valuable  in  close  political  contests.  He  is  liberal,  outspoken,  and 
proverbially  faithful  to  his  friends. 

(191) 


Were  you  ever  indicted  ?     If  so,  you'll  be 

glad 
To  examine  the  phiz  of  this  fine-looking  lad, 
By  whose  hand  with  dexterity, 
Grace  and  celerity, 
All  the  indictments  are  writ ; 
Of  the  courts  he's  a  pillar ;  they  couldn't 

dispense 
With  his  services — no,  not  on  any   pre- 
tense ; 
For  justice  would  tumble, 
And  equity  crumble 
To  bits,  if  he  gave  up  his  sit. 

He's  a    Lawrenceville   boy  through  and 

through,  and  was  born 
In  the  Seventeenth  ward — to  deny  it  he'd 
scorn  ; 
For  a  true  Lawrencevillian, 
Would  not  for  a  million, 
Go  back  on  that  district  renowned  ; 
'Twas  there  he  imbibed  for  the  classics  a 

taste, 
And  resolved,  lest  his  intellect  might  go  to 
waste, 
On  the  law's  hocus-pocus 
His  talents  to  focus, 
And  never  therein  to  be  downed. 


'Twasn't  long  till  he  thus  rose  away  above 

par 
And  with  honor  was  finally  called  to  the  bar, 
Where,  when  ne'er  an  indictment 
Employs  him,  excitement 
He  stirs  up,  as  well  he  knows  how  ; 
And  when  Johnston — poor  Dick  ! — was  in 

office,  he'd  say, 
"Take  my  place,  will  you,  Charley,  old 
man,  for  to-day?  " 
Then  Charley  would  go  for 
Each  criminal  loafer. 
And  kick  up  a  deuce  of  a  row. 

Where  next  will  he  land  ?     That  is  further 

along, 
There's  no  reason,  indeed,  why  a  Demo- 
crat strong. 
Both  brainy  and  active. 
With  person  attractive. 
Should  not  to  pre-eminence  climb  ; 
But  he's  youthful  as  yet,  and  the  young 

folks  must  wait 
Till  their  elders  themselves  with  publicity 
sate, 
Though  he's  got  a  fair  whack  at 
The  statesmanship  racket 
And  soon  to  the  summit  ntiay  climb. 


(192) 


CHARLES  A.  PAGAN. 


CHARLES  A.  PAGAN,  the  expert  indictment  clerk  of  Allegheny 
County,  was  born  in  the  borough  of  Lawrenceville,  now  the  Seven- 
teenth ward,  Pittsburg,  July  i,  1859.  He  attended  St.  Mary's  schools  and 
Ewalt  Academy  in  Lawrenceville,  and  completed  his  studies  at  the  Pittsburg 
Catholic  College. 

In  1877  Mr.  Pagan  was  appointed  to  his  present  position,  and  his  com- 
plete mastery  of  its  duties  has  gained  him  the  reputation  of  being  the  best 
authority  on  indictment  pleadings  in  Western  Pennsylvania. 

Incidentally  Mr.  Pagan  took  up  the  study  of  law,  for  which  his  profes- 
sional associations  gave  him  a  natural  taste,  and  on  December  31,  1886,  he 
was  admitted  to  the  Allegheny  County  bar.  He  acquired  immediate  recog- 
nition as  a  leading  light  among  the  younger  practitioners,  distinguishing 
himself  especially  as  a  jury  lawyer.  Prequently  Mr.  Pagan  is  called  upon 
to  act  as  District  Attorney,  and  in  such  emergencies  acquits  himself  with 
conspicuous  credit. 

He  is  a  pronounced  Democrat,  pinning  his  faith  to  a  militant  party 
policy,  as  opposed  to  a  policy  which  invites  combinations  with  the  opposi- 
tion and  jeopardizes  party  stability.  He  was  a  delegate  to  the  Convention 
at  Scranton  which  nominated  Governor  Pattison,  and  took  the  stump  for  the 
Democratic  ticket  in  the  ensuing  campaign.  This  year  (1892)  Mr.  Pagan 
has  been  chosen  presidential  elector  from  the  Twenty-second  Congressional 
district.  He  is  a  member  of  the  Democratic  County  Committee,  and  be- 
longs to  the  Columbus  club,  the  Randall  club,  the  Grover  Cleveland  club, 
and  the  McClellan  club. 

Mr.  Pagan  was  married  in  1887,  and  is  the  father  of  three  children. 

(193) 


First  warders,  'tis   Georgie  himself  that 
you  see, 
A  gentleman  he 
Who's  considered  to  be 
In  your  neighborhood  up  at  the  top  of  the 
tree, 
Inasmuch  as  he's  pretty  well  fixed. 
A  drug-store  he  keeps,  and  don't  need  to 
lament. 
Since  a  thousand  per  cent. 
Is  about  the  extent 
Of  his  profits,  and  multitudes  daily  frequent 
His  place,  to  get  medicines  mixed. 

On  George's  "  phizog "   there's  a  good- 
humored  glow — 
He's  a  joker,  you  know, 
And  will  never  let  go 
A  chance  to  make  merry  with  friend  or 
with  foe 
And  to  try  the  keen  edge  of  his  wit. 
For  although  he's  a  druggist  his  earnings 
are  high 
From  selling  old  rye, 
Which  dull  care  doth  defy. 
And  perhaps  that's  the  reason  he  likes  to 
let  fly 
Funny  cracks,  making  many  a  hit. 

(I 


He's  the  beau  of  the  Diamond — a  Brum- 
mel  in  fact, 
With  abundance  of  tact 
In  the  dehcate  act 
Of  dressing  with  spruceness  and  neatness 
exact. 
Oh  yes,  he  is  quite  lah-de-dah. 
And  he's  good-looking,  too  ;  aye,  indeed, 
he's  a  catch, 
An  elegant  match 
If  he'd  come  to  the  scratch. 
Instead  of  remaining  a  steady  old  "  bach  " 
Whom  the  girls  to  the  altar  can't  draw. 

He's  a  Democrat,  strong  in  his  ward,  and 
has  been 
To  Councils  sent  in 
Without  caring  a  pin 
For  Emperor  Chris  or  King  William  Flam 
Flinn ; 
More  pow'r  to  you,  Georgie,  for  that. 
And   in   view   of  his   clever   and   good- 
natured  ways, 
It  would  not  amaze 
Us  if  one  of  these  days 
He  should   mount  higher  yet ;  and  the  ^ 
card  that  he  plays 
Will  be  trump,  we  will  bet  a  new  hat. 

94) 


GEORGE  S.  FLEMING. 


UNDOUBTEDLY  the  best  known  druggist  west  of  the  Allegheny  moun- 
tains is  George  S.  Fleming,  of  Market  street,  and  corner  of  the 
Diamond.  Mr.  Fleming  was  born  in  Allegheny  City,  in  1861.  His  father 
was  Joseph  Fleming,  also  widely  known  in  the  drug  business.  His  mother 
was  Elizabeth  Smith,  daughter  of  Albert  Smith,  a  prominent  brewer. 
George  Fleming  was  educated  at  the  public  schools  of  Sewickley  borough. 
He  started  in  1874  as  errand  boy  in  his  father's  store,  and  worked  his  way 
up  to  the  position  of  clerk,  then  to  that  of  manager,  and  was  finally,  in  1888, 
admitted  by  his  father  as  a  partner.  Two  years  later  Joseph  Fleming  died, 
and  his  son  succeeded  to  the  proprietorship  of  the  business,  which  he  con- 
tinues to  conduct  with  signal  success. 

The  history  of  Mr.  Fleming's  establishment  occupies  an  important 
place  in  the  commercial  annals  of  Pittsburg.  It  was  founded  in  1840,  by 
Coughran  &  Miller.  Joseph  Fleming  was  their  clerk,  and  after  fifteen  years' 
service,  succeeded  to  the  business  in  1855.  For  years  the  house  has  been 
famous  not  only  for  its  reliability  in  the  compounding  of  prescriptions  and 
the  handling  of  absolutely  pure  drugs,  but  also  as  a  headquarters  for  the 
finest  brands  of  foreign  and  domestic  wines  and  liquors.  Judicious  adver- 
tising has  done  much  to  extend  its  reputation  in  these  lines,  and  to-day  the 
volume  of  business  transacted  is  enormous,  and  extends  through  many 
states. 

George  S.  Fleming  is  still  a  bachelor,  and  it  goes  without  saying  that 
he  is  considered  a  highly  eligible  "  parti,"  as  the  French  put  it.  He  takes 
an  interest  in  politics  on  the  Democratic  side,  and  is  recognized  by  Gover- 
nor Pattison's  administration  as  one  of  its  most  valuable  supporters. 

(195) 


"  Is  this  a  dagger  that  I  see  before  me?" 
It  is  the  King  of  orators  that  speaks, 
With  genius  mantling  on  his  royal  cheeks 

And  passion  ringing  in  his  accents  stormy — 
An  out  and  out  Macbeth. 

He  does  but  act,  yet  inwardly  he's  certain 
That  he's  Macbeth  himself — he  feels  the  part, 
Sees  spectral  things,  dees  murder  in  his  heart; 

Aye,  and  before  the  falling  of  the  curtain 
He'll  die  a  real  death. 

Anon  his  cheek's  aflame,  anon  it  whitens; 

Rage,  hope,  fear,  gladness,  in  succession  trace 
Themselves  upon  his  ever-changing  face, 

Which  thus  the  marvelous  illusion  heightens, 
Like  some  enchanter's  spell. 

No  sawing  of  the  air,  no  rant  bombastic, 
Such  as  your  ham-fat  Thespian  loves  to  use, 
Painting  a  character  in  garish  hues. 

Find  place  in  his  delineation  plastic — 
His  art's  concealed  too  well. 

The  stage  to  him  is  merely  a  diversion, 
In  pedagogic  haunts  his  lines  are  cast. 
And  there,  like  a  refined  iconoclast. 
He  breaks  youth's  idols — truth's  gilt-edged  per- 
version— 
And  sets  up  standards  just; 


Teaches  the  young  idea  how  to  revel 
In  outbursts  oratorical,  with  voices 
So  trained  that  he  who  hears  perforce  rejoices, 

And  views  as  machinations  of  the  d 1 

What  other  trainers  do. 

Profound  his  learning — many  chairs  he's  sat  in, 
In  colleges  and  schools.     The  higher  flights 
Of  mathematics  he  has  dead  to  rights; 

Discourses  fluently  in  Greek  and  Latin 
And  other  tongues  abstruse. 

A  poet,  too,  he  is — his  dainty  verses 

Make  him — this  King  upon  the  stage — 
A  Byron  when,  his  longings  to  assuage, 

His  soul  in  rhythm  melodic  he  immerses, 
And  turns  out  gems  profuse. 

We  might  go  on  ad  libitum  recounting 
This  many-sided  artist's  traits  unique, 
Did  we  not  fear  that  some  designing  sneak, 
Respect  for  our  Macbethian  friend  surmounting, 

Might  cry  out,  "  Hold;   enough." 
Therefore  a  truce  to  further  summarizing 
Of  faculties  whereof  we're  proud  to  sing. 
Giving  to  us  a  Byron  and  a  King, 
One  who — a  fact  that's  proof  against  disguising — 
Is  made  of  classic  stuff. 
196) 


BYRON  W.  KING. 


PROF.  BYRON  W.  KING,  actor,  teacher  of  elocution,  interpreter  of  the 
^  Latin  and  Greek  classics,  lecturer,  ventriloquist,  and  author,  is  perhaps 
the  most  versatile  genius  that  claims  the  attention  and  applause  of  the  Pitts- 
burg public.  He  was  born  at  Mt.  Pleasant,  Westmoreland  County,  June  lO, 
1859,  and  received  a  liberal  education,  the  drift  of  his  studies  tending  nat- 
urally in  the  direction  of  the  refined  literary  pursuits  which  have  of  late 
years  engrossed  his  attention.  When  the  King  School  of  Oratory  was 
established,  its  founder  was  comparatively  unknown  in  Pittsburg ;  but  his 
talents,  exhibited  in  a  rapidly  widening  sphere,  soon  made  him  a  public 
favorite,  and  his  services  on  the  platform,  on  the  stage,  and  in  the  capacity 
of  instructor,  have  since  been  in  constant  demand.  He  excels  in  the  culti- 
vation of  dramatic  powers,  voice,  gesture,  pose,  facial  expression,  and  the 
faculty  of  intelligent  interpretation  being  developed  with  equal  facility  under 
his  direction.  As  an  actor.  Prof.  King  is  equally  at  home  in  tragic  and 
comic  roles ;  as  a  lecturer  he  passes  from  grave  to  gay,  from  the  depths  of 
pathos  to  the  height  of  grotesqueness,  with  the  comprehensive  skill  of  a 
master ;  as  an  elocutionist  he  runs  the  whole  gamut  of  human  emotions,  and 
never  fails  to  strike  the  chord  he  aims  at  so  as  to  evoke  a  sympathetic 
response. 

Prof.  King  is  a  poet  of  no  mean  order,  and  he  is  also  the  author  of  a 
work  on  "Practice  of  Speech,"  which  has  become  a  standard  elocutionary 
text-book. 

(197) 


Jacob's   ladder  of  light   is   deserving   of 
note, 
For  its  like  we  can't  nowadays  claim. 
But  some  Jacobs  there  are  who  attention 
devote 
To  ascending  the  ladder  of  fame. 
Of  the  species  to-day  we  a  type  represent ; 

In  appearance  he's  clever  and  keen  ; 
He's  right   bow'r  to   the   man  who  was 
moved  to  invent 
The  first  money-recording  machine. 

With    magnificent   frenzy  his    optics  will 
flash, 
When  upon  his  machine  he  dilates. 
Explaining  how  nicely  it  counts  up  the 
cash 
For  the  youth  who  on  customers  waits. 
Down  goes  sale  number  one ;  up  comes 
sale  number  two, 
Marked  in  figures  quite  plain  to  be  seen. 
So  that  truly  profound  admiration  is  due 
To  the  money-recording  machine. 


Click  !  click  !  'tis  the  money  draw'r  now 
that  unlocks ; 
Now  it's  open,  and  quickly  within 
A  miraculous  agency  legibly  chalks 

What  the  cost  of  a  purchase  has  been. 
Now  the  whole's  added  up,  and  to  show 
that  it's  done 
There's  a  bell  that  intrudes  on  the  scene, 
With  a  cute  ting-a-ling — was  there  ever 
such  fun 
As  the  money-recording  machine  ? 

An  Ohioan  bom  is  the  man  who  controls 

This  mechanical  auditing  scheme  ; 
Not  long  he's  been  here,  yet  in  lucre  he 
rolls ; 
His  bonanza's  a  popular  theme. 
And  whene'er  he's  defunct,  and  consigned 
to  the  tomb. 
Folks  will  still  keep  his  memory  green 
As  the  man  who  stirred  up  a  remarkable 
boom 
With  his  money-recording  machine. 
8) 


M.  N.  JACOBS. 


MN.  JACOBS,  the  energetic  manager  of  the  National  Cash  Register 
•  Company,  is  a  native  of  Marietta,  O,,  and  was  born  August  17, 
1859.  His  educational  training  covered  a  period  of  seven  years,  spent  at 
the  common  schools  and  High  School  of  his  native  place.  He  entered 
commercial  life  as  a  bookkeeper,  and  continued  in  that  position  for  two 
years.  In  1888  he  came  to  Pittsburg  to  assume  the  management  of  the 
National  Cash  Register  Company.  The  office  of  the  company  was  then 
located  in  the  Eisner  building,  but  has  since  been  changed  to  the  north- 
eastern corner  of  Fifth  Avenue  and  Wood  Street,  Under  the  intelligent 
administration  of  Mr.  Jacobs  the  business  has  been  very  successful,  and  the 
cash  register  is  now  a  standing  institution  in  local  restaurants,  cafes,  and 
other  places  where  a  special  check  needs  to  be  placed  on  the  employees. 
The  register  performs  seven  different  functions.  It  shows  to  a  customer 
the  amount  of  his  purchase,  drops  the  record  of  the  previous  sale,  unlocks 
the  money  drawer,  throws  the  drawer  open,  registers  on  the  inside,  adds  up, 
and  rings  a  bell.  A  more  useful  and  ingenious  contrivance  of  its  kind  can- 
not easily  be  conceived. 

Mr.  Jacobs  is  married,  and  lives  at  the  Monongahela  House. 

(199) 


"  Are  the  Straight-outs  still  surviving?"  is  a  ques- 
tion that  you'll  hear 
Asked  by  many  since  the  ringsters  vfon  the  day. 
Yes,  you  bet  they  are,  with  20,000  votes  their 
hearts  to  cheer, 
And  they're  arming  for  another  fiery  fray. 
Here  is  one  of  them — a  leader  vi'ho  was  never 
known  to  quail; 
At  the  threats  of  Chris's  plugs  he  doesn't  scare; 
With  the  South  Side  at  his  back,  he  is  determined 
to  prevail 
As  an  anti-boodle  candidate  for  May'r. 

If  there's  gloom  upon  his  visage,  don't  take  any 
stock  in  that, 
'Tis   professional,   and   speaks   not    from    the 
heart ; 
He's  been  raised  to  undertaking,  and  had  early  to 
get  at 
And  of  simulating  grief  acquire  the  art. 
But    at    bottom    he's    a    jovial   soul — a  German 
through  and  through, 
Who  of  social  celebration  likes  his  share. 
And  the  children  of  the  Fatherland  have  vowed 
that  they'll  be  true 
To  the  anti-boodle  candidate  for  May'r. 

All  his  life  he's  been  an  enemy  of  ringsters  and 
their  tricks. 
And  the  livery  of  Magee  he  never  wore; 
He  has  held  a  seat  in  Councils,  and  full  oft  got  in 
his  licks 
When  against  Mageeite  deals  he  took  the  floor. 

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Few,  alas  !  were  the  reformers  who  along  wijh  him 
would  vote; 
To  run  counter  to  the  gang  they  didn't  dare; 
But  he's  made  his  record  anyhow,  and  hence  has 
off  his  coat  * 

As  an  anti-boodle  candidate  for  May'r. 

He  does  business  in  the  ward  where  Shafer  used 
to  be  the  squire, 
And  when  "'Shate"  last  for  election  took  the  field 
With  the  city  ring  behind  him,  then   our   hero 

opened  fire. 
And  it  proved  that  he  tremendous  pow'r  could 

wield. 
When  they  counted  the  returns  it  was  the  people's 
turn  to  whoop; 
"VSTiere    was    Shafer?      Echo    sadly    answers, 
"  Where?" 
He  was  beaten  two  to  one,  and  knocked   com- 
pletely in  the  soup 
By  the  anti-boodle  candidate  for  May'r. 

In   the   Straight-out   fight   again  he  showed    his 
mettle  like  a  man; 
Took  the  stump  and  had  his  workers  at  the  polls; 
And  whoever  takes  the  trouble  of  his  ward  the 
vote  to  scan 
Will  perceive  the  big  contingent  he  controls. 
So  with  all  this  in  his  favor,  why  on  earth  should 
he  retreat, 
Or  the  standard  of  reform  omit  to  bear, 
Since  he  thinks  that  his  opponents  will  be  puz- 
zled to  defeat 
Him  as  anti-boodle  candidate  for  May'r? 

00) 


F.   C  BEINHAUER. 


^VrOU  will  remember  the  rough  and  ready  Beinhauer,  the  implacable  foe 
1  of  jobs,  hurling  defiance  at  the  ring."  So  spoke  John  S.  Lambie 
on  the  floor  of  Councils,  and  in  this  brief  characterization  is  summarized 
faithfully  the  whole  of  Mr.  Beinhauer's  public  career.  He  is  a  man  of  the 
people,  devoted  to  the  principles  of  pure  popular  government,  and  an  en- 
thusiast in  his  antagonism  to  all  phases  of  misrule  and  corruption  in  politics. 

F.  C.  Beinhauer  was  born  February  22,  1858,  at  Saxonburg,  Butler 
County,  Pa.  His  family  moved  to  Pittsburg  when  he  was  three  months  old, 
and  located  in  what  is  now  the  Fifth  ward.  The  future  reform  leader  at- 
tended the  Grant  and  Hancock  schools  at  various  times  until  he  reached  the 
age  of  fifteen,  when  he  was  obliged  to  suspend  his  studies  on  account  of  ill- 
health. 

In  1876  Mr,  Beinhauer  became  his  father's  partner  in  the  livery  and 
undertaking  business  on  Third  avenue.  Three  years  later  the  family  moved 
to  the  South  Side,  and  the  stable  was  also  transferred  to  that  district.  In 
1882  Mr.  Beinhauer  was  elected  to  Select  Council  on  the  Republican  ticket 
from  the  Twenty-sixth  ward.  He  served  six  years,  and  was  finally  "  legis- 
lated out"  by  the  new  charter.  The  people  of  his  district  in  1890  elected 
him  alderman  for  a  term  of  five  years. 

Throughout  his  career  in  Councils,  as  well  as  in  politics  generally,  Mr. 
Beinhauer  was  noted  as  a  reformer.  He  fought  the  proposed  Lidlie  street 
improvement  at  the  head  of  the  Penn  incline,  and  brought  about  the  some- 
what anomalous  result  of  a  victory  for  a  minority  over  a  majority,  thus  sav- 
ing $100,000  to  the  taxpayers.  He  was  chairman  of  the  committee  on  the 
investigation  of  Monongahela  water;  labored  to  secure  the  establishment  of 
the  office  of  sealer  of  weights  and  measures,  and  introduced  a  variety  of  other 
useful  ordinances,  his  advocacy  of  which,  however,  was  nullified  by  the  power 
of  the  city  ring. 

In  the  famous  county  campaign  of  November,  1891,  Mr.  Beinhauer  led 
the  Straight-out  Republican  forces  on  the  South  Side,  and  contributed 
largely  to  the  strength  of  the  popular  movement.  His  staunch  independent 
Republicanism  has  become  an  article  of  faith  with  the  Republican  majority 
in  his  ward,  and  it  is  on  this  basis,  with  clean  government  as  the  chief  issue, 
that  he  founds  his  present  candidacy  for  Mayor. 

Mr.  Beinhauer  is  married,  and  is  the  father  of  five  children. 

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In  the  wilds  of  old  Westmoreland  many  years  ago 
a  youth  there  was, 
Humble  was   his  station   and   his   aspirations 
slim. 
He  had  little  hopes  of  winning  fame  and  fortune, 
yet  in  truth  there  was 
A    rosy-tinted    future    looming    up    ahead    of 
him. 
Golden  were  the  days  when  with  precocious  inde- 
pendence he 
Dodged    the    country  school-house    and  went 
fishing  with  the  gang. 
And  this  sturdy  spirit  later  was  the  cause  of  his 
ascendency, 
Which  grew  until  the  country  with  his  reputa- 
tion rang. 


Was  it  divination  or    his    lucky  star  that  aided 
him? 
Little  matters  that,  for  anyhow  he  made  the 
break, 
And  whatever  was    the    happy    inspiration    that 
persuaded  him. 
He  bored  for  gas  at  Grapeville,  and  got  there 
and  no  mistake. 
Straightway  after  that  our  hero  upwards  like  a 
rocket  went, 
Never    had    been    struck    an    opportunity    so 
rare; 
Day  by  day  the  cash  in    mighty  heaps  into  his 
pocket  went, 
Until  he  reached  the  status  of  a  semi-million- 
aire. 


When  he  reached  the  years  of  manhood  through 
the  oil  fields  he  would  skip  away. 
Buying  leases  cheap  and  selling  out  at  prices 
high. 
It  was  rough  upon  the  sellers  when  they  saw  what 
they'd  let  slip  away. 
But  this  hustler  banked    the  profits  while  he 
winked  the  other  eye. 
Finally  he  quit  the  trade  of  leases  speculating 


And  struck  another  royal  plan  a  fortune   to 

amass; 
Examples   had   been  set  him  which   he   thought 

worth  emulating  in 
The  line  of  getting  wealthy  through   a  lucky 

find  of  gas. 

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He  dabbles  some  in   politics,  and  sticks  to  the 
Democracy, 
Getting  in  his  licks  for  Willie  Wallace  when 
he  can; 
Bitter    is     his     hatred     of    Repubhcan     autoc- 
racy, 
And  he  thinks  if  Satan  walks  the  earth,  that 
Matthew  Quay's  the  man. 
Friendliness  and  frankness,  open-hearted  genial- 
ity 
Count  among  the  cards  he  plays,  conformably 
to  Hoyle, 
And  it's  everywhere   agreed   that  such   a  goodly 
personality 
Merits  the  financial  boost  it  gets  from  gas  and 
oil. 


I 


JAMES  M.  GUFFEY. 


JAMES  M.  GUFFEY,  the  Pittsburg  oil  and  gas  king,  was  born  in  West- 
moreland County  in  1840.  He  received  his  elementary  education  at 
the  common  schools,  and  finished  his  studies  at  the  Iron  City  College,  of 
which  he  is  a  graduate. 

Mr.  Guffey  went  to  Pithole  at  the  opening  of  the  oil  excitement,  and 
acquired  about  the  same  time  large  interests  at  St.  Petersburg,  in  Clarion 
County.  Subsequently  he  selected  Bradford  as  a  base  of  operations,  and 
about  ten  years  ago  he  came  to  Pittsburg,  where  he  has  since  been  perma- 
nently established. 

Mr.  Guffey  opened  up  and  and  controlled  the  Grapeville  gas  field  until 
it  was  taken  by  a  corporation.  This  was  the  greatest  of  all  the  gas  fields, 
and  brought  great  wealth  to  the  enterprising  operator.  He  also  acquired 
large  interests  in  the  Murraysville  field.  As  a  result  of  the  development  of 
the  natural  resources  of  those  districts,  several  new  towns  sprang  up  and 
thousands  of  people  were  directly  benefited,  thanks  to  the  intelligence  and 
energy  of  one  man. 

The  qualities  which  have  caused  Mr,  Guffey  to  achieve  phenomenal 
prosperity  in  business  have  also  contributed  to  make  him  a  power  in  poli- 
tics. He  is  a  Democrat  of  the  old  school,  firm  as  adamant  in  his  loyalty  to 
the  principles  of  his  party  and  always  ready  to  make  personal  sacrifices  for 
the  party's  benefit.  At  the  last  Democratic  Convention  (April  13,  1892), 
he  made  a  magnificent  fight  against  Secretary  of  the  Commonwealth  Har- 
rity  for  the  succession  to  the  late  W.  L.  Scott  as  National  Committeeman, 
but  was  defeated  through  the  resources  of  the  State  administration.  He 
was  elected  National  Delegate,  however,  and  laid  the  foundation  of  better 
things  to  come  in  future  State  contests. 

Mr.  Guffey  is  married,  and  lives  in  the  East  End. 

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In  him  above,  whose  mien  august 

Attests  his  high  degree, 
Of  pohtics  the  upper  crust 
Exemphfied  you  see. 

State  robes  to  wear 

He  does  not  care, 
Nor  yet  a  golden  crown, 

Although  his  fling 

He  has  as  king 
Of  Allegheny  town. 


How  did  he  ever  rise  to  fill 
That  place  which  men  revere  ? 

Explain  the  circumstance  we  will, 
If  kindly  you  give  ear. 
By  making  flour 
That's  known  to  tow'r 

'Way  upwards  in  renown, 
He  cast  a  spell 
On  folks  that  dwell 

In  Allegheny  town. 


The  Fourth  ward  is  his  dwelling-place  : 

To  Councils  thence  he  went, 
And  sought  to  knock  out  dodges  base. 

Felonious  in  intent. 

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When,  hand  in  hand, 

A  noble  band 
Of  workers  joined  to  down 

The  ring  machine. 

He  helped  to  clean 
Out  Allegheny  town. 

J.  Wyman  being  placed  in  hoc, 

A  may'r  the  people  sought. 
Trustworthy,  sohd  as  a  rock 
And  never  to  be  bought ; 

A  man  who'd  try 

To  keep  an  eye 
On  folks  like  Murph  and  Brown  ; 

The  miller  thus 

Became  the  boss 
Of  Allegheny  town. 

No  more  for  fishing  and  the  chase 

Or  oarsmanship  he  cares  : 
His  feats  henceforth  alone  embrace 
Municipal  affairs. 

Whoever  dreams 

Of  shady  schemes. 
Himself  as  well  might  drown. 

For  firm  and  square 

Is  now  the  may'r 
Of  Allegheny  town. 


WILLIAM  M.  KENNEDY. 


TTT-ILLIAM  M.  KENNEDY,  the  reform  Mayor  of  Allegheny  City,  is   a 

'  '       figure  of  peculiar  interest  in  local  politics,  representing,  as  he  does, 

principles  that  are  rarely  triumphant  under  the  prevailing  political  conditions. 

Mayor  Kennedy  is  a  son  of  R,  T.  Kennedy,  and  was  born  in  1844,  on 
Western  avenue,  Allegheny,  in  the  house  now  occupied  by  the  McKnight 
family.  He  was  educated  at  the  Western  University  an  Russell's  Military 
school  at  New  Haven,  Conn.  In  1875,  he  was  united  in  marriage  to  Miss 
Eliza  McClintock,  daughter  of  Washington  McClintock,  an  old  Pittsburg 
carpet  merchant.  He  entered  the  Pearl  Milling  Company  (R.  T.  Kennedy 
&  Bro.)  about  1868,  and  in  a  short  time  acquired  a  thorough  practical 
knowledge  of  the  milling  business.  In  1870,  he  became  a  member  of  the 
firm  of  Marshall,  Kennedy  &  Co.,  which  succeeded  the  Pearl  Milling  Co., 
after  the  latter's  plant  had  been  destroyed  by  fire.  His  partnership  in  that 
concern  still  continues,  and  has  been  the  means  of  placing  Mr.  Kennedy 
among  the  wealthiest  of  Allegheny's  citizens. 

Mr.  Kennedy  entered  politics  three  years  ago,  becoming  a  member  of 
Select  Council  from  the  Fourth  ward.  He  sided  with  the  reform  element 
from  the  first,  and  when  the  Allegheny  Reform  Association  was  organized, 
became  one  of  its  most  valuable  members.  After  Mayor  Wyman's  seat  had 
been  declared  vacant  and  a  successor  was  sought,  William  M.  Kennedy  won 
the  Republican  nomination  easily,  and  was  elected  without  opposition  to 
the  executive  chair  which  Mayor  Voegtly  had  occupied  temporarily  before 
him.     He  was  inaugurated  on  May  2,  1892. 

Mayor  Kennedy  is  an  enthusiastic  hunter  and  fisherman,  and  is  Presi- 
dent of  the  Cheat  Mountain  Hunting  Association,  a  member  of  the  Western 
Pennsylvania  Sportsmen's  Association,  and  one  of  the  founders  of  both  or- 
ganizations. He  has  also  taken  a  keen  interest  in  the  promotion  of  oars- 
manship, and  was  a  leading  supporter  of  the  old  Columbia  Boat  Club. 

His  residence  is  at  21  Cedar  avenue,  Fourth  ward,  Allegheny. 

("205) 


"Oh,  the  spring,  the  beautiful  spring,"  And  the  newsies  his  coming  hilariously 
Is  a  song  that  this  chappie  might  suitably  greet 

sing.  When  they  see  him  parade  with  his  club 
Not  the  season  that  comes  when  the  win-  on  the  street. 

ter  is  gone, 

But  the  kind  of  a  spring  that  we  slumber      ^^  ^         ,    .     ,  .  , 

He  cares  not  a  rap  for  political  jobs, 

And  the  chaps  in  the  league  of  Republi- 
can clubs 
He's  a  hustler  in  business,  and  makes  lots     Will  tell   you   he  harps  on   this  singular 

of  cash  ;  tune 

'Mid  Republican  clubmen  he  cuts  quite  a     Since  the  one  time  he  ran  he  was  floored 

dash  ;  by  a  coon. 

The  Americus  marchers  he's  drilled  by  the 

.     •,  '.    .        1    ,     ,    ij    •     .,      XT         Perhaps  it's  as  well  that  he's  out  of  the 

And  commissions  he  s  held  m  the  Na- 

tional  Guard.  ^  ^  i    ,  . , , 

For  empty  preferment  and   boss-ndden 

place ; 

At  the  home  of  the  newsboys  a  big  man  is      For  in  business,  they  say,  he  don't  meet 

he,  with  a  hitch, 

Drillmaster   he's   been,  and   he's   still   a      And  is  happy,  contented,  and  bound  to 

trustee ;  get  rich. 

(206) 


A.  J.  LOGAN. 

MAJOR  A.  J.  LOGAN  was  born  in  the  East  End,  Pittsburg,  in  July,  1857. 
He  received  a  liberal  education,  going  through  the  pubhc  schools, 
and  subsequently  attending  the  Pennsylvania  Military  Academy  at  Chester, 
where  he  studied  for  two  years. 

In  1876,  Mr.  Logan  engaged  in  the  upholstering  business — his  present 
occupation — in  this  city.  Six  years  later  he  bought  out  Roenigk,  Gill  & 
Co.,  in  which  firm  he  was  a  partner,  and  in  1888  he  built  his  present  mam- 
moth establishment  on  Third  avenue  near  Market  street.  This  building 
measures  60x85  feet,  and  is  seven  stories  high.  It  is  the  largest  of  its  kind 
in  the  State. 

Mr.  Logan  is  Quartermaster,  with  the  rank  of  Major,  in  the  National 
Guard,  and  is  one  of  the  most  ardent  military  enthusiasts  in  Western  Penn- 
sylvania. He  is  also  a  director  in  the  Chamber  of  Commerce.  He  is  a 
Republican  in  politics,  and  takes  just  pride  in  having  been  one  of  the  found- 
ers of  the  Americus  Club,  in  which  society  he  has  held  the  offices  of  trustee, 
treasurer,  and  captain  of  the  marching  organization. 

In  all  the  relations  of  life  Mr.  Logan  exhibits  a  uniformly  estimable 
character.  He  is  one  of  those  happily-endowed  individuals  who  make  friends 
easily,  and  rarely  lose  them.     He  is  married,  and  resides  in  East  Liberty. 

(  207) 


The  "Doc?" — Aye,  indeed,  that's   himself,   you 
can  bet, 

A  hail  fellow,  well  met, 

With  no  cause  to  regret 
That   he's    not   an    M.  D.,  but   is   known   as  a 
«  Vet," 

And  of  horses  the  maladies  heals. 
It  rejoices  him  vastly  to  think  he  eludes 

The  fancies  and  moods 

Of  invalid  dudes, 
Which  a  four-footed  sufferer  never  obtrudes. 

Though  ever  so  badly  he  feels. 


The  "Doc"  is  a  born  Philadelphia  lad. 

And  before  him  his  dad 

Wide  celebrity  had. 
And  has  it  as  yet,  with  the  consciousness  glad 

That  in  years  he  still  leads  the  "  profesh." 
So  by  force  of  example  and  precept  it  came 

That  the  son  proved  his  claim 

To  inherit  the  fame 
Of  his  parent,  and  honors  the  family  name 

By  keeping  the  pride  of  it  fresh. 


Gilt-edged  is  his  trade,  and  his  talents  entice 

Folks  to  take  his  advice. 

And  to  put  up  the  price, 
Which  is  fixed  at  a  figure  decidedly  nice — 

No  M.  D.  could  do  better  than  that. 


He's  a  State  veterinarian,  and  justly  he  brags 

That  for  fire  laddies'  nags 

Striking  physical  snags 
He   was    first    to   prescribe,    and   at    present  he 
bags 

A  moderate  stipend  thereat. 


For  superior  horse  flesh,  the  "Doc"  has  an  eye, 

And  keeps  a  supply 

Of  animals  spry. 
Wherewith  on  occasion  he  makes  the  dust  fly. 

And  wearies  the  Forbes  street  hacks. 
In  society  likewise  he  holds  up  his  end. 

And  has  many  a  friend 

Unto  whom  he'll  extend 
A  welcome,  whereon  it  is  safe  to  depend 

That  it  ne'er  in  sincerity  lacks. 


He's  a  stalwart  Republican  clubman,  whose  grip 

On  his  citizenship. 

We'll  give  you  a  tip, 
Is  as  firm  as  a  rock,  and  he's  managed  to  slip 

'Way  up  as  a  Mason  besides. 
He's  married,  and  counts  as  a  family  man 

Who  goes  on  the  plan 

That  in  life's  little  span 
He  should   have  as   much   comfort   as   ever   he 


And  be  happy,  whatever  betides. 


(208) 


DR.  R.  JENNINGS,  Jr. 


DR.  R.  JENNINGS,  Jr.,  the  eminent  veterinary  surgeon,  may  be  said  to 
have  acquired  his  professional  talent  by  inheritance.  His  father,  R. 
Jennings,  Sr.,  is  the  oldest  veterinarian  in  the  State,  The  elder  Dr.  Jen- 
nings organized  the  first  veterinary  college  in  America,  which  was  chartered 
in  Philadelphia  in  1852,  and  served  as  its  President.  He  is  also  the  author 
of  numerous  standard  treatises,  among  them  "The  Horse  and  His  Diseases," 
"Cattle  and  Their  Diseases,"  "Sheep,  Swine,  and  Poultry,"  and  "Horse 
Training  Made  Easy." 

Dr.  Jennings,  the  younger,  was  born  in  Philadelphia  in  185  i,  and  was 
educated  at  the  public  schools  of  that  city.  After  four  years'  service  in  the 
wholesale  and  retail  drug  business,  he  entered  the  Philadelphia  Veterinary 
College,  where  he  graduated  in  187 1. 

Pittsburg  offered  a  promising  field,  and  here  the  young  practitioner 
settled  down,  and  opened  up  an  establishment.  His  efficiency  early  placed 
him  upon  a  prosperous  footing,  and  he  has  since  been  regarded  as  occupy- 
ing the  first  place  in  his  profession  in  this  part  of  the  State.  For  nineteen 
years  he  has  had  charge  of  the  horses  of  the  Pittsburg  Fire  Department, 
and  his  services  to  the  municipality  are  highly  esteemed. 

Dr.  Jennings  has  been  a  member  of  Select  Council  from  the  Second  ward 
for  several  years.  He  was  Chairman  of  the  City  Property  Committee  from 
1886  to  1888,  being  the  only  Second  ward  Councilman  who  ever  held  that 
position.     He  is  a  Republican,  and  always  a  sincere  and  zealous  partisan. 

Socially  Dr,  Jennings  is  held  in  high  regard.  He  is  the  soul  of  hospi- 
tality, entertains  liberally,  and  the  number  of  his  friends  is  legion. 

(209) 


Though  he's  shaved  off  his  beard,  which  He  got  into  the  School  Board  and  did 

the  artist  has  shown,  quite  a  neat 

The  face  of  this  chap  should  be  easily  Stroke    of  work   with    his   booklets,  and 

known  ;  after  this  feat 

Like  a  monarch  in  Councils  he  sits  on  his  In  Councils  he  readily  captured  a  seat. 


throne 
And  the  gavel  right  royally  swings. 
He's  a  "popular"  ruler,  because  he  takes 

care 
In  making  decisions  to  act  on  the  square 
By    the    boys    from   whose    backing   the 
principal  share 
Of    his    pull    with     the     Councilmen 
springs. 

Like    another   official  who's   in   the   top 

grade, 
As  an  agent  for  school-books  some  boodle 

he  made 
And  political  cards  so  ingeniously  played 
That  bonanzas  he  managed  to  strike. 


For  with  folks  in  his  ward  he  is  "Mike." 

Now  he  thinks  since  that  other  official  of 

note 
As  book  agent  and  sich  was  in  just  the 

same  boat 
As  himself,  he's  entitled  to  take  off  his 

coat 
And  run  for  the  other  chap's  place. 
But  these  seemingly  parallel  cases  don't 

gee, 
For  the  other's  reformed,  and  our  hero, 

you  see, 
Doesn't  shout  for  reform.     If  he  does,  he 

will  be 
Ignominiously  barred  from  the  race. 


(210) 


GEORGE  L.  HOLLIDAY. 


GEORGE  L.  HOLLIDAY  was  born  at  Perth,  Canada,  May  19,  1845,  and 
came  to  Ohio  with  his  father  when  he  was  twelve  years  old.  He  at- 
tended an  academy  at  Northwood,  O.,  until  he  reached  the  age  of  eighteen, 
and  then  attended  the  Normal  School  at  Lebanon,  from  which  he  graduated 
in  the  classical  Course  in  1866. 

Shortly  afterwards  he  came  to  Pittsburg,  and  from  1869  until  1881  was 
the  local  representative  of  Harper  Bros.'  Publishing  House.  He  then  be- 
came the  representative  of  Ivison,  Blakeman  &  Cov,  of  Chicago,  handling 
school-books  only. 

A  year  after  the  consolidation  of  the  South  Side  with  the  city,  Mr. 
Holliday  became  a  member  of  Councils  from  the  35th  ward,  and  has  since 
served  uninterruptedly,  part  of  the  time  in  the  Select  branch,  but  for  several 
years  past  as  president  of  the  Common  branch. 

Mr.  Holliday  has  been  frequently  mentioned  for  the  Mayoralty,  al- 
though he  has  as  yet  declined  to  seek  the  office. 

In  his  business  affairs  he  has  been  very  successful.  He  is  president  of 
the  Duquesne  Inclined  Plane  Railroad,  of  which  he  was  one  of  the  original 
projectors  and  is  one  of  the  heaviest  stockholders. 

He  was  married  in  1870  to  Miss  Mary  T.  Pringle,  of  New  Concord,  O, 

(211) 


This  chap  with  the  big  mustache 

And  the  keen  and  piercing  eye 
Is  a  merchant  who  locally  cuts  a  dash, 
And  we'll  tell  you  the  reason  why  : 
Shrewdness  and  grit, 
Quickness  of  wit, 
Industry,  vigor  and  vim  ; 
Hand-to-hand  tussling, 
And  toiling  and  hustling 
Have  made  a  high  roller  of  him. 


Of  hammering  metal  he  tired  ; 

'Twas  a  job  that  lacked  in  "  tone  ; " 
So  his  tools  in  a  sewer  he  fired, 
And  set  up  in  a  "biz"  of  his  own, 

A  mine  of  luck 

He  speedily  struck 
With  the  novel  instalm.ent  plan  ; 

'Twas  no  mistake 

To  make  the  break, 
For  it  made  him  a  wealthy  man. 


Low  down  he  made  a  start, 

To  his  name  he  hadn't  a  cent, 
But  he  never  was  known  to  be  faint  of 
heart, 
And  his  hopes  were  of  large  extent. 
For  many  a  day 
He  plodded  away 
As  a  blacksmith,  with  hammer  in  hand  ) 
But  'twas  easy  to  see 
That  some  day  he  would  be 
A  high  muck-a-muck  in  the  land. 

(2x 


His  political  faith  is  plain  ; 

He  belongs  to  the  G.  O.  P. 
Of  Matthew  and  Benny  and  old  Jimmy 
Blaine 
Devotedly  fond  is  he. 
By  his  club  he  swears, 
And  oft  declares 
The  Americus  cannot  be  downed ; 
And  in  every  way 
His  career,  they  say, 
Has  been  with  prosperity  crowned, 

2) 


WILLIAM  H.  KEECH. 


^PHE  pioneer  and  most  successful  operator  in  the  installment  furniture 
^  business  in  Pittsburg,  is  W.  H.  Keech,  whose  advertisements  have 
made  his  name  famiHar  to  every  man,  woman  and  child  in  Western  Penn- 
sylvania. Mr.  Keech  was  born  in  Washington  County,  July  17,  1854,  and 
was  educated  for  three  winters  at  the  public  schools  in  his  native  place.  On 
leaving  school  he  went  to  work  for  his  living,  and  at  the  same  time  applied 
his  savings  to  securing  private  instruction  after  each  day's  work  was  done. 
In  1869,  he  came  to  Pittsburg,  and  after  spending  three  years  in  various 
occupations,  entered  a  furniture  house  as  collector.  In  1879,  he  started  in- 
dependently as  a  furniture  dealer,  and  prospered  from  the  outset.  He  be- 
gan in  a  modest  establishment  on  Wood  street,  and  as  through  honorable 
dealing  and  judicious  advertising,  his  business  kept  on  increasing,  he  moved 
to  more  commodious  quarters  on  Wood  street,  and  finally  to  the  palatial 
building  on  Penn  avenue,  which  he  now  occupies. 

Mr.  Keech  is  married  and  is  the  father  of  three  children — two  boys  and 
a  girl.  He  is  an  ardent  Republican,  and  has  been  for  seven  years  one  of 
the  leading  spirits  of  the  Americus  Club,  holding  successively  all  the  offices 
in  the  Club  except  that  of  President.  The  latter  dignity  was  repeatedly 
offered  to  him,  but  he  refused  to  take  it  on  account  of  the  demands  of  busi- 
ness. Mr.  Keech  has  never  been  an  aspirant  for  public  office,  but  is  a 
vigorous  worker  within  the  party  lines.  He  is  a  bright,  wide-awake,  enter- 
prising citizen,  and  American  to  the  core. 

(213) 


This  shrewd-looking  gent  with  the  short- 
age of  hair 

And  the  surplus  of  fiery-hued  beard,' 
In  pohtics  hustles  with  cleverness  rare, 

And  is  widely  respected  and  feared. 
They  call  him  a  hayseed  because  he  re- 
sides 

In  a  township  'mid  rustic  galoots, 
Though  it's  little  hayseediness  ever  abides 

In  this  slick  individual's  boots. 

In  his. youth  from  the  "Black  North  "  of 
Ireland  he  came. 
And  he  sticks  to  his  Scotch-Irish  tricks  ; 
He  holds  fast  to  King  William,  and  thinks 

it  a  shame 
That  the  world  should  be  bothered  with 

Micks. 
But  for  very  good  reasons  he  don't  give 
away 
His  anti-papistical  views. 
For  in  working  the  voters  it  never  would 
pay 
This  racket  in  public  to  use. 

(2 


As  the  boss  of  his  township  he's  every- 
where known. 
But  he  isn't  contented  with  that ; 
In  county  conventions  his  talent  is  shown 

For  knocking  his  enemies  flat. 
If  he  once  forms  a  grudge,  he  holds  on 
like  a  leech. 
As  tenacious  as  any  bull  pup, 
And  the  victim  can't  hope  to  get  out  of 
his  reach, 
For  on  scrapping  he'll  never  let  up. 

He's  a  Quay  man  at  heart,  not  afraid   of 
Magee, 
And  no  heeler  to  backcap  him  dares — 
Thus  it  comes  that  his  Nobs  was  elected 
to  be 
A  director  of  county  affairs. 
From  this  height  he   looks  back  on  the 
boodle  he's  made 
Building  wagons,  and  joyful  he  feels 
When  he  thinks  what  a  cinch  he  has  now 
on  the  trade 
Of  "  spoking  "  political  wheels. 
14) 


JAMES  G.  WEIR. 


JAMES  G.  WEIR,  the  leading  wagon-builder  in  Western  Pennsylvania, 
was  born  in  County  Derry,  Ireland,  in  1835,  ^■''^  ^'^'^'^  educated  in  the 
common  schools  of  his  native  country.  From  1852  to  1857  he  lived  in 
Lanarkshire,  Scotland,  and  emigrated  thence  to  the  United  States,  coming 
direct  to  Pittsburg.  He  learned  the  trade  of  wagon  and  carriage  maker  on 
Seventh  avenue,  and  in  i860  started  in  business  for  himself  on  the  same 
street,  opposite  the  old  Neptune  Engine  House.  In  1861  he  removed  to 
where  the  Union  Station  now  stands,  and  in  1863  made  another  transfer, 
locating  on  Washington  street,  where  he  remained  until  he  was  burned  out 
in  the  riots  of  1S77.  He  then  established  his  factory  on  Liberty  avenue 
between  Thirteenth  and  Fourteenth  streets,  and  continues  to  carry  on  there 
an  extensive  and  lucrative  trade.  Mr.  Weir  received  the  only  medals  and 
diplomas  awarded  by  the  Pennsylvania  State  Fair  during  the  years  1881, 
1882,  and  1883. 

In  1887  he  entered  politics  as  a  candidate  for  County  Commissioner, 
and  was  defeated  in  the  convention  by  only  one  vote.  Three  years  later  he 
ran  for  the  same  office,  and  was  easily  nominated  and  elected. 

Mr.  Weir  is  one  of  the  most  valuable  men  that  have  ever  served  as  Com- 
missioner. His  business  habits  and  traditional  Scotch-Irish  prudence  and 
far-sightedness,  coupled  with  rigid  honesty,  render  him  an  efficient  guardian 
of  the  people's  interests.  He  lives  in  O'Hara  township,  near  Sharpsburg, 
and  enjoys  a  wider  range  of  acquaintance  throughout  the  county  than  falls 
to  the  lot  of  more  than  one  man  out  of  a  thousand. 


Let  not  this  gent's  engaging  air. 

And  smile  so  innocent, 
Persuade  you  that  he  doesn't  bear 

A  power  of  large  extent. 
For  though  he  sports  civilian  dreas 

And  unofficial  looks, 
That  he's  a  corker  all  confess, 

AVhen  he  gets  in  his  hooks. 


Unto  the  fallen  he's  a  friend, 

Full  often  we've  heard  tell 
How  rounders  he  would  recommend 

To  Warner's  big  hotel. 
Thieves,  bulHes,  murderers  and  thugs 

Alike  his  friendship  know  ; 
He  fills  his  album  with  their  mugs 

And  takes  them  all  in  tow. 


A  great  philanthropist  is  he, 

And  souls  he  seeks  to  win  ; 
For,  if  his  men  poor  sinners  see, 

They  always  scoop  them  in, 
And  then  this  chap  his  tender  care 

Upon  the  waifs  bestows, 
And  lets  them  have  a  change  of  air, 

Likewise  a  change  of  clothes. 


Speak-easies  tremble  at  his  name, 

Card-sharpers  shirk  his  eye  ; 
High  rollers  dodge  him  just  the  same 

As  do  the  smaller  fry. 
And  so  this  all-potential  sharp 

Will  plod  on,  till  allowed 
To  play  forever  on  a  harp 

And  loaf  upon  a  cloud. 
(216) 


JOHN  McAleese. 


AMONG  the  host  of  officials  employed  in  Allegheny  County  there  is  none 
who  enjoys  a  greater  measure  of  public  confidence,  and  enjoys  it  more 
deservedly,  than  John  McAleese,  the  Warden  of  the  county  jail.  Twenty 
years  of  service  rendered  the  public  in  various  capacities,  witl^out  a  blemish 
in  his  record,  is  the  platform  on  which  Mr.  McAleese  contested  for  and  won 
the  wardenship,  at  a  time  when  the  public  demanded  with  one  voice  that 
only  an  absolutely  trustworthy  and  competent  man  should  receive  the  office. 

Mr.  McAleese  was  born  on  March  lO,  185 1,  in  the  Thirteenth  ward, 
then  known  as  Pitt  Township.  His  family  is  one  of  the  oldest  in  the  town- 
ship, his  father  having  resided  there  for  60  years.  The  future  Warden  re- 
ceived his  education  in  the  public  schools,  and  at  the  age  of  17  learned  the 
carpenter's  trade.  In  1872  he  joined  No.  5  Engine  Company,  and  he  was 
the  foreman  of  that  company  for  ten  years.  In  1888,  Chief  J.  O.  Brown 
appointed  him  Inspector  of  the  First  police  district.  The  responsibility  at- 
tached to  this  position  was  great,  and  involved  extraordinary  labor  and  vig- 
ilance. Mr.  McAleese,  however,  acquitted  himself  with  conspicuous  ability, 
purged  the  down-town  portion  of  the  city  of  the  thugs  and  loafers  with 
which  it  was  infested,  and  kept  the  political  interlopers  at  bay,  so  that  on  his 
retirement  after  four  years'  service  the  press  of  the  city  was  unanimous  in 
commending  his  work  and  congratulating  the  prison  board  on  his  appoint- 
ment to  take  charge  of  the  jail.  This  event  occurred  on  October  13,  1891, 
shortly  after  the  escape  of  the  notorious  outlaw,  Fred.  C.  Fitzsimmons, 
which  led  to  the  withdrawal  of  Warden  John  Berlin. 

Warden  McAleese  owes  his  success  to  his  strict  and  inviolable  fidelity 

to  duty,  coupled  with  a  full  consciousness  of  his  obligations  to  the  public. 

Hk  life  is  regulated  by  military  rule,  and  it  may  be  said  of  him,  as  of  few 

others  holding  public  place,  that  he  is  an  olficial  "without  fear  and  without 

reproach." 

(217) 


Hamlet,  getting  off  the  handle, 
Owing  to  domestic  scandal, 

Struggled  hard  to  find  the  key 
To  the  question,  quite  perplexing, 
Whether  'tis,  midst  troubles  vexing. 

Best  "  to  be  or  not  to  be." 


One  herewith  we're  introducing, 
Who  in  policies  producing 

Shows  adroitness  unsurpassed  ; 
Youngest  he  of  managerial 
Experts,  yet  to  him  imperial 

Conquests  keep  a-comJng  fast. 


Hamlet's  views,  of  course,  don't  matter  ; 
He,  poor  fellow  !  at  his  latter 

End  was  rather  prone  to  scoff; 
'Tis  enough  to  be  aware  of 
This,  that  when  we've  had  our  share  of 

Fun  we  all  must  shuffle  off. 


Down  on  Wood  street,  near  the  bankers 
And  the  brokers — there  he  anchors 

Solidly  his  spanking  craft ; 
"  Home,  Sweet  Home,"  approximately 
Is  its  title  ;  thither  lately 

Lots  of  trade  the  breezes  waft. 


Man,  proud  man,  since  this  the  case  is,  Perseverance  and  endurance 


Since  against  collapse  our  race  is 

Absolutely  unsecured  ; 
Don't,  like  Hamlet,  take  to  idle 
Thoughts  and  musing  suicidal ; 
Go  and  get  your  Hfe  insured. 


In  the  line  of  life  insurance. 

Just  as  elsewhere,  must  succeed  ; 

Hence,  this  young  man  enterprising. 

With  facility  surprising. 

Moves  ahead  and  takes  the  lead. 
(218) 


H.  B.  MOESER 


N. 


'T^HE  distinction  of  being  the  youngest  insurance  manager  in  Pennsylva- 
^  nia,  and  a  highly  successful  manager  to  boot,  belongs  to  H.  B.  Moeser, 
who  has  charge  of  the  affairs  of  the  Home  Life  Insurance  Company  in  the 
western  district  of  Pennsylvania.  Mr.  Moeser  is  the  son  of  Louis  Moeser, 
the  German  consul  in  Pittsburg,  who  has  resided  here  since  1842.  The 
young  man  is  a  native  of  this  city,  and  was  educated  in  Allegheny.  For 
three  years  he  was  associated  with  his  father  in  the  management  of  a  large 
shipping  agency,  and  also  in  the  pursuit  of  architecture.  Eleven  years  ago 
he  entered  the  insurance  business,  his  natural  adaptability  to  which  gave 
him  a  quick  mastery  of  its  details.  After  spending  a  considerable  period  in 
the  employ  of  another  company,  he  accepted  the  position  of  manager  for 
the  company  which  he  now  serves.  His  efficiency  is,  perhaps,  best  attested 
by  the  fact  that  in  four  months,  dating  from  the  time  of  his  appointment, 
three  times  as  much  business  was  done  under  his  control  as  had  been  done 
in  an  entire  year  previously. 

Mr.  Moeser  claims  for  his  company  that  it  is  the  best  of  its  kind  in  the 
country.  The  local  office  at  533  Wood  street  is  one  of  the  most  commodi- 
ous and  handsomely-appointed  in  Pittsburg,  reflecting  in  its  equipment  the 
prosperous  condition  of  the  company's  business  under  the  competent  guid- 
ance of  the  young  manager. 

(219) 


^p' 


In  this  age  of  invention, 

When  all  is  contention 
To  see  who  in  brains  is  supreme, 

The  railroad  contractor 

Stands  high  as  a  factor 
In  helping  the  workings  of  steam. 

Though  of  patents  he's  heedless 

And  finds  that  it's  needless 
Original  schemes  to  concoct. 

Yet  the  railroads  require  him 

And  know  when  they  hire  him 
They're  bound  to  be  heavily  socked. 


For  Wallace  he  struggled 
And  fain  would  have  juggled 

With  Pattison's  iron-clad  grip  ; 
And  now  like  a  lion 
He's  loose  with  his  eye  on 

A  national  delegateship. 
In  looks  he's  a  daisy 
And  sets  the  girls  crazy  ; 

He's  single,  and,  therefore,  you  know, 
For  his  beauty  and  riches 
The  cute  httle  witches 

Would  cheerfully  take  him  in  tow. 


The  one  that  we  sing  of 
Makes  quite  a  good  thing  of 

The  contracts  that  drop  in  his  lap. 
And — most  comforting  this  is- 
It's  rarely  he  misses 

His  profits,  or  meets  a  mishap. 
Democracy's  banner 
He  hoists  in  a  manner 

That  shows  he  is  ready  to  slap 
Any  Quay-ridden  sinner. 
And  so  he's  been  winner 

In  many  a  desperate  scrap. 


Though  of  jobs  no  supporter, 
He  lives  in  the  quarter 

Where  Chris  is  the  monarch  of  all. 
With  the  gang  cheek  by  jowl  he 
Stays,   wondering  how'' II  he 

In  politics  e'er  make  a  haul. 

But  with  visage  that's  cheery  ^ 
He  faces  O'Leary 

And  others  that  train  with  the  ring. 
For  however  they  view  him 
They  cannot  hoodoo  him 

Nor  keep  him  from  having  his  fling. 

(  220  ) 


WILLIAM  E.  HOWLEY. 


THE  railroad  contracting  business  furnishes  a  field  for  some  of  the  most 
progressive  and  brainy  of  our  citizens,  and  in  this  category  William  E. 
Howley  may  fitly  be  classed.  Mr.  Howley  was  born  in  old  Pitt  township, 
now  the  Fourteenth  ward,  Pittsburg,  in  i86i.  He  was  educated  at  the 
ward  schools  and  the  High  School,  and  is  also  a  graduate  of  Duff's  College. 
From  1875  to  1880,  he  was  employed  as  a  clerk  in  the  Crescent  Tube  Works. 
He  then  assumed  a  clerkship  in  the  City  Assessor's  office,  and  retained  that 
position  until  1882.  From  1882  to  1887,  he  was  in  the  service  of  the  Penn- 
sylvania Company.  He  then  entered  the  railroad  contracting  business,  his 
aptitude  for  which  was  such  as  to  place  him  almost  immediately  on  the  high- 
road to  prosperity.  Large  and  remunerative  contracts  were  entrusted  to 
him  from  the  first,  and  his  profits  nowadays  entitle  him  to  rank  among  our 
most  prosperous  citizens. 

Mr.  Howley  is  a  Democrat  on  principle,  and  labors  to  emphasize  his 
political  principles  by  rendering  material  assistance  to  his  party.  He  at- 
tends the  party  conventions  and  uses  his  best  efforts  to  procure  the  strength- 
ening of  the  Democratic  county  organization,  and  rescue  it  from  the  in- 
fluence of  the  local  Republican  ring.  He  is  one  of  the  pillars  of  the  Colum- 
bus Club. 

(  221  ) 


He  that's  endowed  with  these  features 
symmetrical, 

Odd  though  it  seems,  is  an  expert  elec- 
trical. 

Curious  secrets  of  science  he  knows, 

Yet  thereof  not  a  trace  in  his  visage  he 
shows. 

Wires  he  supphes  that  play  havoc  with 

gloominess, 
Bearing  a  fluid  of  radiance  luminous, 
Currents  establishes,  sure  to  surpass 
In  effect  the  enfeebled   achievements  of 

gas. 

Searching  his  record  for  facts  tiographical, 
Early  we  find  him  at  work  typographical, 
Struggling  in  Beaver,  and  hard  was  his 

case. 
For  he  slaved  at  the  "  galleys,"  and  "  pi  " 

had  to  chase. 

Next  he  went  out  to  a  land  territorial. 
Opened  up  there  the  first  manor  seignorial. 
Stayed  in  Dakota  for  many  a  year, 
And    in   farming   was   reckoned   a   bold 
pioneer. 

(2 


Home  he  returned  with  the  triumph  he 

merited, 
Tackled  thereafter  a  business  inherited, 
Handed  right  down  from  the  sire  of  his  sire, 
Insurance  it  was  against  losses  by  fire. 

Soon  came  the  day  when  that  project 
idealized, 

Lighting  by  wire,  was  substantially  realized. 

Into  the  field  with  his  partner  he  went. 

And  he  never  had  cause  of  the  act  to  re- 
pent. 

Now  we  may  say  without  verging  on  flat- 
tery, 

No  one  knows  better  the  use  of  a  battery ; 

The  flashes  from  hghtning,  from  thunder 
the  bolts, 

He  extracts  for  his  ohms  and  revamps  for 
his  volts. 

Young  though  he  be— still  from  forty  re- 
mote he  is ; 
Fairly  on  prosperous  waters  afloat  he  is, 
Murkiness  never  encounters  his  gaze, 
But  his  atmosphere's  filled  with  a  lucra- 
tive haze. 

22  ) 


GILBERT  A.  HAYS. 


TI,"^HEN  the  electrical  industry  began  to  receive  active  development, 
'  ^  Gilbert  A.  Hays  was  one  of  the  first  Pittsburgers  to  perceive  and  take 
advantage  of  its  possibilities.  Mr.  Hays  is  practically  a  native  of  this  city, 
having  been  born  just  outside  the  municipal  limits.  He  is  now  37  years  of 
age,  and  has  spent  most  of  his  life  in  Pittsburg. 

Thrown  on  his  own  resources  at  an  early  age,  he  was  compelled  to  leave 
school  sooner  than  most  boys,  to  earn  his  bread  and  butter.  He  learned  the 
printing  business  at  Beaver  Falls,  and  was  a  compositor  there  for  ten  years. 
He  then  went  West  in  the  interest  of  Clark  &  Thaw,  and  opened  for  that  firm 
the  first  farm  in  Dakota  Territory,  thus  earning  the  title  of  the  pioneer 
farmer  of  Dakota. 

On  the  death  of  his  grandfather,  Mr.  Hays  returned  to  Pittsburg  and 
assumed  charge  of  the  fire  insurance  business  established  by  his  relatives. 
His  grandfather  had  been  proprietor  of  a  prosperous  agency  for  thirty  years, 
and  Mr.  Hays  has  continued  the  business  for  thirteen  years.  In  connection 
with  a  partner,  under  the  firm  name  of  Hays  &  Lowry,  at  No.  59  Fourth 
Avenue. 

Three  years  ago,  Mr.  Hays  organized  the  Iron  City  Electric  Company 
at  No.  1 10  Wood  street,  and  he  is  now  president  of  that  concern,  with  Hor- 
ace F.  Lowry  as  secretary  and  treasurer.  Mr.  Lowry  is  well  known  as  the 
founder  of  the  Telegraph,  now  merged  into  the  Chronicle-Telegraph.  The 
original  capital  of  the  electric  company  was  only  a  few  hundred  dollars,  but 
it  now  does  a  business  of  $60,000  per  annum,  and  is  patronized  by  the  best 
firms  in  the  city. 

Mr.  Hays  married  Miss  Fleming,  daughter  and  heiress  of  Joseph  Flem- 
ing, the  druggist  and  wine  merchant,  and  has  five  children. 

(223) 


"  Marron  glace, ^^  the  Frenchmen  say — 

It  means  a  frozen  chestnut. 
But  thus  to  twit  and  basely  hit 

The  man  above  you'd  best  not. 
With  all  his  faults,  'gainst  such  assaults 

He's  proof,  and  in  his  chosen 
Pursuits  is  free  from  ways  that  be 

Chestnutical  or  frozen. 

Observe  him  well — his  looks  should  tell 

At  once  that  he's  a  lawyer, 
In  books  immersed  and  deeply  versed 

In  Terminer  and  Oyer. 
His  eye  is  fierce  as  though  'twould  pierce 

An  enemy  with  fury  ; 
By  all  accounts  he  thus  surmounts 

The  views  of  judge  and  jury. 

In  rhetoric  he's  deuced  quick, 

And  never  gets  bombastic  ; 
But,  when  he  Hkes,  right  home  he  strikes 

With  language  that's  sarcastic. 

(2 


At  crucial  times  his  tongue  he  primes 

With  language  vitriolic ; 
And  so  to  make  opponents  quake 

Appears  to  him  a  frolic. 

Like  Cicero  he  lets  'er  go 

When  he  defends  a  felon  ; 
His  fluent  tongue  and  strength  of  lung 

The  court-room  cast  a  spell  on. 
The  witness  that  might  knock  him  flat 

He  hastens  to  belittle  ; 
And  when  he's  through,  what  can  they  do 

But  grant  him  an  acquittal  ? 

So  too  he  floors  forensic  bores 

In  litigation  civil ; 
And  drives  the  spear  of  logic  clear 

Through  prosiness  and  drivel. 
That's  why  he  stands  a  head  and  hands 

Above  those  chaps  who  star  on 
Pure  nerve  and  brass,  the  only  class 

Described  in  French  as  "  marron.'' 
24  ) 


JOHN  MARRON. 


TN  point  of  ability  as  a  criminal  lawyer,  and  especially  as  a  cross-examiner, 
'*■  John  Marron,  Esq.,  is  inferior  to  none  and  excelled  by  few  of  his 
brother  professionals  in  the  State.  His  tact,  keenness  and  faculty  of  ready 
retort  have  made  him  feared  as  well  as  respected,  and  the  possession  of 
these  qualities  renders  him  a  veritable  tower  of  strength  in  pleading  crimi- 
nal cases.  Mr.  Marron  was  born  in  the  Eighth  ward,  Pittsburg,  in  1856. 
He  attended  the  public  schools,  and  finished  his  studies  under  the  direction 
of  private  tutors.  His  bent  was  naturally  towards  the  law,  for  which  pur- 
suit he  prepared  himself  in  the  office  of  the  late  Marshall  Schwartzwelder, 
a  memorable  figure  in  his  day.  Mr.  Marron  was  called  to  the  bar  about  15 
years  ago.  His  brilliant  talents  placed  him  at  once  upon  a  prosperous 
footing,  and  he  has  been  conspicuously  before  the  public  ever  since.  He  is 
an  indefatigable  worker,  tenacious,  irrepressible,  never  yielding  an  inch  of 
ground  to  an  adversary  without  a  hard  struggle. 

Mr.  Marron  takes  an  interest  in  politics  without  developing  into  a  poli- 
tician, and  leans  to  the  Democratic  side.  He  is  unmarried,  and  lives  with 
his  mother  in  Allegheny  City. 

(225) 


From  the  handsome  hotel  where  this  gen- 
tleman sits 
In  the  pride  of  proprietorship, 
He  looks  back  to  the  days  when  he  used 
to  give  fits 
To  the  people  who  came 
His  attention  to  claim 
And  with  foot-gear  themselves  to  equip. 

World-famed  were  the  pedal  adornments 
he  sold, 
And  with  him  it  was  bootless  to  vie  ; 
Though  of  shpper-y  customers  oft  he  got 
hold 
Who'd  dishonor  a  bill, 
Yet  no  whiteness  of  Gill 
Or  confusion  in  him  you'd  descry. 

A  magnificent  fortune  of  course  he  amassed, 
And  from  mercantile  channels  retired  ; 
Then  his  eye  on  a  gilt-edged  investment 
he  cast ; 
'Twas  a  Wood  street  hotel 
With  a  patronage  swell — 
And  the  same  he  directly  acquired. 

The  previous  owners  from  ages  remote 
Had  been  Democrats  straight  through 
and  through, 

(2 


But  the  newcomer  gloried  in  casting  his  vote 
And  in  doing  his  best 
With  unusual  zest 
Right  along  for  Republicans  true. 

Still  political  feeling  can  never  affect 

His  engaging  and  pleasant  address. 
The  courtesy  polished  that  trav'lers  expect 
He  exhibits  in  ways 
That  win  nothing  but  praise  ; 
As  a  host  he's  a  real  success. 

"All  the  comforts  of  home,"  he  will  tell 
you,  are  found 
In  his  house,  and  its  glories  to  paint 
He  is  able  in  periods  flowing  and  round, 
Which  we  needn't  recite. 
Though  record  it  we  might 
That  the  hostelry's  named  for  a  saint. 

Do  you  marvel  that  when  he  goes  over 
his  rooms 
(They're   a   hundred   in   number,    'tis 
said,) 
That  an  aspect  of  pleasure  supreme  he 
assumes, 
And  stoutly  contends 
That  his  mansion  transcends 
Ev'ry  rival  and  stands  at  the  head? 
26) 


CHARLES  S.  GILL. 


'T^O  the  traveling  public  the  name  of  Charles  S.  Gill  is  suggestive  of  that 
-*-  combination  of  hospitality  and  tact  which  is  essential  in  the  ideal  land- 
lord of  an  ideal  modern  hotel.  To  a  very  large  circle  of  Pittsburgers  it 
suggests  a  personality  long  and  favorably  associated  with  local  progress  and 
naturally  an  object  of  esteem.  Mr.  Gill  is  the  proprietor  of  the  St.  Charles 
Hotel,  at  Third  avenue  and  Wood  street.  He  was  born  in  Allegheny  City, 
of  Scotch  parents,  in  1838.  His  mother  is  still  living,  having  attained  the 
ripe  age  of  87  years.  She  is  a  pleasant,  lovable  lady,  well  versed  in  Burns 
and  other  poets. 

Mr.  Gill  was  educated  in  the  public  schools.  At  the  age  of  14,  he  en- 
gaged in  mercantile  pursuits  with  his  father  on  Wood  street.  In  1872,  their 
place  of  business  was  removed  to  Liberty  street,  but  they  returned  to  Wood 
street  later  on. 

In  1888,  Mr.  Gill  became  proprietor  of  the  St.  Charles  Hotel,  an  estab- 
lishment of  high  reputation.  The  house  contains  over  100  rooms,  is  con- 
ducted on  the  American  plan,  and  contains  all  modern  conveniences,  includ- 
ing natural  gas  and  incandescent  lights  throughout.  Mr.  Gill  believes  in 
the  efficacy  of  home  comforts  as  distinguished  from  the  bare  and  inhospit- 
able accommodations  which  foreign  visitors  are  wont  to  describe  as  the 
curse  of  hotels  in  the  United  States.  He  aims  at  making  his  patrons  enjoy 
their  visits,  and  the  fact  that  his  establishment  is  always  full  is  the  best 
possible  demonstration  that  his  policy  is  the  right  one. 

Mr.  Gill  was  married  in  1868.     In  politics  he  is  a  consistent  adherent 

of  the  Republican  party,  and  he  is  the  first  of  that  political  creed  that  has 

ever  controlled  the  St.  Charles. 

(227) 


From  the  features  of  this  person  you  will 
readily  observe 

That  he's  blest  with  lots  of  shrewdness  and 
a  large  amount  of  nerve. 

You  might  think  him  a  detective,  or  a 
lightning  auctioneer, 

But  he  does  a  quiet  business  as  a  finan- 
cier. 

There's  a  ticker  in  his  office  which  won't 

tell  you  what's  o'clock, 
For  it's  not  the  kind  of  ticker  that  a  fellow 

puts  in  hoc. 
It  keeps  grinding  out  the  figures  which 

are  needed  to  make  clear 
The  proper  lay  to  work  on  as  a  financier. 

When  he's  sized  the  figures  up,  our  hero 

gaily  sallies  forth, 
And  proceeds  to  shake  the  market  up  for 

all  that  he  is  worth  ; 

(^  22 


'Mid  the  bulls  and  bears  he  operates,  and 

helps  the  lambs  to  shear, 
For  shearing  is  the  business  of  a  financier. 

If  you  want  to  buy  on  margins,  he  is  sure 

to  treat  you  right ; 
As  long  as  you've  the  cash,  he'll  buy  you 

everything  in  sight. 
And  when  your  pile's  exhausted,  he  will 

drop  a  briny  tear. 
And  remark  that  you're  not  built  to  be  a 

financier. 

By  dint  of  operating  thus,  his  bank  ac- 
count he's  swelled ; 

His  bulling  and  his  bearing  never  yet  have 
been  excelled ; 

And  so  the  little  fish  on  'Change  this  lucky 
chap  revere, 

For  they  know  he's  made  the  riiifle  as  a 
financier. 

) 


GEORGE  B.  HILL 


TWENTY-FIVE  years  of  tireless  industry,  together  with  a  remarkable 
genius  for  financiering,  have  placed  George  B.  Hill  at  the  head  of  the 
fraternity  of  stock  brokers  in  Pittsburg.  Mr.  Hill's  history  is  that  of  a  self- 
made  man,  who  sought  and  found  his  own  opportunities,  and  is  able  now,  at 
the  summit  of  his  prosperity,  to  make  the  pardonable  boast  that  he  has  to 
"thank  no  man  for  a  dollar."  Mr.  Hill's  first  business  venture  is  a  signifi- 
cant index  to  the  whole  character  of  the  man.  When  a  mere  boy  he  took 
advantage  of  a  school  vacation  to  open  a  store,  in  partnership  with  a  young 
companion.  The  assets  did  not  exceed  $iOO,  and  for  their  capital  the  boys 
were  indebted  to  a  good-natured  merchant.  The  partner  managed  the 
store,  while  George  went  abroad  and  drummed  up  business.  On  the  third 
day  the  partner  decamped  with  the  assets.  George  reported  the  calamity 
to  the  merchant,  and  undertook  to  devise  means  of  paying  off  the  indebted- 
ness. The  merchant  owned  some  property  which  had  long  been  unmarket- 
able. Young  Hill  went  among  the  capitalists,  found  a  purchaser,  and  his 
commission  on  the  deal  more  than  paid  the  indebtedness  of  the  defunct  firm. 

In  1865  Mr.  Hill  came  to  Pittsburg,  and  in  1867  commenced  business 
as  a  broker  and  dealer  in  stocks.  Since  then  he  has  figured  in  some  of  the 
greatest  stock  deals  on  record  in  the  State.  Perhaps  the  most  extensive  of 
these  was  the  famous  gas  stock  deal,  out  of  which  grew  the  Philadelphia 
Gas  Company. 

In  July,  1 88 1,  Mr.  W.  I.  Mustin  was  admitted  to  partnership,  and  three 
years  later  Mr.  John  D.  Nicholson  was  also  taken  into  the  firm,  which  has 
since  been  known  under  the  title  of  George  B.  Hill  &  Co. 

Mr.  Hill's  individual  interests  are  large  and  varied.  He  is  a  director 
of  all  these  companies :  The  Pittsburg,  Allegheny  &  Manchester  R.  R.  Co., 
the  Pittsburg  &  Manchester  Traction  Co.,  the  Second  National  Bank  of  Alle- 
gheny, and  the  Standard  Underground  Cable  Co.,  and  he  is  President  of  the 
Allegheny  Traction  Co.     The  offices  of  his  firm  are  at  No.    iii    Fourth 

Avenue. 

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Is  he  French  ?  Is  he  Dutch  ?  Is  he  a  Rus- 
sian or  a  Swede? 
Is  he  Spanish,  Swiss  or  PoUsh,  or  of  Anglo- 
Saxon  breed? 
Not  a  bit ;  just  see  his  face, 
And  you'll  quickly  tell  his  race  ; 
To  find  out  that  he's  an  Irishman  a  glance 
is  all  you  need. 


Many  a  year  he  worked  in  Pittsburg  mak- 
ing safes  and  bolts  and  locks, 
Which  would  stand  the  heat  of  Hades  and 
the  worst  of  earthly  shocks  ; 
And  such  headway  has  he  made 
That  he  now  controls  the  trade. 
And  whoever  would  compete  with  him  to 
smithereens  he  knocks. 


There's  pugnacity  and  jollity,  good-heart- 

edness  and  grit. 
All  together  ih  his  features  by  the  hand  of 
nature  writ, 
It  would  take  a  stupid  crank 
To  mistake  him  for  a  Yank, 
For  a  brogue  that's  rich  and  mellow-toned 
sets  off  his  Irish  wit. 


You  can  see  his  products  picturesque  in 

offices  and  stores. 
Or  sized  up  by  the  populace  as  they're 
hauled  to  upper  floors. 
Far  and  near  they're  in  request, 
North  and  south  and  east  and  west, 
And  they  carry  the  maker's  name  in  great 
big  letters  on  the  doors. 


There  was  little  to  be  gotten  in  the  verdant 

land  of  Pat, 
So  he  traveled  to  the  land  where  all  are 
rich  and  sleek  and  fat. 
When  he  bid  his  friends  good-bye, 
"Don't  forget,"  he  said,  "that  I 
Will  come  back  when  I'm  a  miUionaire  " 
(the  Irish  all  say  that). 


Will  he  e'er  go  back  to  Ireland  to  remain 

and  spend  his  pile  ? 
Only  ask  him  till  you  see  him  crack  a 
monumental  smile. 
He'll  admit  that  it  would  be  a 
Most  nonsensical  idea 
To  return  and  live  his  Hfe  out  in  that  one- 
horse  little  isle. 


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THOMAS   BARNES. 


TTTHEREVER  the  famous  Barnes  Safe  is  used — and  that  means  every- 
'  '  where  throughout  the  United  States  and  in  many  foreign  countries — 
the  name  of  Thomas  Barnes  is  known  and  respected.  Mr.  Barnes  was  born 
at  DubHn,  Ireland,  in  December,  1817,  and  was  educated  in  his  native  city. 
He  emigrated  to  the  United  "States  in  June,  1836,  and  in  the  same  year  set- 
tled in  Pittsburg,  securing  employment  in  the  first  safe  shop  established  here. 

There  he  learned  the  rudiments  of  safe-making  and  laid  the  foundations 
of  the  prosperity  which  came  to  him  in  later  years.  The  young  Irishman 
was  too  enterprising  to  be  kept  long  in  the  capacity  of  a  subordinate.  See- 
ing a  field  of  wider  scope  before  him,  he  entered  the  safe  business  on  his 
own  account  as  a  member  of  the  firm  of  Burke  &  Barnes.  This  concern  was 
a  success  from  the  start. 

In  1872,  Mr.  Burke  withdrew  from  the  firm,  and  Mr.  Barnes  assumed 
sole  control.  He  at  once  began  the  enlargement  of  the  works,  and  by  judi- 
cious management  the  business  was  extended  to  mammoth  proportions, 
until  now  it  is  the  largest  of  its  kind  in  the  State. 

Mr.  Barnes  has  been  a  lifelong  Democrat.  He  served  three  years  in 
Common  Council  from  the  Third  ward,  but,  aside  from  that  experience,  he 
has  never  surrendered  much  of  his  time  to  the  pursuit  of  politics  and  its 
rewards.  He  is  a  plain,  unassuming  gentleman,  noted  for  the  integrity  of 
his  character  and  his  insistence  upon  strict  business  principles. 

(231) 


Base  amateur,  scoot,  with  your  measly  kodak 
At    the    art    photographic    don't    dare    take    a 

whack 
While  the  chap  in  the  picture's  around; 
For   'tis  he    has    the    knack,  there    is    nary   a 

doubt, 
On   demand  ev'ry  kind  of  good  looks  to  grind 

out; 
There  is  no  room  for  tyros  when  he  is  about — 
Their  efforts  he's  sure  to  confound. 

Size  him  up  as  he  stands  with  Delsartean  grace, 
A  majestic  expression  appears  on  his  face. 

Which  seems  very  plainly  to  say : 
"I'm  boss  of  my  trade  and  my  rivals  defy; 
Your  tin -types  and  such  like  are  all  in  my  eye; 
I  alone  can  take  hold  of  a  regular  guy 

And  make  him  look  fairer  than  day." 

With  an  eye  for  effect  that  is  cunning  and  keen, 
His  victim  he  plants  at  a  posing  machine, 

With  a  landscape  built  round  him  to  suit. 
"  Now,   steady,"    he    says,   "  crack    a    heavenly 

smile; 
Don't   stir  for  your  life,  or  the   plate   you   will 

spoil," 
Then  he  slings  round  a  little  brass  cap  for  awhile 
And,  eureka ! — the  picture's  a  "  beaut." 

(23 


When  he  touches  'er  up,  then  the  fine  work  comes 

in; 
The  long  and  the  short  folks,  the  fat  and  the  thin, 

The  pug-nosed,  and  people  who  squint. 
Must  be  done  up  in  style  with  a  delicate  brush. 
Till  Adonis  and  Venus  are  put  to  the  blush 
And  the  subjects  are  sure  o'er  the  likeness  to  gush 

And  pay  for  the  same  without  stint. 

His  devotion  to  art  has  repaid  itself  well. 
So  that  now  he  is  socially  known  as  a  swell, 

A  high-flyer  at  fashion,  in  fact. 
And  they  say  that  his  profits  in  oil  have  been 

steep, 
Which  enables  him  thoroughbred  horses  to  keep. 
And  go  fishing  for  tarpon  in  Gulf  waters  deep. 

Where  Quay  does  the  fisherman  act. 

There  are  others  who  try  to  keep  level  with  him, 
But  they  never  can  make  it — they're  not  in  the 

swim, 
The  cream  of  the  business  he  nabs; 
And  though    envious  tongues   at  his  handiwork 

strike, 
He  lets  them  abuse  him  as  much  as  they  like. 
For  he's  top  o'  the  heap,  and  he  feels  that  he's 

Mike, 
And  despises  their  mean  little  dabs. 

2) 


B.  L.  H.  DABBS. 


BL.  H.  DABBS,  the  leading  photographer  in  Pennsylvania,  was  born  in 
.  London  in  1839.  While  he  was  still  a  child,  his  parents  came  to  this 
country.  His  father,  George  Dabbs,  was  one  of  the  pioneers  of  the  photo- 
graphic supply  trade  in  America,  being  first  a  member  of  the  firm  of  L. 
Chapman  &  Co.,  of  New  York,  and,  subsequent  to  1856,  senior  partner  in 
the  firm  of  George  Dabbs  &  Co.,  of  Philadelphia.  Thus  the  young  B.  L. 
H.  Dabbs  early  became  conversant  with  the  details  of  the  business  in  which 
he  has  since  taken  such  a  high  place. 

Mr.  Dabbs  came  to  Pittsburg  in  1861,  and  opened  a  store  for  the  sale 
of  ambrotype  and  photographic  supplies.  In  the  same  year  he  purchased 
the  gallery  of  a  Mr.  Rorah,  Nos.  90  and  92  Federal  street,  Allegheny,  and 
entered  the  field  of  artistic  photography.  His  work  was  a  revelation  to  the 
people  of  Pittsburg  and  vicinity,  and  commanded  prompt  appreciation. 

In  1864,  Mr.  Dabbs  removed  to  Pittsburg,  and  established  the  largest 
photograph  gallery  in  the  State  at  46  and  48  Sixth  street.  So  rapidly  did 
the  demand  for  his  photographs  increase  that,  in  1869,  he  sold  out  his  busi- 
ness as  a  dealer  in  photographic  materials.  Since  then  he  has  devoted  all 
his  time  and  talents  to  the  taking  of  portraits  and  the  development  of  the 
photographic  art. 

In  1876,  he  removed  to  his  present  quarters  at  602  Liberty  street- 
There  he  has  gathered  around  him  a  corps  of  operators  and  auxiliary  art- 
ists not  excelled  in  the  country.  Mr.  Dabbs  is  thus  enabled  to  turn  out 
pictures  unrivalled  in  the  two  cities  for  their  striking,  truthful  and  singularly 
artistic  character.  He  has  the  rare  gift  of  discerning  the  most  natural  ex- 
pression of  his  subjects,  and  his  manner  inspires  confidence. 

Mr.  Dabbs  is  quick  to  adopt  the  latest  inventions,  and  experimental 
study  has  always  had  his  closest  attention.  He  stands  among  photog- 
raphers, as  with  the  public,  in  excellent  repute ;  his  energy  is  unabating, 
and  clientage  is  his  constantly  increasing. 

He  resides  with  his  family  in  a  handsome  mansion  on  Hiland  avenue, 
East  End,  where  he  has  one  of  the  finest  art  libraries  in  the  city. 

(233) 


W.  C.  CONNELLY. 


See  the  Colonel  on  his  charger,  just  a 
thirsting  for  the  fray, 

You  can  tell  from  his  habiliments  that 
fighting  is  his  lay, 

With  his  flashing  sword  and  buttons  bright, 
deny  it  if  you  can, 

If  ever  there  was  a  soldier  slick,  the  Colo- 
nel is  the  man. 


In  private  life  the  Colonel  drives  a  journ- 
alistic quill ; 

He's  worked  the  racket  for  many  a  year 
and  means  to  work  it  still. 

He  sends  the  news  all  over  the  globe  from 
Oshkosh  to  Japan, 

And  if  ever  a  scribbler  struck  it  rich,  the 
Colonel  is  the  man. 


Determination  lurks  in  those  mustaches 

fiercely  curled  ; 
The  cut  of  his  beard  and  whiskers  bids 

defiance  to  the  world. 
When   Providence  of  humanity  blocked 

out  the  final  plan 
She  topped  off"  with  a  soldier,  and  the 

Colonel  is  the  man. 


If  the  Colonel's  asked  the  question,  can 

he  decently  aff'ord 
To  recognize  the  graphic  pen  as  mightier 

than  the  sword? 
He  answers,  "  Both  are  weapons  that  place 

a  hero  in  the  van." 
And  of  course,  if  ever  a  hero  lived,  the 

Colonel  is  the  man. 


The  Colonel's  on  the  Governor's  staff,  and 
that's  the  reason  why 

He  never  has  had  a  chance  to  fight,  though 
blood  is  in  his  eye. 

But  if  the  God  of  battles  e'er  the  uni- 
verse should  scan 

For  a  chap  to  take  Napoleon's  place,  the 
Colonel  is  the  man. 


When  Pattison's  term  runs  out,  alas  !  the 

Colonel  will  collapse. 
With  other  eminent  Democrats,  that  hold 

official  snaps  ; 
But  if  ever  a  Democrat  proved  his  claim, 

since  history  began. 
To  posterity's  kind   remembrance,  then 

the  Colonel  is  the  man. 


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CONTROLLER  JAMES  BROWN. 


Perhaps  you'll  think  this  chap's  a  jay 
Because  his  attire  is  "  neglige  ;  " 
If  so,  and  you  feel  inclined  to  scoff, 
From  the  truth  you'll  be  a  long  way  off; 
For,  though  he  don't  hustle  or  raise  much 

fuss, 
He  can  turn  a  trick  with  the  best  of  us. 
And    he's    studied    the    art    from    baby- 
hood 
Of  saying  little  and  sawing  wood. 

The  groundwork  in  this  line  he  laid 

In  early  life  at  the  carpenter  trade  ; 

"A  higher  plane  I'll  seek,"  thought  he; 

"  But  filed  away  I'll  never  be." 

Vice  charmed  him  not  the  smallest  bit. 

And  his  chiseled  face  was  always  lit 

With  a  smile,  for  he  augured  nothing  but 

good 
From  saying  little  and  sawing  wood. 

In  Allegheny,  his  dwelling-place, 
His  circle  of  friends  increased  apace. 
And,  urged  by  them,  he  set  his  cap 
For  a  modest  httle  political  snap — 

(2 


Assessor's  clerk  was  about  his  size 
As  a  starting-point  from  which  to  rise, 
And  he  got  there  because  of  the  likelihood 
Of  his  saying  little  and  sawing  wood. 

As  a  politician  he  forged  ahead 

"Try  for  Controller,"  some  one  said. 

Out  he  came  as  a  candidate. 

And  captured  a  place  on  the  winning  slate. 

Though   twenty   years    since    then    have 

passed, 
To  the  self-same  job  he  still  sticks  fast. 
And  he  holds  his  own,  as  few  people  could, 
By  saying  little  and  sawing  wood. 

Morals  in  verse  don't  amount  to  much, 
But  we'll  sling  one  in  for  a  finishing  touch  : 
The  man  who  raises  the  biggest  hurrah 
Is  only  too  often  a  man  of  straw ; 
While  quiet  ducks,  like  our  North  Side 

friend. 
Are  apt  to  come  out  on  top  in  the  end ; 
For  there's  nothing  that  wins  fame,  friends 

and  "  bood  " 
Like  saying  little  and  sawing  wood. 

35) 


Here's  a  canny  son  of  Scotland,  who  for- 
sook the  Land  o'  Cakes, 

And  came  hither  with  an  empty  purse  to 
play  for  heavy  stakes  ; 

A  fortune  he  could  shovel  up,  by  some  one 
he  was  told, 

Since  the  streets  were  strewn  with  jewels 
and  the  sidewalks  heaped  with  gold. 


Later  on  he  went  to  Councils,  and  ar- 
ranged with  Chris  Magee 

In  twenty  thousand  years  or  so  to  make 
the  bridges  free  ; 

Says  Chris  :  "  Old  man,  you're  welcome 
bridge  arrangements  to  control;" 

Whereupon  he  winked  at  Andy — aye,  and, 
Andy  smiled  a  smole. 


Now  this  fortune-making  process  some- 
how didn't  come  to  pass. 

So  our  hero  came  to  Pittsburg,  where  he 
worked  at  blowing  glass  ; 

And  he  blew  with  such  dexterity  that 
'twasn't  very  long 

Till  he  found  himself  distinguished  and 
politically  strong. 


Now  the  South  Side  bridges  are  not  free, 
but  Andy's  quick  to  claim 

That  the  cash  to  free  them  vanishes,  and 
that  he  is  not  to  blame  ; 

And  you'll  notice  that  in  stating  thus  the 
merits  of  the  case 

An  entrancing  look  of  innocence  illumi- 
nates his  face. 


When  the  horny-handed  sons  of  toil  per- 
ceived his  happy  knack 

Of  speechifying  publicly  they  clapped  him 
on  the  back, 

Saying,  "Andy,  boy,  you're  just  the  lad  to 
plead  the  workers'  cause  ;" 

Then  they  sent  him  down  to  Harrisburg 
to  work  at  making  laws. 


Andy's  now  a  full-fledged  barrister — un- 
usually flip ; 

He  would  dearly  love  to  get  the  county 
prosecutorship ; 

But  if  he's  going  to  manage  it  we  really 
can't  see  how. 

Though  both  Chris  and  William  seem  to 
think  he's  strictly  in  it  now. 


(^3^) 


A.  C.  ROBERTSON. 


THE  "canny  Scot,"  who  combines  shrewd  caution  with  close-fistedness,  is 
not  exactly  typified  in  "Andy"  Robertson,  who,  though  a  Scotchman 
born,  has  all  the  free-handed,  easy-going  tendencies  of  Cousin  Pat,  of  the 
Emerald  Isle. 

Mr.  Robertson  was  born  in  the  city  of  Glasgow,  May  4,  1850.  He  was 
left  an  orphan  at  the  age  of  seven  years,  and  spent  one  year  in  an  orphan 
asylum.  Young  "Andy's  "  independence  was  not  to  be  cramped,  however, 
and  he  took  French  leave  of  the  asylum,  returning  to  the  friends  among 
whom  he  had  spent  his  infancy.  He  secured  employment  as  water  boy  in 
a  glass  house,  and  thus,  at  eight  years  of  age,  earned  his  own  living. 

The  youth's  educational  advantages  were  small,  his  only  schooling 
being  what  he  had  obtained  in  the  orphanage.  In  1863  he  was  bound  as  an 
apprentice  to  learn  the  glass  trade.  Two  years  later  he  deserted  his  em- 
ployers and  came  to  the  United  States.  When  he  landed  in  New  York  he 
had  just  ten  cents  in  his  pocket.  A  friend  took  him  to  Philadelphia,  and  he 
worked  at  the  glass  trade  in  that  city  and  also  in  New  Hampshire  and 
Massachusetts.  After  one  year's  sojourn  in  this  country,  he  returned  to 
Scotland  on  a  visit,  and  remained  there  five  months. 

In  1867  Mr.  Robertson  came  to  Pittsburg  and  secured  work  here  at  his 
trade  as  a  bottle-blower.  This  calling  he  pursued  for  sixteen  years,  work- 
ing at  it  in  almost  every  State  where  glass-houses  are  located. 

Meanwhile  he  managed  to  educate  himself,  and  his  gift  of  oratory, 
coupled  with  other  talents,  made  him  prominent  among  the  labor  element, 
and  finally  brought  him  to  the  front  as  a  politician  on  the  Republican  side. 
In  1882  he  was  elected  to  the  Legislature,  in  which  body  he  served  contin- 
uously until  1888.  In  that  year  he  resigned,  to  run  for  the  unexpired  term 
of  the  Select  Councilman  from  the  Thirty-fifth  ward.  He  was  re-elected 
twice  afterwards,  and  is  now  serving  his  third  term.  He  has  been  a  delegate 
to  all  the  Republican  State  Conventions  in  the  past  five  years,  and  in  the 
convention  of  '92  he  made  the  speech  nominating  the  present  State  Treasurer. 

Mr.  Robertson  commenced  the  study  of  law  in  1887,  and  was  admitted 
to  the  bar  in  June,  1890.  He  has  a  good  practice,  which  keeps  constantly 
growing,  and  he  has  been  engaged  in  the  trial  of  all  kinds  of  cases,  from 
murder  down. 

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The  General  Agent  to-day  we  describe 
And  an  excellent  sample  he  is  of  the  tribe 
Whom  the  railroads  incessantly  keep  on 

the  go 
To  give  business  a  boom  and  keep  traffic 

in  tow. 


And  deprived  of  some  privilege  granted 
the  rest. 


With  so  much  to  engross  him,  you'd  think 

without  doubt 
That  his   intellect  early  would   have   to 
play  out, 
He  is  not  an  underling — that  you  may      That  the  Erie  and  Western  certainly  must 
guess  Fill  his  place  pretty  soon  or  be  likely  to 

From  the  dignity  great  that  his  features  "  bust." 

express, 
But  officially  stands  at  the  top  of  the  tree      Now  the  fact  of  the  matter  is  this  :    He's 
And  to  multifold  interests  carries  the  key.  the  kind 

Of  a  hustler  that   thrives  on  a  terrible 


Complaints  he  considers  and  rates  he  ad- 
justs 

For  firms,  individuals,  syndics  and  trusts  ; 

Other  agents  he  meets  and  profoundly 
pow-wows, 

It  is  thus  they  stave  off  periodical  rows. 

To  Andrew  Carnegie  he'll  mention  a  price 
For  shipping  steel  rails,  or  he'll  tender 
advice 


grind, 

And  when  work's  mounting  up  in  a  des- 
perate way 

He  just  beams  through  his  glasses  and 
marks  it  O.  K. 

Withal  he's  a  sociable,  affable  soul 

Who  won't  measure  a  man  by  the  size  of 

his  roll  j 
And  whatever  of  corporate  sins  we  may  say. 


To  the  humblest  beginner  who  thinks  he's      Not  a  symptom  of  guilt  does  the  Agent 
oppressed  display. 


SAMUEL  P.  WOODSIDE. 


A  N  excellent  specimen  of  the  vigorous,  pushing  railroad  man  is  S.  P. 
-^^  Woodside,  General  Agent  of  the  New  York,  Lake  Erie  &  Western 
R.  R.  Mr.  Woodside, is  the  son  of  Hugh  Woodside,  of  Allegheny,  and  was 
born  and  reared  in  that  city.  He  attended  the  public  schools  and  finished 
his  education  at  Newell's  Institute,  Pittsburg.  His  start  in  life  was  obtained 
as  a  clerk  with  the  Pennsylvania  Company  under  C.  L.  Cole.  In  this  em- 
ployment he  remained  from  1877  to  1880,  and  then  became  a  clerk  with 
the  New  York,  Lake  Erie  &  Western  Company,  under  Sam  P.  Shane,  at 
that  time  General  Agent  for  the  Company. 

In  the  early  part  of  1884,  the  Pittsburg  &  Western  Railroad  enlisted  Mr. 
Woodside's  services  in  a  clerical  capacity,  and  he  did  duty  under  F.  A. 
Dean  until  June  ist  of  that  year,  when  he  was  appointed  agent  for  the 
Globe  Fast  Freight  Line.  That  position  he  held  until  February,  1885.  He 
then  entered  the  Globe  Line's  general  office  at  Buffalo,  where  he  spent  three 
months  paving  the  way  for  fresh  advancement. 

From  Buffalo,  Mr.  Woodside  returned  to  Pittsburg,  having  been  appointed 
contracting  agent  for  the  New  York,  Lake  Erie  &  Western  road  under  Mr. 
Shane.  In  1886,  he  served  the  B.  &  O.  Railroad  in  the  same  capacity  under 
C.  S.  Wright,  and  continued  with  that  road  until  the  latter  part  of  July,  1 887, 
when  he  returned  to  the  New  York,  Lake  Erie  &  Western,  this  time  as  gen- 
eral agent,  succeeding  Mr.  Shane,  who  had  been  appointed  general  freight 
agent  for  the  same  line.  Mr.  Woodside  still  holds  this  position,  and  dis- 
charges its  responsibilities  with  capability  above  the  average.  Railroad 
men  regard  him  as  one  of  the  brightest  and  most  useful  men  in  the  business. 
His  courteous  and  obliging  disposition  renders  him  a  universal  favorite,  and 
visibly  enhances  his  usefulness  to  the  Company. 

(239) 


PROF.  B.  C.  JILLSON. 


See   the  dignified  geologist,  his  hammer  in  his  And  expatiates  on  animals  that  elephants  would 
hand,  dwarf, 

After   stony  curiosities   he   dodges   through   the  Loafing  down  around  the  river  bank  and  sleep- 
land;  ing  on  the  wharf. 

Real  English  are  his  whiskers,  and  the  wind  that 

whistles  through  Then  he  strikes  the  glacial  period  and  reels  off 


Their  luxuriance  extensive  has  as  much  as  it  can 
do. 


stories  queer, 


Of  the  neighborhood's  being  frozen  through  and 
through  for  many  a  year. 
You  can  guess  it  from  his  countenance  that  teach-       And  if  any  one  should  doubt  him,  he  demolishes 

ing  is  his  trade,  them  quite, 

He      looks      so      dictatorial,     methodical      and       By  producing  labeled  cobble-stones  to  prove  that 

staid;  he  is  right. 

In  his  eye  there  lurks  the  evidence  of  thoughtful- 

ness  profound.  Of  our  local  people's  college  he  was  formerly  the 

And  he  loves  the  young  idea  with  his  learning  to  boss 

confound.  But  he  left  to  take  the  West  by  storm,  and  many 

mourned  his  loss; 
First  he  bangs  them  with  the  records  of  the  meta-       Yet  the  West  would  not  be  stormed,  and  like  the 

morphic  age,  needle  to  the  pole. 

When    there   weren't    any    animals    upon    this       To  the  college  he  came  back,  though  in. a  second- 
earthly  stage,  ary  role. 
Then  he   springs  the  early  fossils,  and  goes  on 

with  purpose  fell  If  you  want  to  get  a  glimpse  of  him,  meander  up 

Of  the  strata  that  come  later  fishy  narratives  to  the  hill, 

tell.  On  the  top  of  which  he  labors  useful  knowledge 

to  instill. 
On  the  era  carboniferous  he  dwells  with  ghoulish       And  amid  the  "  A's  "  and  "  B's  "  and  "  C's  "  and 

glee,  "  D's,"  as  they  are  called, 

Making   cracks    about   the   woods   that    in    this       You  will   find  this  festive  scientist  triumphantly 

region  used  to  be,  installed. 

(240) 


PROF.  J.  P-   McCOLLUM. 


Shade  of  Mozart,  though  it  goes  hard 

To  recall  you  from  the  tomb, 
You  may  trust  us,  'tis  but  justice 

Leads  us  thusly  to  presume. 
Since  we  sing  of  one  who's  king  of 

Mozart  clubmen,  and  whose  track 
Nicely  gees  with  and  agrees  with 

Yours — we  mean  Director  Mac. 


Periodic  feats  melodic 

In  the  elder  City  hall ; 
To  the  classes  and  the  masses 

He  suppHes  and  suits  'em  all. 
Mozart's  measures,  priceless  treasures, 

Valiantly  his  aids  attack. 
All  are  captured,  quite  enraptured, 

Bv  this  same  Director  Mac. 


He  is  pensive,  inoffensive. 

Massive-browed  and  dreamy-eyed. 
Moods  harmonic  are  the  chronic 

State  in  which  his  thoughts  abide. 
Strains  entrancing  keep  a-dancing 

Through  his  brain,  nor  does  he  lack 
Power  to  bring  'em  forth  and  sing  'em ; 

Strong-lunged  is  Director  Mac. 


Mac  no  longer  as  in  younger 

Days  elusive  wealth  must  chase. 
When  perspiring,  he  was  firing 

Type  in  at  a  printer's  case. 
Nor  when  braving  fate  and  craving 

Fame  he  struck  another  tack, 
With  surprising  vocaHzing, 

Bent  on  being  "Director"  Mac. 


When  before  his  eye  the  score  is. 

And  the  baton  in  his  hand  ; 
Then  he'll  tower  high  in  power, 

Greatest  monarch  in  the  land. 
Softly,  loudly,  gently,  proudly, 

Drawing  with  artistic  knack 
From  the  chorus  chants  sonorous, 

Glorious  is  Director  Mac. 


Now  he  collars  shining  dollars 

With  surpassing  grace  and  ease  ; 
Upper-tendom  to  commend  him 

Hastens  and  planks  down  the  fees. 
Singers  pet  him  and  beset  him 

With  demands  their  claims  to  back, 
Wholly  blissful  and  successful 

Is  this  same  Director  Mac. 
(241  ) 


PROF.    H.    W.    FISHER. 


Tell  us  not  of  Pestalozzi, 

Widely  known  to  fame  because  he 

Ran  a  schcol-room  in  a  quasi 

Philosophic  way. 
Give  us,  please,  a  rest  on  Froebel, 
Lauded  as  the  first  man  able 
Kindergart'ning  on  a  stable 

Basis  to  essay. 

These  back  numbers  are  exploded  j 
Why  with  them  be  overloaded 
And  well-nigh  to  madness  goaded 

By  their  tiresome  names, 
When  the  latter-day  professor, 
Though  a  luminary  lesser, 
Is  of  genius  the  possessor. 

And  distinction  claims? 

He  of  whom  we  show  the  features 
Typifies  our  modern  teachers, 
None  of  your  fandango-preachers, 

Full  of  puff  and  blow ; 
But  an  earnest,  zealous  plodder, 
Always  hunting  mental  fodder, 
No  one  in  his  line  a  broader 

Intellect  can  show. 

Openly  our  man  confesses 
That  in  Bedford's  wild  recesses 
(Nature  there  full  sway  possesses) 

Youthful  days  he  spent; 
There  he  was  in  the  ascendant, 
Served  as  county  superintendent. 
Carried  off  a  name  resplendent 

When  away  he  went. 


(242) 


Lawrenceville  with  unaffected 
Joy  received  one  so  respected; 
Principal  he  was  elected 

Of  a  thriving  school; 
Three  schools  now  he  has,  and  collars 
Every  year  two  thousand  dollars. 
Being  over  hosts  of  scholars 

Authorized  to  rule. 

Should  his  young  dependents  fidget, 
He  commands  attention  rigid 
By  a  motion  of  his  digit — 

How  is  that  for  skill? 
And  he  gets  up  High  School  classes, 
Which  in  number  none  surpasses. 
Brainy  little  lads  and  lasses 

Learning  with  a  will. 

On  the  platform  he  delivers 
Eloquence  that  flows  in  rivers, 
Foolish  arguments  he  shivers, 

Knocks  'em  all  to  smash; 
Nor  does  he  in  manner  tedious 
Borrow  from  encyclopedias 
Big  words  used  by  chumps  egregious — 

Psychologic  trash. 

Having  thus  with  unrestricted 
Ease  and  grace  his  points  depicted, 
Need  we  say  why  we've  inflicted 

Him  upon  your  gaze? 
'Tis  because  what's  here  recorded 
Should  with  favor  be  rewarded. 
Not  because  our  man's  a  sordid 

Fisher  after  praise. 


HENRY  PHIPPS,  JR. 

The  bland-looking,  prosperous,  dignified  Thus  he's  put  up  a  plant-house,   which 
gent,  cost  like  the  deuce, 

Whose  visage  and  figure  above  we  pre-  And  gave  it  away  for  the  popular  use  ; 

sent.  And  again  on  the  people  he  got  in  his 

Possesses  the  pow'r,  like  King  Midas  of  hooks 

old,  By  planking  down  boodle  to  keep  them  in 

Of  turning  whatever  he  touches  to  gold.  books. 

Since   the   star-spangled    Scotchman   his  He's    deserving   of  warm   resolutions   of 

banner  unfurled  thanks 

As  the  boss  that  controls  the  industrial  For  setting  his  foot  down  on    humbugs 

world,  and  cranks. 

Second    fiddle    to   Andy    our    hero    has  Recreation    on     Sunday    he     thinks     is 

played,  O.  K., 

And  an  elegant   second    he's   known   to  And  he  won't  be  roped  in  on  the  Puritan 

have  made.  lay. 


Like  his  leader,  he's  piled  up  more  wealth  So  you  see,  gentle  reader,  when  all's  said 

than  enough,  and  done. 

Though,  like  Andy  again,  he's  quite  free  He's  a  modern  Midas  in  more  ways  than 

with  his  stuff,  one, 

And  don't  scruple  to  lavish  on  other  folks'  For,  besides  piling  up  precious  metals  at 

weal  will, 

The   profits  he   grinds   out   of  iron  and  He  wins   golden    opinions  with    magical 

steel.  skill. 

(  243  ) 


<^fe**- 


'Tis  a  bold  Johnny  Bull  that  this  lyric  is      He  waded  right  in  and  directors  selected, 


writ  on, 
Who  served  in  the  Red-coats  and  fought 
for  Queen  Vic, 
But  his  pay  it  was  small,  so  he  skipped 
from  Great  Britain 
And  came  to  the  land  where  the  shekels 
are  thick. 
He  was  sanguine  at  first,  but  soon  found 
that  the  dollars 


The  chaps  he  picked  out  coming  right 

at  his  call. 
Then  levied  a  tax  and  a  building  erected, 
With  himself  as  the  principal — wasn't 

that  gall  ? 

Later  on  he  got  hold  of  a  better  position 
As  the  boss  of  a  gilt-edged  and  popular 
school. 

Don't   come   of  themselves,  but   take      But  by  this  time  he'd  grown  a  confirmed 
hustling  to  get ;  pohtician 

So  he  hastened  to  hang  out  political  colors,  And,  gavel  in  hand,  helped  in  Councils 

Which  speedily  got  him  in  out  of  the  wet.  ^'^  ^^^^• 

To-day  after  taxes  unpaid  he  goes  gun- 
In  the  Twelfth  ward  a  pull  he  expertly  ning, 

caught  on  to.  He  captured  the  job  by  the  grace  of 

Unaided  he  split  the  school  district  in  two.  the  ring  ; 

"What  matter,"  quoth  he,  "if  the  people      But  'tis  widely  believed  that,  because  of 
don't  want  to?  his  cunning. 

Til  start  a  new  school  house  and  show  He's  still  far  away  from  the  end  of  his 

them  who's  who."  string. 

(244) 


PROF.  W.  R.  FORD. 


FOR  nearly  thirty  years,  Prof.  William  R.  Ford  has  been  before  the  Pitts- 
burg public  in  various  capacities,  never  unfavorably  and  often  under 
conditions  attesting  in  a  signal  manner  his  value  as  a  servant  of  the  people. 
Prof.  Ford  was  born  at  Bath,  England,  January  5,  1832,  and  was  educated 
at  private  schools  in  his  native  country.  In  1856,  he  came  to  the  United 
States,  and  engaged  in  the  dry  goods  business  in  Cleveland.  In  the  follow- 
ing year  he  came  to  Pittsburg,  and  after  a  brief  sojourn  here,  went  to  the 
northern  part  of  Indiana  county,  where  he  engaged  in  school  teaching.  He 
held  the  position  of  principal  of  the  Blairsville  public  schools  until  1864, 
when  he  returned  to  Pittsburg  and  entered  the  grocery  business  in  the  old 
Ninth  ward. 

In  1865,  he  was  elected  to  Common  Council,  and  he  continued  to  rep- 
resent the  old  Ninth  ward  in  that  body  until  1867,  in  which  year  he  was 
elected  to  the  Legislature. 

In  1869,  he  became  Principal  of  the  Twelfth  ward  (O'Hara)  public 
schools.  That  position  he  held  for  three  years.  He  served  six  years  as 
Principal  of  the  South  school,  Second  ward,  and  specially  distinguished 
himself  there  by  carrying  off  the  palm  for  the  best  trained  High  School 
classes. 

Prof.  Ford  was  again  elected  to  Councils  as  a  representative  of  the 
Fourteenth  ward,  serving  one  year  in  the  Common  branch,  and  he  was 
President  of  that  branch  for  six  years. 

He  was  elected  Delinquent  Tax  Collector  in  1887,  and  was  re-elected 
this  year  (1892)  for  a  second  term  of  five  years.  His  administration  of  his 
duties  has  been  thoro'ughly  business-like,  and  he  has  saved  large  sums  to 
the  city  by  recovering  taxes  which  a  less  careful  official  would  have  been 
disposed  to  class  as  uncollectable. 

Prof.  Ford  has  been  elected  Grand  Master  Workman  of  the  A.  O.  U.  W. 
in  Pennsylvania,  and  is  one  of  the  representatives  in  the  Supreme  Lodge  of 
the  State. 

He  is  still  a  resident  of  the  Fourteenth  ward,  and  is  a  paterfamilias  on 
a  fairly  large  scale. 

(245  ) 


Here's  a  masculine  charmer  of  beauty  so      The  militia  lads  think  him  the  finest  of 

rare  men; 

That  the  girls  the  effect  of  it  scarcely  can      He's  worked  'em  before  and  may  work 

bear,  'em  again. 

So  they  blush  like  a  roselet  and  murmur      He  does  the  square  thing  by  his  big  bro- 

"Ah,  there,"  ther  when 

When  they  see  him  go  by  on  the  street.  In  political  scraps  he  succeeds. 

But  he's  single  as  yet,  and  not  anxious  to 

wed. 
For  he's  one  of  the  boys,  and  don't  mind, 

it  is  said. 
If  he  gives  them  a  hand  when  they  paint 

the  "town  red — 
He's  as  gay  a  young  blood  as  you'll 

meet. 


He  owns  quite  a  business — a  boomer,  you 

bet. 
Another  chap  had  it,  and  might  have  it 

yet. 
Had  he  just  been  on  hand  when  the  city 
dads  met. 
And    stood    in    with    his   nobs'    little 
scheme. 
In  the  hot  summer  days  he  goes  down  to      So  fortune  our  hero  inclines  to  assist, 

the  shore,  In  his  Hne  he  is  ranked  pretty  high  on  the 

'Mid  the  folks  at  Atlantic  he  makes  a  fu-  list, 

ror,  And  he's  piling  the  boodle  up  hand  over 

For  in  every  diversion  he  puts  in  his  oar,  fist 

And  in  all  the  high  jinks  takes  the  lead.  By  dishing  out  doughnuts  and  cream. 

(246) 


PHILIP  S.  FLINN. 


STICKLERS  for  puritanism  in  politics  might  object  to  the  political  code 
exemplified  by  Philip  Flinn,  younger  brother  of  Senator  William  Flinn  ; 
but  Philip's  bonhomie,  good  humor  and  free-handed  liberality  are  such  as  to 
disarm  the  keenest  of  his  critics  and  to  insure  him  always  a  strong  following. 

Philip  Flinn  was  born  in  the  Sixth  ward,  Pittsburg,  April  30,  1865,  and 
was  educated  at  the  public  schools.  At  the  age  of  15  he  became  foreman 
for  the  contracting  firm  of  Booth  &  Flinn,  and  at  21  he  was  appointed  assist- 
ant superintendent  of  highways.  This  position  he  filled  until  the  occur- 
rence of  the  Johnstown  flood  in  1889,  when  he  became  associated  with 
James  McKnight,  the  chief  contractor  for  the  removal  of  debris  at  the 
ruined  city. 

Mr.  Flinn  remained  at  Johnstown  two  months.  On  his  return  to  Pitts- 
burg he  engaged  in  the  restaurant  business,  conducting  a  profitable  estab- 
lishment in  the  Diamond  market.  He  is  now  the  senior  member  of  the 
Flinn  Stone  Company,  which  owns  and  operates  extensive  quarries. 

The  Flinns  are  a  family  of  Republicans,  and  Philip  is  no  exception  to 
the  rule.  He  is  a  tower  of  strength  in  the  Sixth  ward  ;  represents  that  dis- 
trict in  Select  Council,  and  never  fails  to  make  a  creditable  showing  on 
election  day. 

Mr.  Flinn  is  a  strapping  six-footer,  good-looking,  and  a  bachelor. 

(247) 


Our  artist  with  his  trusty  knife, 
Carved  out  this  likeness  true  to  life, 

(There  are  no  flies  on  him)  ; 
The  subject  we  need  hardly  name. 
For  seeing  it,  you  will  exclaim, 

"  Why,  that's  Contractor  Tim  ! " 

He  comes  from  Ireland,  and  his  face 
Of  Celtic  humor  bears  the  trace ; 

He's  strong  and  lithe  of  limb ; 
His  talk  has  a  persuasive  tone — 
He  must  have  kissed  the  Blarney  stone, 

This  same  Contractor  Tim. 

The  first  of  Yankee  life  he  saw 
Was  out  in  distant  Omaha. 

('Twas  then  a  townlet  sUm)  ; 
He  worked  on  the  Pacific  road. 
And  fortune  little  care  bestowed 

Upon  Contractor  Tim. 


(2. 


Next  in  Chicago  settling  down, 
He  bossed  the  sewers  of  the  town, 

And  kept  them  well  in  trim ; 
Among  the  noted  people  there. 
Not  one  in  high  and  mighty  air 

Surpassed  Contractor  Tim. 

But,  by  ambition  high  inspired, 
New  worlds  to  conquer  he  desired — 

'Twas  not  an  idle  whim, 
For  fresh  renown  he  sought  to  win. 
In  Pittsburg — aye,  and  Booth  and  Flinn 

Employed  Contractor  Tim. 

He's  wholly  independent  now. 
And  glory's  crown  is  on  his  brow ; 

Its  lustre  naught  can  dim. 
The  Randall  Club  he  helps  to  run ; 
Gets  out  of  Ufe  both  cash  and  fun  ; 
Good  boy.  Contractor  Tim. 
t8) 


T.  M.  SCANLON. 


IRISH  pluck,  progressiveness  and  adaptablity  to  circumstances  find  an  ex- 
cellent exemplification  in  the  person  of  Timothy  M.  Scanlon,  the  well- 
known  Pittsburg  contractor.  Mr.  Scanlon  is  41  years  old,  and  was  born 
and  reared  in  County  Kerry,  Ireland.  He  attended  the  national  schools 
until  he  reached  the  age  of  14,  when  he  emigrated  to  the  United  States. 

Young  Scanlon  first  settled  at  Omaha,  Neb.,  and  in  1872  was  employed 
on  the  Pacific  railroad.  In  1874  he  went  to  Chicago,  and  became  foreman 
in  charge  of  the  construction  of  sewers  in  that  city.  In  1875  he  came  to 
Pittsburg,  and  secured  the  position  of  foreman  for  Peter  O'Neil.  He  also 
served  at  different  periods  as  foreman  for  Evan  Jones  and  for  Booth  & 
Flinn. 

After  having  accumulated  a  snug  bank  account,  Mr.  Scanlon  embarked 
independently  in  the  contracting  business.  He  prospered,  and  is  now  one 
of  the  foremost  contractors  in  the  western  part  of  the  State. 

Mr.  Scanlon  is  a  strait-laced  Democrat,  owns  stock  in  the  Randall  Club, 
and  stands  in  high  repute  with  the  members  of  that  organization.  He  is  a 
worthy  man  and  a  model  citizen. 

(249) 


DAVID    McCARGO. 


Physiognomists  need  little  thought  to  divine 

From  the  portraiture  over  this  ditty, 
That  the  subject  thereof  is  well  fitted  to  shine 

'Mid  the  solid  Muldoons  of  the  city. 
Like  a  seaworthy  vessel  he  travels  along, 

Unencumbered  by  any  embargo. 
And  he  keeps  up  the  same  old  refrain  to  his  song, 

"  I'll  always  take  care  of  my  cargo." 

Like  a  cockleshell  frail,  which  a  gust  might  de- 
stroy, 

He  started  on  life's  stormy  ocean; 
With  Carnegie  and  Pitcairn — a  messenger  boy, 

Well  posted  in  slow  locomotion. 
But  he  breasted  the  waves  without  any  mishap, 

(Who'd  have  thought  that  he'd  ever  so  far  go?) 
And  kept  right  along  the  same  motto  on  tap : 

"  I'll  always  take  care  of  my  cargo." 


In  the  telegraph  service  he  spread  out  his  sails. 

And  scudded  along  like  a  clipper; 
No  icebergs  obstructive  or  bothersome  whales 

Could  hinder  his  progress  so  chipper. 
Duty's  flag  at  the  masthead  was  riveted  fast. 

As  in  ships  of  the  line  that  to  war  go; 
And  he  stuck  to  the  same  old  refrain  to  the  last, 

"  I'll  always  take  care  of  my  cargo." 

( 


A  railroad  (the  Valley)  caught  on  to  him  next; 

He  was  now  quite  a  heavy-weight  schooner; 
By  no  sort  of  maritime  hardships  perplexed, 

Being  ready  to  see  them  all  sooner. 
And  as  Frenchmen  derive  inspiration  from  wine. 

Be  it  Clicquot  or  old  Chateau  Margaux, 
So  his  heart  felt  a  thrill  as  he  hung  out  the  sign : 

"  I'll  always  take  care  of  my  cargo." 

To  chief  supervisor  his  rating  was  raised, 

Full-rigged  he  became,  and  was  ready 
To  show  that  his  value  was  rightly  appraised. 

And  that  none  was  more  solid  and  steady. 
It  wasn't  his  plan  to  be  reckoned  as  slow. 

Or,  as  musical  sharps  put  it,  "  largo." 
But  to  clap  on  all  sail,  while  he  sung  out  "  Yeo 
ho! 

"  I'll  always  take  care  of  my  cargo." 


He's  now  in  his  prime,  and  his  doings  attract 

A  vast  deal  of  popular  notice; 
The  public  admits — and  he's  proud  of  the  fact— 

That  no  worthier  vessel  afloat  is. 
And  so  (please  to  pardon  a  metaphor  mixed). 

Ever  upwards  he  watches  his  star  go. 
While  the  legend  is  still  to  his  masthead  affixed ; 

"  I'll  always  take  care  of  my  cargo." 

250) 


CHARLES    EHLERS. 


Widely    known    in    Allegheny    is    this    comical 
"phizog," 
There  is  Germanism  stamped  in  ev'ry  line, 
While  his  nose  is  of  the  type  that  seems  to  mark 
a  jolly  dog 
With  a  penchant  for"Gesang"  and  "  Weib  " 
and  "  VVein." 
Now  he  may  not  be  so  jolly  as  his  bugle  would 
suggest 
And  his  tastes  may  toward  another  quarter  veer, 
All  the  same  a  host  of  voters  toes  the  mark  at 
the  behest 
Of  his  jags,  the  festive  German  engineer. 

He's  quite  slick  at  plans  and  surveys  and  the  rest 
of  the  details 
Which  to  civil  engineering  appertain, 
But  the  Fatherland  affords  so  little  chance  to  men 
of  brains. 
That  he  left  and  sailed  across  the  raging  main. 
By  the  denizens  of  Dutchtown  he  was  welcomed 
like  a  king, 
And  they  drank  his  health  in  whopping  mugs 
of  beer 
While  Ohio  street  and  East  street  made  the  wel- 
kin fairly  ring 
With  the  praises  of  this  German  engineer. 

In   the  art  of  being  a  statesman    he  got   posted 
right  away 
And  for  capturing  an  office  laid  the  ropes. 
So  that  when  he'd  got  his  papers  out,  there  wasn't 
much  delay 

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Till  the  politicians  satisfied  his  hopes. 
Of  the  highways  and  the  sewers  he  obtained  the 
full  control. 
For  he  vowed  to  give  the  "gang"  the  proper 
steer; 
When  they  asked  if  he'd  stay  with  them,  "  Don- 
nerwetter,  poys;    ja  wohl," 
Was  the  answer  of  this  German  engineer. 

He  stuck  nobly  to  his  promise  to  the  "gang's" 
intense  delight, 
Such  improvements  Allegheny  never  saw 
As  in  highwaying  and  sewering  he  made  by  day 
and  night. 
While  the  Dutch  looked  on  with  wonderment 
and  awe. 
Thus  it   came,  when  to  a  higher  plane  the  city 
made  its  way. 
He  was  elevated  likewise  in  his  sphere, 
To  be  chief  of  a  department  with  an  increase  in 
his  pay, 
W^hich  rejoiced  the  festive  German  engineer. 

Since  his  recent  elevation  he  feels  wonderfully  big, 

Kaiser  William  isn't  in  it  with  him  now; 
To  reporters  he  professes  that  he  doesn't  care  a  fig 

For  the  press,  to  which  most  other  men  must 
bow. 
O,  vanity  of  vanities  !  when  thus  you  get  a  hold 

On  a  dignitary,  very  much  we  fear 
That  your  paralyzing  consequences  yet  will  knock 
him  cold; 

So  look  out,  you  festive  German  engineer ! 

I) 


To  what  land  of  nativity  would  you  allot  Then  he  sits  up  in  state  and  sends  orders 

This   gent  who   seems   born   to   com-  around, 

mand?  Which  nobody  dares  to  transgress. 
Is  he  Welshman  or  Irishman,  John  Bull  or  While  in  every  direction  his   praises  re- 
Scot,  sound 
Or  a  son  of  the  old  Fatherland  ?  And  his  glories  are  sung  by  the  press. 
That  he  hails  from  some  monarchy,  plainly 

you  see  He's  chairman,  director  and  high  muck-a- 

And  of  pow'r  he's  had  more  than  his  muck 

f^]]  Of  sundry  financial  concerns ; 

For  he's  been  a  dictator,  and,  'twixt  you  Philanthropists  think  that  he  brings  them^ 

and  me,  good  luck 

The  marks  of  it  stick  to  him  still.  And  society  after  him  yearns. 

He's  commercially  sohd,  ranks  A  Number 

Whenever  a  popular  movement's  on  tap  One, 

To  achieve  something  big  for  the  realm.  Over  pohtics  loses  no  sleep  ; 

You'll  find,  as  a  matter  of  course,  that  And  so,  in  our  townlet,  when  all's  said  and 

this  chap  done, 

Is  the  first  to  lay  hold  of  the  helm.  He's  squarely  on  top  of  the  heap. 

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JAMES  B.  SCOTT. 


IN  all  undertakings  pertaining  to  the  material  progress  of  Pittsburg,  and 
the  elevation  of  its  status  among  the  cities  of  the  country,  James  B. 
Scott  is  a  leader  and  counsellor.  Nor  is  his  energy  limited  by  municipal 
bounds,  for  Mr.  Scott's  personality  is  known  and  his  influence  felt  through- 
out the  entire  state. 

James  B.  Scott  was  born  in  Pittsburg,  February  20,  1839.  He  was 
educated  at  the  public  schools,  and  entered  business  life,  when  quite  a 
young  man,  as  an  employe  of  the  firm  of  John  Dunlap  &  Co.,  wholesale 
tinners.  His  ability  soon  enabled  him  to  branch  out  for  himself,  and  he  be- 
came a  member  of  the  firm  of  Park,  Scott  &  Co.,  manufacturers  of  copper. 
By  the  death  of  D.  E.  and  James  Park,  Jr.,  the  control  of  the  business 
passed  into  Mr.  Scott's  hands,  and  the  firm  name  was  changed  to  James  B. 
Scott  &  Co.,  remaining  thus  up  to  the  present. 

Mr.  Scott  has  other  and  varied  interests.  He  is  a  vice-president  of  the 
Chamber  of  Commerce,  a  member  of  the  State  Board  of  Charities,  presi- 
dent of  the  Board  of  Trustees  of  the  Western  University,  and  a  trustee  of  the 
Real  Estate  Bank. 

Perhaps  the  most  interesting  chapter  in  his  career  is  that  which  details 
his  share  in  the  work  of  relief  at  Johnstown,  after  the  flood  of  1889.  When 
the  visiting  relief  committee  from  Pittsburg  was  organized,  Mr.  Scott  was 
chosen  chairman.  He  went  immediately  to  the  scene  of  the  disaster,  and 
devoted  himself  so  earnestly  and  efficiently  to  the  execution  of  the  hercu- 
lean task  imposed  upon  him  that,  at  a  mass  meeting  of  citizens,  held  to  pro- 
vide a  temporary  organized  government  with  a  view  to  bringing  order  out 
of  chaos,  he  was  unanimously  chosen  Dictator  of  Cambria  County.  Mr. 
Scott  modestly  discarded  this  title  in  favor  of  the  less  pretentious  one  of 
Director.  He  exercised  dictatorial  power,  nevertheless,  and  by  his  judicious 
and  forceful  administration  of  affairs  suppressed  disorder,  guided  the  labors 
of  the  relief  committeemen  so  as  to  produce  the  best  results,  and  finally 
established  in  the  ruined  district  a  solid  basis  on  which  to  build  up  a  new 
Johnstown-:-the  thriving,  substantial  place  which  exists  to-da3^  When  Gov- 
ernor Beaver  assumed  control  of  operations,  he  recognized  Mr.  Scott's  splen- 
did services  by  appointing   him  a  member  of  the   State  Flood  Commission. 

Mr.  Scott  is  a  genial,  courteous  gentleman,  popular  with  all  classes,  and 
happy  in  the  knowledge  that  he  is  reaping  the  fruits  of  a  well-spent  life. 

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'Tisn't  long  since  we  recorded, 
In  an  exquisitely  worded 
Little  lyric,  the  perfections  of  the  North 
Side  Chris  Magee  ; 
And  thereto  this  is  a  sequel 
Since  we  here  present  the  equal 
Of  the  Pittsburg's  boss's  counterpart — a 
statesman  sharp  is  he. 
Young  he  is  and  enterprising, 
With  a  genius  for  devising 
Schemes  for  reaching  as  a  diplomat  the 
highest  stage  of  bliss. 
And  the  consequence  thereof  is 
That  he's  ceased  to  be  a  novice 
And   is   pointed   to  with   pride    as  Alle- 
gheny's other  Chris. 


He  has  interests  colossal 
And  has  had  the  chance  to  boss  all 
The  possessions  of  an  EngUsh  dame  who 
owns  a  big  estate, 
Which  his  father  had  the  care  of. 
But  the  youth  preferred  a  share  of 
An    industrial    establishment    producing 
profits  great. 

(2 


There,  all  other  lines  forsaking. 
Finest  hollow-ware  he's  making 
And    employs    brigades    of    workmen — 
Yankees,  Irish,  Dutch  and  Swiss : 
Special  wares  he   makes  for  plumbers, 
And  his  bath-tubs  they  are  hummers — 
We  have  pictured  one  along  with  Alle- 
gheny's other  Chris. 


Hard  campaigning  gives  him  pleasure. 
And  the  cost  he  doesn't  measure. 
Many  votes  and  sundry  Councilmen  he 
likes  to  call  his  own  ; 
And  there's  little  doubt  about  it 
That  the  Shiras  men  were  routed 
By  the  big  financial  backing  that  he  gave 
to  Colonel  Stone. 
Then  for  Chairman  Parke  he  hustled 
And  victoriously  tussled. 
Being   soUd  with    the    SoloAs,  and — ^just 
stick  a  pin  in  this, 
That,  however  comprehensive 
Be  the  contest,  or  expensive. 
It  won't   frighten   in   the   slightest  Alle- 
gheny's other  Chris. 

54) 


F.  J.  TORRANCE. 


"PRANK  J.TORRANCE  was  born  in  Allegheny  in  1859,  and  received 
^  his  education  at  the  Seventh  ward  public  schools  and  the  Western 
University.  He  entered  business  life  in  1875  as  a  clerk  in  the  employ  of 
the  Standard  Manufacturing  Company.  His  connection  with  that  concern 
has  continued  up  to  the  present,  and  he  is  now  its  treasurer  and  general 
manager.  Meanwhile  his  control  of  large  capital  has  led  him  into  other 
productive  fields,  and  he  has  acquired  a  variety  of  interests,  for  the  most 
part  yielding  heavy  profits.  In  addition  to  his  ownership  of  stock  in  many 
other  enterprises,  Mr.  Torrance  is  president  of  the  following  concerns :  The 
Western  Asphalt  Block  &  Tile  Company,  the  Journal  of  Building  Publish- 
ing Company,  the  Pittsburg  Natatorium  Company,  the  firm  of  Arrott  & 
Torrance,  and  the  Riverside  Land  &  Improvement  Company. 

Mr.  Torrance  devotes  much  of  his  leisure  time  to  politics.  He  is  a 
Republican  to  the  backbone,  and,  when  his  services  are  needed,  he  never 
hesitates  to  do  all  that  lies  in  his  power  for  the  furtherance  of  his  party's 
interests. 

He  is  married,  and  lives  on  Western  Avenue,  Allegheny. 

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CHARLES 
Ward  school  principals  and  teachers 
Ought  to  recognize  the  features 
Of  this  little  chap  that's  writing  in  a  book, 
book,  book. 
Central  boarders,  too,  should  know 

him, 
For  the  cut  above  this  poem 
Reproduces  to  a  dot  his  very  look,  look, 
look. 

He's  a  genial  chap,  and  pretty. 
So  it  really  is  a  pity 
That  he's  not  a  blooming  bachelor  so  gay, 
gay,  gay ; 
But  old  Hymen  hasn't  spared  him, 
Many  years  ago  he  snared  him, 
And  sweet  glances  on  him  now  are  thrown 
away,  way,  way. 

Still  the  school  marms  all  adore  him, 
For  they  monthly  file  before  him. 
To   receive    their  little    tickets  for  their 
bood,  bood,  bood, 

(2 


REISFAR. 

And  with  gratitude  in  torrents, 
They  o'erwhelm  him  when  their  war- 
rants 
He  gives  out  in  his  accustomed  gracious 
mood,  mood,  mood. 

He  and  Luckey  loaf  together. 
Though  it's  very  doubtful  whether 
They  could  star  as  the  "  Two  Johns"  upon 
the  road,  road,  road. 
For  the  Uttle  chap's  a  light  'un, 
While  the  other  is  a  Titan, 
And  would  make  a  pretty  hefty  wagon- 
load,  load,  load. 

Now  so  high  our  hero's  rated 
That  his  stipend's  elevated 
With  unfailing  regularity  each  year,  year, 
year ; 
Nor  is  anybody  jealous 
Of  his  luck,  because  he's  zealous. 
And  gives  all  who  come  along  the  proper 
steer,  steer,  steer. 
56) 


MICHAEL  HANNIGAN. 

Get  on  to  Captain  Mike;   he  is  a-sliding  down  Cheering  on  the  boys  to  duty,  and   no  human 

the  pole,  pow'r  can  check 

Like  a  reg'lar  acrobatic  sharp,  and  cuts  a  figure  His   phenomenal   propensity    to    jeopardize    his 

droll.  neck. 
Bing !  bing !  the  gong  has  waked  him  from  his 

slumbering  serene,  In  the  riots  of  '77  a  heap  of  property  he  saved; 

And,  like  a  streak  of  lightning,  he  gets  out  with  -phe  vengeance  of  a  howling  mob  for  duty's  sake 

the  machine.  he  braved, 

He's  been  often  hurt  so  badly  that  his  hopes  of 

Captain  Mike's  the  real  type  of  what  a  fireman  jjfg  were  vague 

ought  to  be.  And  was  swiped  once  by  the  nozzle  of  a  measly 

Clear-headed,  quick,  and  prompt  to  act   where  Amoskeag. 

others  are  at  sea. 

There's  fun  in  his   Milesian  face,  and  a  sort  of  rj  5       u     j             i,        •    r-     ..  ■     nfi           i       n 

,     .,  He  s  a  handsome  chap,  is  Captain  Mike,  and  well 

devil-may-care  1     ,             •.    .  '             ^ 

T7            •         i.i.-ai.-              lUi-u         1)  he  knows  it,  too. 

Expression  about  his  flashing  eye  that  shows  he  s  rp,  ^     . ,  ,       .  ,                        ,        ,  .            ,     ^ 

h-^rA  tr^  ^^r^nri,  ^  giddy  gKls   go  crazywhen  his   manly  form 

they  view; 


hard  to  scare. 


He  tackles  the  hose  carriage  often  when  to  drive 
he  has  a  mind. 

Through  Smithfield  street  he  tears  as  if  Old  Nich- 
olas were  behind; 

The  pace  he  takes  is  awful ;  no  one  else  could  do 
the  like; 

Which  is  why  the  people  run  and  yell :  "  Hooray 
for  Captain  Mike." 


But  he  doesn't  mind  the  silly  things  who  round 
about  him  prance; 

He  sticks  to  duty  manfully,  and  cusses  all  ro- 
mance. 


The  chances  are  that  Captain  Mike  would  hold  an 

office  high; 
But  he  happens  to  be  a  Democrat,  and  that's  the 
reason  why 
But  it's  at  the  scene  of  action  that  he  best  gets  in       The  lightning  of  promotion   isn't  likely  him  to 

his  work,  strike; 

Where  the  flames  are  most  destructive,  there  he       And   so   he's  doomed    to  plod  along  as  simple 
labors  like  a  Turk,  Captain  Mike. 

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"Ahorse!  a  horse!  my  kingdom  for  a  horse!" 
So  said  King  Richard,  and  he  needed  one  of  course. 
If  Richard  had  been  sensible  instead  of  nasty  nice, 
He'd  have  got  one  from  the  chap  above  at  less 
than  half  the  price. 


Talk  about  menageries  with  animals  replete, 
With   the  stable  that  his  nobs  conducts   there's 

none  that  can  compete; 
Bear  the  news  to  Jimmicknite,  and  watch  how  he 

will  weep, 
Since  practical  zoology  is  held  thus  cheap. 


Glossy  ■  coated    fellows    just      as     docile    as    a 

lamb. 
Heavyweights  for  teamsters  with  an   extra  lot  of 

strength, 
And   mules    that  kick  like  fury  and  have  ears  a 

foot  in  length. 


All  of  these  he  handles  and  a  rousing  trade  he 

drives; 
Scarce  a  week  goes  by  but  what  a  new  supply 
arrives. 
.When    enough   are    gathered   folks  are  brought 
from  far  and  near 

Although  of  bears  and  elephants  he  doesn't  keep       To  see  him  doing  business  as  a  festive  auctioneer, 
a  stock, 


Nor  dabble  much  in  camels,  nor  sell  lions  from 

the  block; 
Though  with  kangaroos  and  monkeys  and  the  like 

he  never  fools, 
He  is  lightning  upon  horses  and  a  terror    upon 

mules. 


Never  from  a  contract  will  you  find  him  hanging 

back; 
Now  he  has  arranged  to    sell  six  hundred  at  a 

whack; 
Some  of  them  but  skin  and  bone  and  others  bone 

and  skin, 
Naught  he  cares  for  that  if  but  the  cash  comes  in. 


Nags  he  has  that  trot  a  mile  before  you've  time 

to  wink; 

Jog-alongs   whose  pace   would  drive   'most  any  Though  his  face  betrays  that  he's  a  Hebrew  by 

man  to  drink;       '  descent 

Steady-going  roadsters  for  a  doctor's  buggy  fit.  By  birth  he's  an  American,  and  here  his  life  has 
And  brawny  Rosinantes  full  of  true  get-up-and-  spent; 

git.  And  experience  entitles   him    to  print  upon  his 

sign. 

Saddle-horses  likewise,  which  with  ladies  take  the  "The  Tattersall  of  Pittsburg,  never  equaled  in  his 

palm,  line." 

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DANIEL    ARNHEIiVL 


r\ANlEL  ARNHEIM,  the  leading  horse  dealer"  in  Allegheny  county,  wai 
^  born  in  Jefferson  county  in  1858.  At  the  age  of  five  years  he  came  to 
Pittsburg,  and  here  received  a  good  educational  training  at  the  ward  schools 
■and  the  High  School. 

The  extensive  horse-dealing  business  which  has  made  the  name  of 
Arnheim  a  widely  advertised  one  was  established  by  the  father  of  Daniel 
Arnheim.  Five  years  ago  the  younger  Arnheim  took  charge  of  the  con- 
cern. He  advertised  largely,  and  otherwise  added  to  and  improved  upon 
the  paternal  methods,  with  the  best  results, 

Mr.  Arnheim  has  not  a  superior  in  the  country  as  an  authority  on 
horse-flesh.  He  makes  a  specialty  of  selling  horses  and  mules,  which  he 
procures  from  Kentucky,  Illinois  and  Ohio,  and  from  three  to  five  thousand 
head  pass  through  his  hands  every  year.  He  supplies  all  the  coal  men  in 
the  Twin  Cities  with  mules,  and  has  many  other  standing  contracts)  besides 
realizing  largely  on  the  public  sales  which  he  holds  periodically  on  the  arri- 
val of  large  consignments  of  stock  from  the  breeding  farms. 

Mr.  Arnheim  is  a  thoroughly  upright  business  man,  owing  his  success 
entirely  to  honest,  steadfast  endeavor. 

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You  have  heard  of  Boulanger,  the  Frenchman  so 

gay, 

Who  when  leading  an  army  was  strictly  O.  K., 
But,  whenever  he  tried  the  political  lay, 

Got  in  trouble  right  up  to  the  neck. 
In  the  picture  above  there's  his  double  exact, 
Who  likewise  in  battle  could  never  be  whacked, 
While  in  working  the  festive  political  act 

His  prospects  he  managed  to  wreck. 

What  a  fighter  he  was  ! — as  a  Federal  scout 
In  the  War  of  Secession  he  helped  in  the  rout 
Of  the  rebels,  whose  tricks  he  was  quick  to  find 
out 

While  he  carried  his  life  in  his  hand. 
The  record  he  mdde  won  him  honors  untold, 
In  Congress  his  valorous  deeds  were  extolled 
And  they  voted  to  give  him  a  medal  of  gold, 

As  a  hero  high  Up  in  the  land. 

Alas !  that  such  glory  should  drop  out  of  sight 
Like  the  fall  of  a  star  that  plumps  down  in  the 

night, 
But   the  craze  for  preferment  o'ermastered  him 

quite, 
And  he  joined  the  political  crew, 

(2 


He  hustled  like  sixty  and  drummed  up  a  crowd, 
Which  in  boosting  his  interests  did  itself  proud; 
While  the  ring  was  forninst  him,  he  could  not  be 
cowed. 
So  his  boomlet  extensively  grew. 

He  was    chosen    to   serve   as   the  Clerk   of  the 

Courts, 
An  official  who  closely  with  big-wigs  consorts, 
Then  the  county  controller  attacked  his  reports 

And  endeavored  to  put  him  in  hoc. 
When   acquitted,  he   made   the   mistake   of  his 

life; 
He  pulled  off"  his  coat  and  went  into  the  strife 
For  District  Attorney,  and  oh !  but  the  knife 

Was  used  to  obtain  his  defeat. 

Though  paralyzed  thus,  yet  he  never  lost  heart. 
He  tackled  the  law  and  he  made  a  good  start, 
And  of  gathering   in  shekels  he's   mastered  the 
art, 

While  of  friends  he  still  numbers  a  host. 
On  a  rural  domain  in  Verona  he  dwells, 
Like  Shakspeare's  traditional  couple  of  swells, 
And  in  virtues  domestic,  they  say,  he  excels, 

Which  is  more  than  Boulanger  can  boast. 
60) 


ARCHIBALD  H.  ROWAND,  Jr. 


A  RCHIBALD  H.  ROWAND  was  born  in  Allegheny  City,  March  6,  1845, 
^  ^  and  was  educated  in  the  common  schools.  Although  a  mere  boy 
when  the  war  broke  out,  Mr.  Rowand  entered  the  service  as  a  member  of 
Co.  K,  1st  West  Virginia  cavalry.  He  was  detailed  as  one  of  General 
Sheridan's  scouts,  and  during  his  three  years'  service  executed  numerous 
missions  of  the  most  daring  character.  His  bravery  was  rewarded  with  a 
commemorative  medal  from  the  State  of  West  Virginia,  and  he  also  received 
a  medal  from  Congress  at  the  special  request  of  General  Sheridan. 

On  his  return  from  the  war,  Mr.  Rowand  entered  business  pursuits,  and 
was  for  some  time  chief  bookkeeper  for  the  Allegheny  Valley  Railroad.  His 
first  appearance  in  the  field  of  politics  was  as  a  candidate  for  Clerk  of  the 
Courts,  and  although  not  in  touch  with  the  local  "machine,"  he  won  an 
easy  victory.  It  was  then  demonstrated  that  Mr.  Rowand  commanded  a 
larger  personal  following  than  any  other  individual  politician  in  Allegheny 
county. 

While  serving  as  Clerk  of  the  Courts,  he  studied  law  with  George  Shiras, 
Jr.,  and  on  January  7,  1885,  was  admitted  to  the  bar.  His  wide  popularity 
secured  him  a  large  clientage,  and  he  is  now  in  the  enjoyment  of  a  remunera- 
tive practice  both  in  the  civil  and  criminal  courts. 

Mr,  Rowand  is  a  big-hearted,  impulsive  man,  generous  to  a  fault,  and 
greatly  beloved  by  those  who  are  brought  into  close  contact  with  him.  He 
is  of  domestic  tastes,  and  spends  all  his  leisure  time  in  the  bosom  of  his 
family  at  his  pleasant  villa  in  Verona  bor.  ugh, 

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'Way  down  on  a  farm  in  the  township  of  In  civil  proceedings  especially  fine 

Penn,  Were  the  feats  he  achieved,  being  always 
Many  winters  ago — we  don't  need  to  say  in  line 

when —  When  a  bankruptcy  muddle  drove  judges 
A  youngster  was  reared,  whom   the  finger  insane, 

of  fate  Or  a  row  about  land  raised  particular  Cain. 
Singled  out  to  be  ranked  among  barristers 

great.  When  the  Straight-out  Republicans,  par- 
tisans true, 

'Mid  rural  surroundings  to  manhood  he  Took  arms  and  opposed  the  non-partisan 

grew  "^^^"^'^ 

And  studies  profound  he  rejoiced  to  pursue.  ^^^  ^^"  they  picked  out  for  a  judgeship 

In  pure  mathematics  enjoyment  he'd  seek,  ^  ,.     .  o  J"™?  , 

While  he  filled  up  with'Latin  and  topped  Behevmg  him  second  m  fitness  to  none. 

off  with  Greek.  -  _,        ,   .  ,     ^,    •         ■,  i  ■     it 

Though  beaten  by  Chris  and  his  allies  at 

length. 

O'er  the  list  of  professions  his  optic  he  ran,      His  vote— twenty  thousand— exhibits  his 

And  tried  engineering,  but  that  didn't  pan,  strength  • 

And  as  wealthy  attorneys  all  'round  him      The   Mageeites'  and    Democrats    jointly 

he  saw,  found  out 

"Eureka,"  he  cried, "  I'll  go  in  for  the  law."      what  a  pow'r  was  this  barrister,  brainy 

and  stout.  • 
When  he'd  waded  through  Blackstone  and 

Brightly's  reports,  Perhaps  in  the  future  we'll  have  to  record 

With  other  light  reading  that's  known  in      That  the  people  his  service  see  fit  to  re- 

the  courts,  ward  ; 

He  was  called  to  the  bar  and  was  recog-      But,  be  that  as  it  may,  let  it  be  understood 

nized  soon  That  the  law  pays  him  well,  as  it  certainly 

As  a  jurisprudentially  soHd  Muldoon.  should. 

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JAMES  FITZSIMMONS. 


j\  STURDIER  specimen  of  American  manhood,  both  mentally  and 
^  ^  physically,  than  James  Fitzsimmons,  of  the  well-known  law  firm  of 
Robb  &  Fitzsimmons,  it  would  be  hard  to  find.  Mr.  Fitzsimmons  was  born 
on  a  farm  in  Penn  township,  Allegheny  County,  on  June  2,  1845.  ^^^ 
early  education  was  obtained  in  the  common  schools  and  at  academies  in 
Wilkinsburg  and  East  Liberty.  In  1865  he  dropped  his  studies  for  a  time, 
and  went  out  with  an  engineering  expedition  into  the  neighborhood  of  Oil 
City.  The  pursuit  of  engineering  was  not  congenial,  however,  and  he  left 
the  corps  to  take  a  position  as  bookkeeper  for  the  Ardesco  Oil  Company, 
which  he  held  till  September,  1867.  In  that  year  he  entered  the  Western 
University,  where  he  graduated  in  the  class  of  '69.  He  now  entered  the 
office  of  Robert  Wood,  Esq.,  as  a  student  at  law\  He  was  admitted  to  the 
bar  on  November  8,  1871,  and  has  been  practising  ever  since. 

Mr.  Fitzsimmons  stands  in  the  front  rank  of  civil  lawyers,  and  has  made 
a  fine  record  for  himself  through  his  expert  handling  of  some  of  the  most  im- 
portant cases  in  the  history  of  jurisprudence  in  Pennsylvania.  He  was  coun- 
sel in  the  famous  insolvent  bond  case,  Hoj^i'  vs.  Smiley,  the  law  as  laid  down 
in  which  has  since  been  accepted  as  precedent ;  also  in  that  of  Spencer  vs. 
Jennings,  one  of  the  leading  real  estate  cases  under  the  Act  of  '53,  better 
known  as  the  Price  Act;  also  in  the  case  of  Courtney  vs.  Keller,  from  which 
an  important  precedent  was  evolved,  and  in  many  others  of  like  calibre. 

In  1891,  Mr.  Fitzsimmons  was  nominated  forjudge  on  the  Straight-out 
Republican  ticket,  and  made  a  magnificent  run  against  heavy  odds.  He  rep- 
resents the  Twenty-first  ward  in  Select  Council,  and  is  a  consistent  advocate 
of  honest  government.  His  rugged  honesty,  keen  wit,  and  great  intellectual 
power,  make  him  a  natural  leader  in  his  profession,  and  one  who  enjoys  the 
respect  and  confidence  of  a  numerous  clientage. 

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PRCF.  E.  E.  RINEHART. 


Boys  and  girls  most  every  place 
Ought  to  know  this  ancient  face; 

Eyes  so  bright, 

Whiskers  white, 
Look  of  joyous  glee. 
Though  his  head  is  minus  hair. 
Lots  of  common  sense  is  there; 

In  the  schools 

Proudly  rules 
Father  Do  Re  Mi. 

Every  day  he  makes  his  rounds 
Stirring  up  harmonious  sounds; 

Little  folks 

Look  for  jokes 
When  his  face  fhey  see — 
For  he  is  a  merry  chap, 
Has  hilarious  songs  on  tap; 

None  you'll  meet 

That  can  beat 
Father  Do  Re  Mi> 

Teachers  greet  him  with  a  smile 
For  he  helps  them  out  in  style; 

Straightens  out 

Things  in  doubt 
Plain  as  plain  can  be. 
With  his  little  vidin 
Propped  against  his  ancient  chin 

Tunes  he'll  lead; 

All  must  heed 
Father  Do  Re  Mi. 


Sometimes  on  a  pipe  he'll  blow 
Sounding  like  a  rooster's  crow. 

In  this  wise 

He  supplies 
Just  the  proper  key; 
Then  he  gives  an  opening  growl 
And  in  one  tremendous  howl 

All  unite 

And  delight 
Father  Do  Re  Mi. 

Children's  concerts  oft  he  steers 
Then  in  glorj'  he  appears; 

Face  aglow 

Gloves  like  snow; 
Coat-tail  like  a  V. 
Waves  his  baton,  starts  the  mill, 
Keeps  'er  going  with  a  will; 

All  who  hear 

Loudly  cheer 
Father  Do  Re  Mi. 

In  vacationhe'll  be  found 

At  some  far-off  camping  ground 

Where  the  game 

And  fish  proclaim 
Their  scorn  for  such  as  he; 
Ne'er  a  trophy  home  he'll  bring, 
Yet  he's  happy  as  a  king. 

Grief  and  care 

Seem  to  spare 
Father  Do  Re  Mi. 


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B.  F.  JONES. 


What    figure    is    this,  so    majestic    and  But  in  case  the  loss  threatens  to  hurt  his 

grand,  affairs. 

With  the  air  of  a  potentate  born  to  com-  He  gets  Congress  to  run  up  the  tax  on 

mand  ?  his  wares  ; 

"British  duke,"  did  you  say?     He  is  no  Then  he  bids  all  his  subjects  to  raise  a 

such  a  thing,  hurrah 

But  a  genuine  Pittsburg  industrial  king.  For  the  blessings  conferred  by  the  new 

tariif  law. 

Trades  unions  he   hates,  for  they  all  do 
their  best 


His  rule  over  thousands  of  subjects  ex- 
tends. 

And  woe  to  the  wight  who  his  greatness      ^     ,      '"'''""  ,        ,  ..    ..u 

ff    fj .  .  To  keep  wages  up  when  he  wants  them 


For  his  wealth  and  "inflooence"  his  right 

will  uphold 
To  issue  an  edict  and  knock  the  chap 

cold. 


depressed 
And  the  worst  thing  that  bitterness  adds 

to  his  cup 
Is  a  strikers'  committee — it  breaks  him 

all  up. 


On  account  of  his  boodle  he's  sometimes  On  the  whole,  though,  his  reign  passes  off 

trepanned  with  /r/at; 

By  political  sharps  into  taking  a  hand  The  masses  regard  him  with  reverent  awe, 

At  the  statesmanship  game  for  a  national  While  it's  needless  to  say  that  the  social 

stake,  r/i^e 

Till  the  barrel  gives  out,  when  he  gets  the  Falls  prostrate  before  him  and  kisses  his 

cold  shake.  feet. 

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Tom  Moore,  the  poet,  strove 
Bravely  for  fame's  sake, 

That  isn't  Tom  above. 
Merely  a  namesake; 

One  who  would  never  try 

Sweet  thoughts  to  versify — 

That  he  cannot  deny, 

Even  for  shame's  sake. 


Figures  for  many  a  year 

Busied  him  solely; 
Thereof  an  atmosphere 

Shrouded  him  wholly. 
Daily  with  spirit  glad 
Columns  of  cash  he'd  add. 
Such  as  are  never  had 

By  people  lowly. 

Being  what  one  might  term 

Expertly  gifted, 
Into  Carnegie's  firm 

Fitly  he  drifted. 
There  labored  quite  a  while. 
Doing  things  up  in  style. 
Till,  when  he'd  made  his  pile. 

Elsewhere  he  drifted. 

When  Westinghouse  was  stuck. 
Like  young  Jack  Horner, 

Somehow  through  evil  luck 
Caught  in  a  corner. 


Our  man  the  audit  made 
Which  George's  wealth  displayed. 
All  doubts  and  fears  allayed. 
Cheered  every  mourner. 

Boomers  of  rural  land. 

Knowing  his  vigor. 
In  schemes  they  had  on  hand 

Asked  him  to  figure. 
Into  the  thing  he  went. 
Acted  as  president. 
Heaps  of  cool  cash  he  spent, 

Worked  like  a  "  nigger." 

From  rise  to  set  of  sun 
Things  kept  a  going; 

And  out  at  Kensington 

Great  was  the  showing. 

Lots  went  at  prices  high 

Kept  bidders  on  the  fly. 

Realizing  by  and  by 
Profits  o'erflowing. 

Though  a  Sohoite,  you'll  see, 

Noting  his  ardor. 
Push,  tact  and  grit  that  he 

Is  a  Fourth-warder. 
There  he  was  born  and  "  riz," 
No  ward's  ahead  of  his. 
Still  of  its  fame  he  is 

Watchman  and  warder. 


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SAMUEL  E.  MOORE. 


^HE  reputation  of  being  the  leading  expert  accountant  in  Pittsburg  is 
^  generally  conceded  to  Samuel  E,  Moore,  now  President  of  the  Burrell 
Improvement  Company,  and  for  many  years  previously  identified  with  large 
industrial  enterprises.  Mr.  Moore  was  born  on  Fountain  street,  Pittsburg, 
and  attended  the  public  schools  of  the  Fourth  ward. 

He  received  his  first  employment  in  August,  1862,  from  Mr.  D.  A. 
Stewart,  who  was  at  that  time  freight  agent  in  Pittsburg  for  the  Pennsylvania 
Railroad  Company.  After  leaving  this  service,  which  continued  until  1868, 
he  obtained  his  start  in  commercial  and  business  life  with  the  well  known 
iron  firm  of  James  Wood  &  Co.,  in  whose  employ  he  acquired  a  funda- 
mental knowledge  of  the  science  of  accounts.  The  experience  thus  gained 
by  him  was  utilized  to  such  good  purpose  that  he  established  his  title  to  be 
considered  the  father  of  the  system  of  accounts  now  used  by  all  the  pro- 
gressive iron  manufacturers  in  Pittsburg. 

D.  A.  Stewart,  who  was  afterwards  Chairman  of  Carnegie  Bros.,  and  Mr. 
Moore,  entered  the  Carnegie  firm  together,  Mr.  Moore  becoming  a  clerk  in 
the  auditing  department.  He  was  promoted  rapidly,  being  made  auditor  on 
January  i,  1884,  and  finally  a  partner. 

In  February,  1891,  Mr.  Moore  became  President  of  the  Burrell  Im- 
provement Company,  a  concern  which  has  achieved  phenomenal  success  in 
a  line  of  business  requiring  brains  and  enterprise  above  the  common,  as  well 
as  large  capital.  The  Burrell  Improvement  Company  purchased  in  July, 
1890,  a  large  tract  of  land  situated  18  miles  from  Pittsburg,  on  the  Alle- 
gheny Valley  Railroad,  and  in  June,  1891,  laid  out  the  town  of  Kensington, 
which,  in  less  than  a  year,  has  developed  into  a  wealthy  and  populous  in- 
dustrial center.  The  Kensington  boom  has  been  literally  without  precedent 
in  Pennsylvania,  and  it  is  rendered  all  the  more  noteworthy  by  the  perma- 
nence of  its  results. 

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The  credit  of  this  red-letter  achievement  is  largely  due  to  Mr.  Moore's 
foresight  and  executive  ability,  and  the  writer  of  his  epitaph  will  not  do  his 
memory  justice  unless  Mr.  Moore  is  immortalized  as  the  founder  of  a  town 
which  sprang  into  existence  as  if  by  magic,  and  is  to-day  one  of  the  livest 
places  in  the  State. 

Mr.  Moore  has  large  interests  in  the  lumber  business  in  Michigan,  and 
is  president  of  the  Ontonagon  Lumber  Company.  He  is  also  president  of 
the  water,  gas,  heat,  light  and  power,  electric  street  railway  and  brick  com- 
panies located  at  Kensington,  all  of  these  being  sound  and  profitable  enter- 
prises. 

Despite  the  multiplicity  of  his  business  pursuits,  Mr.  Moore  has  found 
time  to  travel  extensively.  He  has  been  all  round  the  world,  and  has  visited 
Europe  many  times  over.  On  his  travels  he  has  always  made  it  a  rule  to 
abstract  himself  wholly  from  business  cares  and  devote  his  time  to  studying 
life  in  all  its  phases,  and  generally  enlarging  his  store  of  information. 

As  National  President  of  the  Bichloride  of  Gold  Clubs,  Mr.  Moore  oc- 
cupies a  position  of  intercontinental  prominence.  This  organization,  which 
was  founded  by  Mr.  Moore  in  April,  1891,  consists  of  men  formerly  ad- 
dicted to  the  use  of  intoxicating  liquor,  but  who  have  been  cured  of  the 
disease  of  alcoholism  through  the  genius  of  Dr.  Leslie  E.  Keeley.  At  a 
convention  of  the  Bichloride  of  Gold  Clubs,  held  February  16,  1892,  at 
Dwight,  111.,  and  attended  by  over  300  delegates,  representing  clubs  from 
every  State  in  the  Union,  Mr.  Moore  was  elected  National  President  of  the 
organization,  which  now  numbers  over  10,000  members,  and  which  promises 
in  the  near  future  to  be  the  controlling  factor  in  regulating  the  abuse  of 
liquor.  His  whole  heart  is  in  the  movement  to  nationalize  the  Keeley  plan 
of  redeeming  drunkards,  and  he  takes  pride  in  raising  from  the  gutter  and 
restoring  to  social  usefulness  young  men  whose  lives  have  been  wrecked  by 
the  liquor  habit.  He  never  exacts  promises,  but  he  does  more  for  those 
who  need  a  strong  and  kindly  hand  to  lift  them  out  of  the  mire  of  degrada- 
tion than  any  one  but  himself  is  aware  of 

That  a  man  of  Mr.  Moore's  many-sided  genius  and  true  philanthropic 
spirit  should  command  widespread  regard  is  self-evident.  The  approbation 
of  society  is  his  without  seeking. 

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JOHN  GRIPP. 


^^TUDGE"  GRIlPP,  as  the  Rhadamanthus  who  deals  out  justice  at  the 
J  Pittsburg  Central  Station  is  generally  called,  was  born  on  Pike  street, 
in  the  Ninth  ward,  Pittsburg,  in  1857.  He  was  educated  at  the  ward  schools 
and  the  Central  High  School.  After  leaving  the  High  School  he  entered 
the  office  of  Magistrate  Peter  Kreuter.  Three  years  later  he  became  asso- 
ciated with  Magistrate  John  Burke,  whom,  in  1886,  he  succeeded  as  Alder- 
man of  the  Third  ward.  Prior  to  this  time  he  was  window-clerk  in  the  post- 
office  under  Postmaster  W.  H.  McCleary,  and  was  promoted  to  the  super- 
intendency  of  the  registered  department.  Meanwhile  his  ability  as  a 
political  leader  commanded  special  recognition  from  the  Republican  man- 
agers in  Allegheny  County.  In  1883  he  was  chosen  Secretary  of  the 
Republican  County  Committee,  and  he  held  that  position  for  five  years. 
During  "Andy"  Fulton's  campaign  for  the  mayoralty.  Judge  Gripp  was 
Secretary  of  the  City  Committee,  and  in  recognition  of  his  services,  Mayor 
Fulton  made  him  his  clerk.  When  Pittsburg's  new  charter  became  a  law, 
Mayor  McCallin  appointed  him  a  police  magistrate.  He  was  Secretary  of 
the  City  Committee  in  the  Gourley  campaign,  and  at  the  same  time  a  can- 
didate for  re-election  as  Alderman  of  the  Third  ward.  There  being  no 
Democratic  opposition,  he  was  returned  without  a  contest. 

Judge  Gripp  has  been  a  member  of  the  County  Committee  since  he 
attained  his  majority.  In  1891  he  was  elected  chairman,  and  he  has  no  op- 
position for  his  second  term.  He  has  attended  every  State  Convention  for 
the  past  ten  years,  and  was  this  year  an  alternate  to  the  Republican  National 
Convention.  He  is  a  leading  member  of  the  Young  Men's  Republican 
Tariff  Club,  and  as  a  representative  of  that  body  has  attended  every  State 
and  National  League  Convention  for  years. 

Judge  Gripp's  inflexible  firmness  in  the  administration  of  his  office  as 
police  magistrate  of  the  First  district  has  made  him  the  terror  of  evil-doers. 
In  private  life  he  is  affable,  genial  and  loyal  to  his  friends,  whose  name  is 
legion. 

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No  matter  what  project's  on  foot  in  our     Which  is  what  you  might  call  an  experi- 
town  ence  sad 

Of  a  popular  character,  in  it  you'll  see  For  a  gentleman  noted  in  public  affairs. 

The  hustler  above,  for  he  thirsts  for  re- 
nown, 
And  in  all  things  aspires  to  be  ranked      You'd  wonder  that,  having   such   draw- 
as  king  bee.  backs  to  fight, 

He  should  prove  to  be  prosperous,  great 
and  renowned  ; 
Go  down  to  the  Expo.,  and  there  you  will      But  the  bushel's  not  made  that  will  cover 
find  his  light, 

His  record  emblazoned  as  foremost  of         And  in  shrewd  advertising  his  secret  is 
men,  found. 

And  you  can't  call  the  dark  days  of  Johns- 
town to  mind 
Without  bringing  his  name  to  the  sur-      He's  a  boomer  from  Boomerville,  ready 
face  again.  ^^^  slick. 

And  always  revolving  some  scheme  in 
his  head 
With  organized  labor  a  turn-up  he's  had ;      To  put  a  quietus  on  people  that  kick, 
The   unions   decided   to  jump  on  his         And  prove  to  the  world  that  he's  quite 
wares ;  thotoMgh^'iread, 

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S.  S.  MARVIN. 


WHEN  public-spirited  citizens  are  needed  to  take  hold  of  enterprises  in- 
volving the  well-being  and  advancement  of  the  people  of  Pittsburg 
and  Allegheny,  S.  S.  Marvin  is  always  among  the  first  in  the  field,  and  his 
name  accordingly  occupies  a  place  of  honor  in  the  annals  of  our  city. 

Mr,  Marvin  is  not  a  native  Pittsburger.  He  was  born  in  Monroe 
County,  N.  Y.,  fifty  years  ago,  and  came  to  Pittsburg  in  1863.  On  his 
arrival  here  he  established  himself  in  the  cracker  business,  and  founded  the 
house  of  S.  S.  Marvin  &  Co.,  now  one  of  the  largest  concerns  of  its  kind  in 
the  United  States.  The  prosperity  which  he  enjoys  is  due  entirely  to  his 
own  force  of  character,  true  commercial  instinct,  and  unremitting  attention 
to  business.  Few  men  have  worked  harder  than  has  Mr.  Marvin  in  his  day, 
and  few  can  boast  of  having  made. their  labor  tell  more  effectually  in  its 
financial  results  and  its  meed  of  public  appreciation. 

Mr.  Marvin  is  a  leading  member  of  the  Chamber  of  Commerce,  a 
director  of  the  Commercial  Bank,  and  president  of  the  Western  Pennsylvania 
Exposition  Society,  and  holds  many  other  positions  of  honor  and  of  trust. 
He  is  also  a  member  of  the  G.  A.  R. 

In  June,  1889,  when  the  news  of  the  destruction  of  Johnstown  reached 
Pittsburg,  Mr.  Marvin  hastened  to  contribute  by  his  individual  efforts  to  the 
relief  of  the  survivors,  large  quantities  of  food  and  clothing  being  forwarded 
to  the  ruined  city,  at  his  expense,  as  fast  as  they  could  be  used.  Later  on, 
Governor  Beaver  appointed  him  a  member  of  the  State  Flood  Commission, 
with  the  title  of  Purchasing  Agent  for  the  Western  District  of  Pennsylvania. 
In  this  capacity  he  discharged  his  duties  with  credit,  showing  throughout 
that  his  sympathies  were  stirred  to  the  utmost  by.  the  mournful  exigencies 
which  brought  his  services  into  requisition. 

Mr.  Marvin  is  a  man  of  fine  appearance,  enjoying  the  full  vigor  of  the 
prime  of  life.  A  more  alert,  keen,  progressive  man  of  business  is  not  to  be 
found  in  any  community. 

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From  ocean  to  ocean,  or  down  from  the  Lakes 

To  the  Gulf  you  may  travel  afar, 
But  you  won't  find  a  line  in  your  travels  that 
takes 

The  palm  from  the  old  P.  R.  R. 
With  its  elegant  road-bed  and  rolling  stock  fine, 

The  boss  it's  conceded'  to  be, 
And  the  royalest  spirit  controlling  the  line 

Is  the  chap  that  is  known  as  "  R.  P." 


Aside  from  the  railroad  he's  made  quite  a  stake 

By  cautiously  dabbling  in  stocks; 
He  has  captured  a  slice  of  the  Westinghouse  cake, 

And  a  neat  little  dividend  knocks. 
With  margins  and  fly-the-track  "  specs  "  he  won't 
fool. 

Nor  venture  as  much  as  a  V, 
Unless  with  a  judgment  that's  perfectly  cool 

He  sees  it  will  profit  "  R.  P." 


Above  is  his  picture;   it  shows  him  to-day 

With  the  stamp  of  success  on  his  face. 
What  a  change  there  has  been,  as  the  years  rolled 
away. 

Since  he  entered  on  life's  trying  race  ! 
As  a  telegraph  messenger,  honest  and  smart, 

He  began,  and  fate  chose  to  decree 
That  Andy  Carnegie  the  same  way  should  start. 

And  climb  upwards  along  with  "  R.  P." 


Thus    one   way    and   another   his    pile    has    in- 
creased 

To  a  really  phenomenal  store; 
They  say  it  amounts  to  two  millions  at  least — 

With  the  prospect  of  swelling  to  more. 
But  wealth  hasn't  tended  to  harden  his  heart; 

There  are  few  straighter  Christians  than  he. 
And  the  church  and  the  Sunday-school  bag  a  large 
part 

Of  the  riches  possessed  by  "  R.  P." 


Like  Andy  he  mounted  the  ladder  that  leads 

To  fame  with  rapidity  great, 
Till    the    railroad,   which    keen    representatives 
needs, 
Made  him  boss  in  this  end  of  the  State. 
Since  then  far  and  wide  has  been  spread  the  be- 
lief 
That  the  road  would  be  wholly  at  sea 
Were   it    not   for   the  brains   of  the   pusher-in- 
chief. 
Whom  the  populace  knows  as  "  R.  P." 

(27 


You'll  observe  from    this  sketch    that   in    ev'ry 
detail 

The  parallel  started  in  youth 
'Twixt  him  and  Carnegie  kept  up  without  fail. 

Which  is  quite  a  remarkable  truth. 
They  began  just  alike,  and  their  worldly  affairs 

Seemed  to  strike  the  same  prosperous  key. 
And  the  balance,  in  judging   the   two   million- 
aires. 

Don't  tip  up  on  the  side  of  "  R.  P." 


ROBERT  PITCAIRN. 


ROBERT  PITCAIRN,  the  stalwart,  brainy  Superintendent  of  the  Pittsburg 
division  of  the  Pennsylvania  Railroad,  is  a  Scotchman  by  nativity,  and 
was  born  May  6,  1836.  He  came  to  America  with  his  parents  while  yet  a 
child.  After  a  short  stay,  the  family  went  back  to  Scotland,  but  returned  in 
1846,  and  settled  in  Pittsburg. 

Mr.  Pitcairn's  educational  advantages  were  limited,  as  at  the  age  of  12 
years  he  was  removed  from  school  and  set  to  work  as  a  telegraph  messenger 
boy.  He  used  his  opportunities  to  master  the  art  of  telegraphy,  and  in 
course  of  time  was  sent  to  Steubenville  as  assistant  operator.  Thence  he 
was  called  to  Pittsburg  as  operator,  and  remained  here  until  1852.  In  that 
year  Mr.  Pitcairn  obtained  the  position  of  operator  and  ticket  agent  at  the 
Mountain  House,  Hollidaysburg.  In  1854,  when  the  Pennsylvania  Railroad 
Company,  which  had  been  using  the  old  Portage  road,  completed  its  own 
line,  he  was  transferred  to  the  office  of  the  General  Superintendent  at  Al- 
toona,  where,  with  the  exception  of  a  year's  interval,  he  served  until  1861. 

Mr.  Pitcairn  was  now  made  Superintendent  of  the  Middle  Division,  be- 
tween Conemaugh  and  Mifflintown.  The  reduction  of  divisions  from  four  to 
three  deprived  him  of  his  place,  but  a  new  one  was  found  for  him  as  Super- 
intendent of  Transportation. 

The  outbreak  of  the  war  afforded  him  the  occasion  to  exhibit  his  ex- 
ecutive skill  to  the  best  advantage,  large  bodies  of  men  and  quantities  of 
supplies  having  to  be  constantly  hurried  over  the  road.  In  1862  he  acted 
as  Superintendent  of  both  the  Middle  and  Pittsburg  Divisions.  Meanwhile 
he  had  his  eye  on  the  Superintendency  of  the  Pittsburg  Division,  a  position 
to  which  he  attained  in  1865.  Ten  years  later  the  general  agency  of  the 
P.  R.  R.  at  Pittsburg  was  also  placed  in  his  hands. 

In  addition  to  the  railroad  business,  Mr.  Pitcairn  is  engaged  in  many 
other  enterprises,  notably  in  the  industries  controlled  by  George  Westing- 
house,  Jr.  He  stands  high  in  the  Masonic  order,  being  a  Past  Grand  Com- 
mander of  the  Knights  Templar  of  Pennsylvania. 

Mr.  Pitcairn  is  a  practical  Christian,  and  seeks  both  by  example  and 
precept  to  preserve  a  high  standard  of  morality  among  the  army  of  railroad 
employees  under  his  control.  His  career  has  been  throughout  a  model  of 
usefulness  and  rectitude. 

(273) 


Up  in  the  court  house,  where  law  is  pre-  Bigelow  knows,  to  his  sorrow,  how  slick 

dominant,  he  is, 

'Mid  the  attorneys  this  gentleman's  prom-  Since  he   had   Edward  hauled  up  for  a 

inent ;  trick  of  his ; 

In  the  "profesh"  he  has  not  man)^  peers,  FHnn  knows  as  well  that  he's  quite  "out 
And  he's  been  at  the  bar  over  twenty-five  of  sight," 

years.  For   the  rivermen  hired  him  the  wharf 

bills  to  fight. 
Equity  business  pours  in  on  him  steadily, 

Criminal  work  he  don't  take  to  so  readily  ;  Stamped  on  his  face  is  a  bull-dog  tena- 

Whatever  he  does,  though,  he  does  with  city, 

a  dash,  Equalled  alone  by  his  hustling  capacity  ; 

For  he's  keen  as  a  razor  and  quick  as  a  These  are  the  things  which  have  built  up 

flash.  his  trade, 

And  little  by  little  his  fortune  have  made. 
Cases   he   pleads  with   a  cunning   that's 

mystical ;  Politics  don't  interest  him  a  particle  ; 

Puzzles  the  Court  with  contentions  sophis-  Piling   up   cash   in   his  creed's   the  first 

tical ;  article ; 

Shuffles  up  statutes,  and  cuts  them  and  He  lives  out  in  Oakland,  and  keeps  in  the 

deals,  swim. 

Till  the  enemy  can't  tell  his  head  from  his  While  by  all  it's  confessed  there's  no  dis- 

heels.  count  on  him. 

(274) 


J.  SCOTT  FERGUSON. 


IF  it  were  left  to  a  popular  vote  to  decide  who  is  the  most  efifectivc  pleader 
at  the  Allegheny  County  bar,  the  chances  are  that  J.  Scott  Ferguson 
would  carry  off  the  palm  by  a  large  majority.  Mr.  Ferguson's  reputation 
does  not  depend  upon  advertising  or  other  extrinsic  aids,  but  is  the  out- 
growth of  a  career  of  persevering  industry  and  brilliant  success  in  every 
department  of  jurisprudence. 

"  Scott "  Ferguson,  as  he  is  best  known,  was  born  in  Allegheny  50 
years  ago.  His  education  was  obtained  in  the  common  schools,  the  High 
School,  and  at  Allegheny  City  College,  then  in  charge  of  Profs.  Newell  and 
Davis.  He  began  the  study  of  law  under  Robert  Woods,  Esq.,  at  the  age 
of  18,  and  was  admitted  to  the  bar  in  1863,  when  he  was  21  years  old. 
His  logical  habit  of  mind,  fluency  of  speech  and  tact  in  the  influencing  of 
juries,  early  attracted  attention  and  placed  him,  while  yet  a  very  young  man, 
on  a  level  with  the  ablest  local  practitioners. 

Some  of  the  most  important  cases  tried  in  Allegheny  County  within 
the  past  quarter  of  a  century  have  passed  through  Mr.  Ferguson's  hands. 
Among  these  were  the  famous  Cubba-You-Ouit  case,  involving  vast  inter- 
ests in  Lawrenceville  ;  the  ten  million-dollar  bond  case,  viz. :  Gloninger  and 
others  vs.  the  B.  &  O.  Railroad,  which  was  a  suit  in  equity  to  declare  void 
ten  million  dollars'  worth  of  bonds  issued  by  the  P.  &  C.  R.  R.  Co.  to  the 
B.  &.  O.  R.  R.  Company;  the  Miller  Oil  Refinery  case,  viz.:  the  Common- 
wealth vs.  A.  D.  Miller  &  Sons,  being  a  criminal  action  to  have  an  oil  refin- 
ery in  Allegheny  declared  a  public  nuisance ;  the  wharf  case,  viz. :  the 
Commonwealth  vs.  E.  M.  Bigelow,  Chief  of  the  Pittsburg  Department  of 
Public  Works,  and  the  Allegheny  municipal  prosecutions  of  recent  celebrity. 

In  his  younger  days,  Mr.  Ferguson  interested  himself  somewhat  in 
politics.  He  never  sought  ofhce,  but  rendered  valuable  service  to  the  Re- 
publican party  as  a  stump  speaker.  In  Grant's  last  campaign,  his  speeches 
were  especially  good,  and  evoked  admiring  commentaries  on  every  hand. 

Mr.  Ferguson  is  married,  and  lives  in  a  fashionable  mansion  on  Fifth 
Avenue  and  Shady  Lane. 

(275) 


ROGER   O'MARA. 


The  romancers  have  covered  with  glory 

Old  Vidocq,  of  European  fame ; 
You'll  find,  too,  in  song  and  in  story 

One  Hawkeye's  illustrious  name. 
But  the  tales  of  these  fellows  are  hazy — 

You  can  see  by  the  cut  of  his  jib 
That  there's  no  laying  over  the  daisy 

Whose  likeness  is  over  this  squib. 

Many  years  he  has  been  a  thief- taker, 
And  he's  gotten  his  art  well  in  hand  ; 

He  knows  every  swindler  and  fakir, 
And  pickpocket,  too,  in  the  land. 


On  confidence  games  he's  a  terror  ; 

You  should  see  him  run  bunkoers  down. 
And  he  rarely  drops  into  an  error — 

This  lynx-eyed  Old  Sleuth  of  our  town. 

Like  all  men  of  note,  he  must  suffer 

From  people  who  get  in  their  hooks 
By  running  him  down  as  a  duffer, 

And  a  chap  who  stands  in  with  the  crooks. 
But  envy  to  him  is  no  new  thing. 

Well  he  knows  his  superior  pow'rs, 
And  so  he  goes  on  with  his  sleuthing — 

This  wide-awake  watch-dog  of  ours. 


(276) 


PROF.    WM.    GUENTHER. 


Toot,  toot,  toot, 
On  his  mellow-sounding  flute. 
With  a  sinking  and  a  sweUing 
Ups  and  downs  of  passion  telling, 
And  with  here  and  there  a  trill, 
Or  roulade  done  up  with  skill — 
Ah,  professor,  as  a  tooter  you're  the  boy 
that  fills  the  bill. 

Toot,  toot,  toot. 
On  the  piccolo  to  boot, 
Like  the  Highland  pipes  a-squealing 
High  enough  to  crack  the  ceiling, 
Till  again,  hke  Jack  and  Jill 
Down  the  diatonic  hill 
He  comes  tumbling — Ah,  professor,  you're 
the  boy  that  fills  the  bill. 

Toot,  toot,  toot ; 
He'll  play  any  air  to  suit — 
Up  from  "Wink  the  Other  Eye,"  sir. 
To  "Walkyrie"  and  "Tannhaeuser," 
And  although  a  vocal  pill 
Such  as  "  Comrades,"  makes  him  ill 
Yet  he'll  swipe  it — Ah,  professor,  you're 
the  boy  that  fills  the  bill. 


Toot,  toot,  toot, 
With  his  waxed  mustaches  cute. 
And  his  evening  dress  neat-fitting, 
'Tis  a  treat  to  see  him  sitting 
Like  a  Spanish  alguazil 
Stiff  and  straight  and  fit  to  kill, 
With  his  band — Ah,  yes,  professor,  you're 
the  boy  that  fills  the  bill. 

Toot,  toot,  toot. 
His  experience  bears  fruit 
Teaching  tyros,  who — confound  'em  ! — 
Make  an  awful  racket  round  him. 
Till  he'd  like  their  gore  to  spill 
Or  their  blarsted  bones  to  grill ; 
But  he  stands  it — Ah,  professor,  you're 
the  boy  that  fills  the  bill. 

Toot,  toot,  toot ; 
Is  there  ever  a  galoot 
Who  would  risk  a  competition 
With  this  superfine  musician  ? 
Let  him  venture  if  he  will 
Such  a  contract  to  fulfill ; 
Won't   he  suffer  ! — Ah,  professor,  you're 
the  boy  that  fills  the  bill. 


(277) 


JUDGE   JAMES    W.    OVER. 


Mother  Nature  has  imprinted,  with  a  hand  that 
seldom  errs, 
Honest)^,  straight-forwardness  and  zeal 
On  the  face  that's  here  immortalized,  and  surely 
she  confers 
A  compliment  from  which  there's  no  appeal. 
No  one  can  deny  it;   not  an  atom  of  deceit 

Marks  the  doings  of  this  model  among  men. 
Ask  any  one  that  knows  him,  and  the  same  he  will 
repeat 

Over,  over  again. 

Gentle   though   he   is,   he  doesn't   know  what's 
meant  by  fear; 
He  proved  his  mettle  thirty  years  ago. 
When  Lincoln  called  for  patriotic  souls  to  volun- 
teer. 
For  service  in  the  South  against  the  foe. 
'Twas  sad  to  leave  the  dear  ones  that  he  loved  the 
best  of  all, 
For  a  fate  that  must  be  hidden  from  his  ken; 
Yet  he  felt  that  he  would  gladly  draw  the  sword 
at  duty's  call 

Over,  over  again. 

H.e  enlisted  in  the  cavalry — as  Anderson's  'twas 
known, 
And  fairly  won  his  spurs  in  Tennessee. 
You'll  find  it  on  the  records  that  from  first  to  last 
he  whone 
As  a  fighter;   stauncher  soldier  ne'er  could  be. 

(2 


And,    although    when    with    his    comrades    in    a 
smoke-house  he  was  locked 
Down  in  Nashville  for  his  colonel's  sake — why, 
then 
He  declared  that  for  the  colonel  he  would  .will- 
ingly be  socked 

Over,  over  again. 


Need  we  tell  you  how  he's  busied  now — his  place 
is  in  the  court 
Which  to  orphans  renders   guardianship   and 
care; 
People  long  ago  decided  him  to  be  the  proper  sort 

That  grave  responsibility  to  bear. 
His  fairness  and  ability  no  commentary  need. 

Nor  puffing  from  the  editorial  pen. 
So  in  running  for  election  he  is  certain  to  succeed 
Over,  over  again.    • 


His  dwelling  is  at  Osborn;  truly  rural  are  his  ways. 

Though  he's  nowise  puritanical  or  prim, 
He  eschews  the  city's  bustle  and  the  mob's  in- 
quiring gaze; 
Quiet  living  is  the  kind  of  thing  for  him. 
He's  so  thoroughbred  a  gentleman,  so  genial  and 
so  bland. 
That  the  chances  are  no  more  than  one  in  ten 
That  his  like  could   e'er  be  found,  although  you 
search  throughout  the  land 
Over,  over  again. 


78) 


JUDGE    J.    F.    SLAGLE. 


High  in  a  chair  of  awful  state 

He  sits,  hke  Alexander  ; 
An  arbiter  of  human  fate — 

What  function  could  be  grander? 
Placid  at  times,  at  others  firm, 

Again,  in  splendid  fury. 
He  makes  the  cringing  lawyers  squirm 

And  terrifies  the  jury. 

Who  would  have  thought,  when  first 
tried 

His  'prentice  hand  at  pleading 
In  petty  suits,  and  viewed  with  pride, 

His  prospects  of  succeeding. 


That,  ere  he  passed  his  manhood's  prime, 
He'd  leave  hiS  fellow  drudges 

And  up  to  power  and  glory  climb 
Among  the  county  judges  ? 


He  might  have  knocked  our  charter  out, 

And  done  it  quite  discreetly, 
For  he  would  thus,  without  a  doubt, 
he  Have  floored  the  ring  completely. 

But  all  things  show  he  knows  his  "biz," 

Nor  should  the  world  mistake  him, 
For,  in  his  quiet  way  he  is 
As  useful  as  they  make  'em. 
(  279) 


A  Daniel  come  to  judgment  here  behold, 
Youthful  in  years,  in  ripe  experience  old, 

Whose  erudition 
Led  Uncle  Sam  to  take  him  by  the  hand 
And  give  him,  at  the  popular  demand, 

A  high  position. 

• 
No  interloper  he,  but  raised  right  here, 
And  on  this  town  the  Ught  of  his  career 

Dehghts  to  scatter ; 
Here  he  read  Virgil  and  old  Cicero — 
The  Western  Univers'ty  was,  you  know. 

His  alma  mater. 

Here  he  read  law,  and  the  success  he  had 
In  handling  Blackstone  made  exceeding 
glad 

The  heart  parental 
Of  him  who  used  at  Dixmont  to  preside 
Long  ere  the  Minnick  case  made  folks  de- 
ride 

That  place  ungentle. 

Rapid  his  rise  when  at  the  bar  he  took 
His    place,   and   with    forensic    thunder 
shook 

The  court's  foundation. 


Judges  looked  dazed  when  he  began  to 

talk, 
And  opposition  counsel  "  took  a  walk  " 
In  consternation. 

Knotty,  indeed,  the  legal  paradox 

That  he  and  his  sagacious  partner,  Knox, 

Could  not  unravel. 
Cases  abstruse  that  others  couldn't  touch, 
They  handled  with  pronounced  adroitness 
such 

That  none  could  cavil. 

So,  when  the  place  of  federal  district  judge 
Was  vacant,  who  could  the  appointment 
grudge 

To  one  so  gifted  ? 
So  thought  Ben  Harrison,  and  that  is  why 
We  find  our  hero  to  distinction  high 

By  Ben  uphfted. 

Now  does  it  come  within  his  sphere  to  try 
Cases  that  come  'neath  Uncle  Samuel's  eye 

And  might  confound  him ; 
But,  if  the  records  are  to  be  beheved. 
And  otherwise  deponent's  not  deceived. 

No  flies  surround  him. 


(280) 


J.  H.  REED. 

JH.  REED,  ex-Judge  of  the  United  States  District  Court  of  Washington, 
•  Pennsylvania,  although  not  yet  40  years  of  age,  has  reached  the  high- 
est plane  of  distinction  in  the  legal  profession.  He  is  the  son  of  Dr.  J.  A. 
and  Elizabeth  H.  Reed,  from  whom  his  refined  tastes  and  force  of  intellect 
are  inherited,  and  was  born  in  Allegheny  City  September  10,  1853. 

In  1872  he  graduated  from  the  Western  University,  and  then  studied 
law  with  his  uncle,  David  Reed,  a  practitioner  of  considerable  distinction. 
As  a  member  of  the  firm  of  Knox  &  Reed  he  acquired  a  high  reputation, 
especially  in  the  pleading  of  large  corporation  cases.  So  thoroughly  were 
his  fellow  members  of  the  bar  impressed  with  his  capabilities  that  when  the 
appointment  of  Judge  Acheson  to  Judge  McKennan's  place  on  the  bench  of 
the  Circuit  Court  left  the  district  bench  vacant,  a  practically  unanimous  de- 
mand was  made  upon  President  Harrison  for  the  appointment  of  Judge 
Reed.  The  President  readily  acceded,  and  in  February,  1891,  Judge  Reed 
received  his  commission  and  ascended  the  bench,  to  the  general  satisfaction 
of  the  press  and  the  people. 

His  health  failing  somewhat,  he  resigned  his  office  on  January  15,  1892, 
and,  after  a  period  of  needed  rest,  returned  to  his  old  place  in  the  firm  of 
Knox  &  Reed. 

Judge  Reed  is  married,  and  lives  at  Shadyside,  as  happy  in  his  home 
relations  as  he  is  in  the  enjoyment  of  merited  distinction  at  the  bar. 

(281) 


Who  on  the  world  benignly  beams 
As  one  who  never,  never  dreams 
Of  set-up  jobs  and  plots  and  schemes? 
The  candidate. 

Who  in  his  youth  at  farming  wrought 
And  of  distinction  never  thought 
Till  by  the  people  he  was  sought? 
The  candidate. 

Who  shouldered  arms  when  war  broke  out, 
And  shared  in  many  a  bloody  bout, 
A  "  Roundhead  "  soldier,  brave  and  stout? 
The  candidate. 

Who,  when  the  cruel  war  was  o'er, 
Enlisted  in  a  picture  store. 
And  dabbled  in  artistic  lore  ? 
The  candidate. 

Who  watched  his  chance  to  fish  for  fame, 
And  grabbed  it  straightway  when  it  came, 
In  hopes  to  play  a  winning  game  ? 
The  candidate. 


That  thus  he'd  get  a  firmer  grip  ? 
The  candidate. 

Who  in  the  Bellevue  Councils  took 
A  seat,  expecting  thus  to  hook 
Things  higher  ? — thus  ahead  he'd  look — 
The  candidate. 

Who  by  the  Northside  folk  was  sent 
To  Harrisburg,  with  full  intent 
That  to  no  jobbing  he'd  consent? 
The  candidate. 

Who  did  such  very  useful  work. 
Getting  his  licks  in  like  a  Turk, 
That  of  the  House  they  made  him  Clerk  ? 
The  candidate. 

Who,  when  the  treasury's  been  sacked 
By  pohticians,  now  is  backed 
As  guardian  of  the  funds  to  act  ? 
The  candidate. 


Who  took  a  school  directorship, 
Knowing — for  he  was  pretty  flip- 


And  who  (this  is  an  afterthought) 
A  monumental  battle  fought, 
And  earned  the  glory  that  he  sought? 
The  candidate. 

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JOHN  W.  MORRISON. 


pAPTAIN  JOHN  W.  MORRISON,  the  present  Treasurer  of  the  State  of 
Vy  Pennsylvania,  was  born  in  Philadelphia,  February  12,  1841.  He  at- 
tended the  ward  schools  of  that  city  until  he  was  ready  for  admission  to  the 
Central  High  School,  in  1854,  when  his  parents  moved  to  Mercer  County. 
There  he  was  for  several  years  engaged  in  farming,  and  also  clerked  in  a 
country  store. 

In  1858  young  Morrison  came  to  Pittsburg,  entered  a  business  house  as 
errand  boy,  and  in  a  short  time  was  promoted  to  be  a  salesman.  At  the 
outbreak  of  the  war  in  1861,  he  threw  up  his  position,  returned  to  Mercer 
County,  and  enlisted,  along  with  two  of  his  brothers,  in  the  One  Hundredth 
Regiment,  Pennsylvania  Volunteers,  better  known  as  the  "  Roundheads." 
The  young  volunteer  took  part  with  his  regiment  in  a  series  of  hard-fought 
campaigns,  including  the  South  Carolina  campaign  of  1861,  Bull  Run, 
Chantilly,  South  Mountain,  Antietam,  the  siege  of  Vicksburg,  and  Burn- 
side's  brilliant  campaign  in  Tennessee.  In  March,  1863,  he  was  made  ser- 
geant-major, and  in  May  of  the  same  year  he  was  commissioned  Second 
Lieutenant  of  his  company. 

In  December,  1863,  the  old  "Roundheads"  re-enlisted,  and  afterwards, 
as  a  part  of  the  Grand  Army  of  the  Potomac,  participated  in  the  stirring 
conflicts  of  1864,  under  Grant  and  Meade.  In  nearly  all  the  battles  of  that 
exciting  period  Captain  Morrison  was  actively  engaged,  and  no  braver 
soldier  than  he  fought  under  the  Union  flag. 

On  his  return  from  the  army.  Captain  Morrison  resumed  business  in 
Pittsburg,  and  made  his  mark  among  the  substantial  men  of  the  city.  He 
represented  the  Fifth  Legislative  District  in  the  lower  branch  of  the  General 
Assembly  in  the  sessions  of  1881  and  1883,  and  subsequently  served  as 
Journal  Clerk  and  Chief  Clerk  of  the  House. 

When  the  success  of  the  Republican  State  ticket  was  threatened,  owing 
to  the  Bardsley  scandal  in  Philadelphia,  Captain  Morrison  and  General 
Gregg,  both  old  soldiers  and  men  of  conceded  integrity,  were  selected  as  the 
party's  candidates  for  State  Treasurer  and  Auditor  General  respectively,  and 
the  confidence  reposed  in  them  by  their  fellow-citizens  found  expression  in 
a  plurality  of  over  54,000  votes. 

Captain  Morrison  is  a  great  favorite  with  the  "boys  in  blue."  He  be- 
longs to  the  Patterson  Post,  No.  88,  G.  A.  R.,  and  to  No.  6,  Union  Veteran 
Legion,  of  Allegheny.  He  has  also  held  a  commission  in  the  Fourteenth 
Regiment,  N.  G.  P.,  and  has  been  Captain  and  Aide-de-camp  on  the  staff 
of  General  Beaver. 


In  the  upper  branch  of  Councils  there's  a 

stately-looking  chap, 
Who  is  never  in  the  background  when 

discussions  are  on  tap  ; 
His  spectacles,  his  features  and  his  figure 

trim  and  neat 
Are  done  up  in  our  picture  with  fidelity 

complete. 

When  a  youth  he  graduated  at  the  High 

School  on  the  hill, 
And   subbed  for  a  professor   there  with 

some  degree  of  skill ; 
But  he  didn't  stick  to  teaching,  for  he 

hoped  to  be  a  star 
Shining  bright  among  the  legal  lights  that 

sparkle  at  the  bar. 

That  he  didn't  fail  to  sparkle  everybody 

will  admit, 
For  he  studied  like  a  Trojan  and  had  lots 

of  ready  wit. 
He  got  Blackstone  at  his  fingers'   ends 

and  wasn't  such  a  jay. 
If  a  knotty  point  confused  him,  as  to  give 

himself  away. 

In  his  leisure  hours  at  politics  he  took  a 
quiet  whack. 

And  sometimes  for  an  office  ran  when  can- 
didates were  slack ; 


He  thought  he'd  make  the  landing  in 
some  high  "posish"  at  last. 

So  he  practiced  making  speeches  of  a 
solid  Stalwart  cast. 

The  Pennsylvania  Senate  seemed  to  be 
about  his  size. 

But  he  couldn't  make  the  riffle,  to  his  in- 
finite surprise ; 

So  he  nowadays  consoles  himself  by  stir- 
ring up  a  scare 

With  Pickwickian  withdrawals  as  a  candi- 
date for  May'r. 

His  chance  of  being  elected  May'r  is  not 

a  certain  thing. 
Since  he  hasn't  got  a  record  of  devotion 

to  the  ring ; 
For  he's  quite  a  soHd  Christian  of  the 

hard-shell  U.  P.  brand, 
And   in  shady  ring   transactions  doesn't 

care  to  take  a  hand. 

There's  what  comes  of  being  honest  in 
this  cussed  crooked  town, 

A  decent  chap  can't  hope  to  gain  political 
renown ; 

And  the  wonder  is,  accordingly,  a  Chris- 
tian man  to  meet 

Who  can  hold  his  grip,  hke  this  one,  on 
a  Councilmanic  seat. 

4) 


JOHN  S.  LAMBIE. 


PUBLIC  recognition  in  a  measure  above  the  ordinary  and  in  many  fields 
has  come  to  John  S.  Lambie,  the  well  known  Pittsburg  attorney,  as  the 
reward  of  a  life  of  earnest  and  well-directed  effort.  He  is  equally  prominent 
as  a  barrister,  as  a  popular  representative  in  Councils,  as  a  public  speaker, 
and  as  a  leader  among  the  veterans  of  the  war. 

Mr.  Lambie  was  born  in  the  old  Sixth,  now  the  Eighth  ward,  Pittsburg, 
November  i,  1843,  and  lived  for  a  time  in  what  was  formerly  the  borough 
of  Birmingham.  He  graduated  from  the  Central  High  School  in  1862,  and 
then  applied  himself  to  the  study  of  law  with  the  firm  of  Marshall  &  Brown. 
Upon  the  dissolution  of  that  firm,  Mr.  Lambie  became  associated  with  A.  M. 
Brown,  in  connection  with  whom  he  has  been  practising  law  since  his  ad- 
mission to  the  bar  in  1865. 

In  July,  1864,  he  enlisted  in  the  193d  Regiment,  Pennsylvania  Volun- 
teers, under  Colonel  J.  B.  Clark,  for  100  days,  and  served  honorably  for  six 
months. 

Except  during  his  short  period  of  residence  in  Birmingham,  Mr.  Lambie 
has  always  lived  in  the  Eighth  ward.  In  1876,  he  was  elected  to  represent 
that  district  in  Select  Council,  and  he  has  been  re-elected  seven  times,  six 
times  unanimously.  His  voice  and  influence  always  make  themselves  felt  in 
Councilmanic  proceedings,  and  few  subjects  of  importance  come  up  without 
bringing  into  play  his  eloquence  and  lawyer-like  adroitness  in  argument. 

He  has  always  been  a  Republican ;  voted  the  first  time  for  Lincoln  in 
1864,  and  has  since  been  a  uniformly  faithful  worker  for  his  party.  His 
services  as  a  stump  speaker  are  enlisted  in  all  important  campaigns,  and  he 
has  been  a  member  of  nearly  every  County  Convention  for  years,  and  of  sev- 
eral State  Conventions.  The  Tariff  Club  counts  him  among  its  most  honored 
members. 

Mr.  Lambie  is  Past  Commander  of  Post  3,  G.  A.  R.,  and  stands  in  high 
repute  with  his  comrades.  He  is  a  consistent  member  of  the  United  Pres- 
byterian Church,  and  illustrates  by  his  life  the  solid  worth  of  practical 
Christianity. 

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JOSEPH  WALTON. 


Sing  yeo,  heave  ho, 

When  the  stormy  breezes  blow 
And  the  waves  run  mountains  high; 

When  there's  danger  on  the  larboard 

And  destruction  on  the  starboard 
And  hard-a-port  the  breakers  fiy, 

Then  with  telescope  in  hand 

And  an  aspect  of  command, 
In  language  to  the  point,  though  brief, 

Come  directions  for  salvation, 

Clearing  up  the  situation, 
From  the  Lord  High  Admiral-in-Chief. 

Does  he  navigate  the  brine 

Round  the  equinoctial  line 
Or  the  ice-clogged  southern  main? 

Does  he  wrestle  with  the  frantic. 

Foaming  waves  of  the  Atlantic, 
Or  cruise  along  the  coast  of  Spain? 

No — abroad  is  not  the  place 

Where  to  danger  he  gives  chase. 
And  promises  to  come  to  grief; 

On  the  rivers  right  around  us 

Do  the  naval  feats  astound  us 
Of  the  Lord  High  Admiral-in-Chief. 

Ancient  mariners  describe 

Him  as  oldest  of  the  tribe. 
Half  a  century  a  riverman  he's  been; 

And  with  stories  of  his  fleet 

He's  alarmingly  replete, 
And  endless  are  the  yarns  he's  prone  to  spin. 


He  will  tell  of  nights  of  woe, 
When  the  smoke-stacks  had  to  go, 

And  all  hands  were  piped  the  sails  to  reef. 
While  each  eye  with  tear-drops  glistens. 
Which  are  drawn  by  reminiscence 

From  the  Lord  High  Admiral-in-Chief. 

Very  great  has  been  his  luck  : 

Though  occasionally  stuck 
On  a  sandbank  or  smashed  against  the  pier 

Of  a  bridge,  he's  wont  to  make 

Quite  a  comfortable  stake 
From  the  shipments  that  he  sends  away  from  here. 

Never  yet  has  pirate  king 

Tried  his  funny  work  to  spring 
On  the  coal  tows — rich  booty  for  a  thief — 

So  that  fortune  rarely  wavers 

In  concentering  her  favors 
On  the  Lord  High  Admiral  in-Chief. 

Riches  now  he  has  galore. 

And  upon  him  still  they  pour; 
Commercially  he's  rated  at  the  top. 

He's  ruler  of  a  bank, 

And  has  high  official  rank 
In  'most  every  paying  "  spec  "  that's  gotten  up. 

Though  old  sailors  mostly  swear. 

This  'un  hies  himself  to  prayer 
Where  the  Methodists  find  solace  and  relief 

On  North  avenue,  and  truly 

Few  can  worship  more  true  bluely 
Than  the  Lord  High  Admiral-in-Chief. 

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A.  J.  EDWARDS. 


Good-looking?     You  bet!     He's  a  pearl      The  political  bosses  received  him  with  joy, 


without  price, 
As  fair  as  a  lily  and  ten  times  as  nice. 
A  susceptible  chap,  and  a  bachelor,  too  ; 
Now,  girls,  here's  the  chance  of  a  lifetime 

for  you. 


And  gave  him  a  job  in  the  county's  em- 
ploy, 

And  his  pull  at  elections  being  soon  recog- 
nized. 

The  industrial  census  he  next  supervised. 


Who  is  he  ?     Well,  that  we're  not  giving  When  the  census  was  over  he  didn't  get 

away ;  left, 

He's  young,  but  he's  cUmbed  fairly  high  'Twouldn't  do  to  go  back  on  a  chap  of  his 

in  his  day.  heft. 

Suffice  it  to  say  that  his  ancestry  hails  An  appointment  he  got,  with  his  usual  luck. 

From  some  place  with  a  name  that's  jaw-  As  left  bow'r  to  a  federal  high  muck-a- 

breaking,  in  Wales.  muck. 


With   the  aid  of  the  Welshmen   he   first  To  give  him   his  due,  we  are  bound   to 

blossomed  forth,  confess, 

And  worked  the  eisteddfods  for  all  he  was  He's  "enveloped"  in  glory  and  "stamped" 

worth.  with  success. 

For  speakmg  at  blow-outs  he  had  such  a  His  '•'  address  "  is  perfection,  he's  truer 

knack  than  steel, 

That  he  soon  got  the  soHd  Welsh  vote  at  And  his  future  is  marked  with  prosperity's 

his  back.  "  seal." 

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Here's  a  thoroughbred  Scoth-Irishman,  as  solid 

as  a  rock, 
He  inherits  all  the  ear-marks  of  a  Puritanic  stock, 
In  business  he's  the  boy  that's  up  to  every  turn 

and  trick; 
If  you  want  to  drive  him  crazy,  just  mistake  him 

for  a  "  Mick." 

'Tis  in  rocky  county  Antrim  that  his  clan  is  to  be 

found. 
At   Culbrim    near    Ballymoney   is   their   famous 

stamping  ground; 
There  his  boyhood's  days  he  spent  and  useful 

knowledge  he  amassed. 
Till  he  got  a  start  at  clerking  in  the  city  of  Belfast. 


In  the  interim,  he  hasn't  failed  to  get  a  solid  grip 
On  what   humorists  are  wont   to  call  the  art  of 

statesmanship, 
And  with   characteristic  shrewdness  he  in  time 

achieved  the  feat 
Of  holding  up  the  voters  for  a  Councilmanic  seat. 

Of  his  Machiavellian  wisdom  the  high  rollers 
soon  took  note, 

Jimmy  Hunter  came  and  asked  for  his  "  infloo- 
ence,"  and  his  vote, 

"  I'm  with  you,"  cried  our  hero,  and  such  zeal 
he  did  evince. 

That  he's  served  as  Kaiser  Hunter's  chief  lieu- 
tenant ever  since. 


The  smallness  of  his  stipend  made  him  quickly 

change  his  base. 
At  Liverpool  and  at  Glasgow  to  Dame  Fortune  he 

gave  chase, 
But   Fortune    proved   elusive,    and   because    she 

turned  him  down, 
He  made  a  bee-line  right  away  for  Allegheny 

town. 


He  doesn't  sit  in  Councils  now,  but  it  suits  him 

to  be  known 
In   the    mystical   capacity   of  pow'r    behind   the 

throne. 
He  haunts  the  floor  of  Councils  and  the  lobby  he 

pervades. 
Buttonholing    cranky    kickers    and     instructing 

Hunter's  aids. 


Two  and  twenty  years  have  passed  since  then,  and  Some  give  vent  to  the  opinion — you  may  view  it 

all  along  he's  struck  as  you  please — 

Since  landing  in  America  the  very  best  of  luck,  That    he's    one   of    Allegheny's    aggregation   of 
From   a   clerkship  in  a  rolling  mill,  by  industry  Magees, 

and  skill,  Presupposing    sundry    bosses    independently   to 
He  has  risen  to  be  head  and  front  of  an  Alle-  shine, 

gheny  mill.  As  a  ruling  spirit,  anyhow,  he's  always  right  in  line, 

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ROBERT  McAFEE. 


TN  the  political  and  business  circles  of  Allegheny  City,  Robert  McAfee  is 
-*■  a  widely  known  and  active  figure.  He  is  a  native  of  County  Antrim,  in 
the  North  of  Ireland,  and  was  educated  in  Belfast.  After  leaving  school, 
Mr.  McAfee  was  employed  for  two  years  in  a  large  mercantile  establish- 
ment at  Liverpool,  England.  He  went  from  Liverpool  to  Glasgow,  Scot- 
land, where  he  assumed  a  similar  position. 

In  1869,  he  emigrated  to  America  and  settled  in  Allegheny,  assuming 
the  position  of  shipping  clerk  at  the  Wood's  Run  mill  of  the  Oliver  Iron  & 
Steel  Company.  In  1878,  he  became  manager  of  the  mill,  which  position 
he  still  holds. 

Mr.  McAfee  early  identified  himself  with  politics  as  a  member  of  the 
Republican  party.  For  twelve  years  he  served  the  citizens  of  the  Eleventh 
ward  in  Councils,  occupying  during  that  period  the  chairmanship  of  several, 
important  committees.  His  business  ability  and  close  observation  of  public 
affairs  made  him  a  valuable  representative. 

Although  ostensibly  "  out  of  politics,"  Mr.  McAfee  continues  to  be  a" 
power  in  his  district,  and  the  Republican  managers  look  upon  his  services 
as  indispensable. 

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In  history's  page,  if  you've  ever  perused  it,      Though  his  office  is  here,  he  lives  over  the 


'You've  certainly  found  'mid  the  gentle- 
men smart, 
Who    captured    distinction     and     never 
abused  it, 
That  the  Rogers  played  always  a  prom- 
inent part. 
There  was  old  Roger  Ascham,  Elizabeth's 
teacher, 
And  young  Roger  Mortimer,  killed  with 
an  axe  ; 


In  sweet  Allegheny,  where  Quay  has  the 
call, 
And  the  folks  over  there  once  saw  fit  to 
deliver 
The  contract  to  him  to  get  law  for  them 
all. 
As  city  solicitor  great  was  his  service ; 
Good  reason  he  has  to  be  proud  of 
himself; 


Sir  Roger  De  Coverley,  kindly  of  feature.  But  the  thought  of  the  practice  he  lost 

And  Rogers  who  made  some  poetical  made  him  nervous, 

cracks.  And  so  he  gave  over  the  office  to  "  Elph." 

For  McKeesport  he  still  is  the  legal  ad- 

Now  the  cream  of  the  lot  and  their  ulti-  viser, 

mate  essence  And — notice  of  this  'tis  important  to 

Is  living  and  thriving  in  Pittsburg  to-day.  take — 

Behold  him  above,  in  a  state  of  quiescence.  He   was   picked    out    by    Hartranft— no 

The   same  that   photographers   always  choice  could  be  wiser- — 

portray.  A  code  for  all  classes  of  cities  to  make. 

A  lawyer  he  is  with  a  practice  gigantic —  For  the  Leader  he's  counsel,  and  fights 

The  like  of  it  heretofore  never  you  saw.  like  a  lion 

Not  a  rap  does  he  care  for  pretensions  The  Puritan  cranks  and  their  Sunday 

pedantic,  law  craze, 

But  buckles  right  down  to  legitimate  So  you  see,  of  the  R-ogerses  never  a  sciott 

law.  Is  abler  than  he  or  more  worthy  of  ptaise. 

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WILLIAM  B.  RODGERS. 


TN  making  slates  for  judgeship  contests — an  operation  which  affords  special 
■'■  enjoyment  to  lawyer-politicians  and  newspaper  editors — one  of  the  first 
names  to  be  considered  is  always  that  of  William  B.  Rodgers,  ex-City  Solic- 
itor of  Allegheny,  and  noted  throughout  the  county  as  a  well-read,  clear- 
headed and  conscientious  advocate. 

Mr.  Rodgers  was  born  in  the  Fourth  ward  of  Allegheny  City,  June  30, 
1843.  He  attended  the  Fourth  ward  public 'schools,  and  went,  in  1858, 
to  the  Western  University,  and  afterwards  to  Allegheny  City  College,  where 
he  graduated  in  1862.  He  studied  law  in  the  office  of  Judge  Kirkpatrick 
and  John  Mellon,  and  was  admitted  to  practice  in  1866,  since  which  time  he 
has  practised  at  the  Allegheny  County  bar  without  interruption,  acquiring 
an  extensive  and  valuable  clientage. 

From  1870  until  1888  Mr.  Rodgers  was  City  Solicitor  of  Allegheny, 
and  rendered  distinguished  service  in  that  capacity,  and  he  is  now  one  of  the 
solicitors  for  the  city  of  McKeesport.  He  was  a  member  of  the  Municipal 
Commission  appointed  by  Governor  Hartranft  to  prepare  a  code  for  the 
government  of  the  cities  of  the  State.  This  code  was  the  foundation  of  the 
form  of  government  imposed  on  cities  of  the  first  class,  and  on  it  is  based 
also  the  system  now  applied  to  cities  of  the  second  class. 

Mr.  Rogers  has  been  engaged  in  a  large  number  of  cases  of  the  first 
importance. 

The  qualities  to  which  Mr.  Rodgers  owes  his  professional  eminence  are 
briefly  these — studiously  developed  legal  scholarship,  a  keen,  logical  habit 
of  mind,  close  application  to  business,  and  a  scrupulous  regard  for  the  in- 
terests of  his  clients. 

Mr.  Rodgers  was  married  to  Miss  Ada  Mevay,  and  still  lives  in  Alle- 
gheny, as  fortunate  in  his  home  life  as  he  has  been  in  his  profession. 

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Irving,  the  actof-^— that's  what  you'H  say. 

If  your  tastes  are  in  the  dramatic  way. 

Observing  the  facial  traits  embraced 

In  the  portrait  here  by  our  artist  traced  ; 

The  lofty  brow,  the  Norman  nose. 

The  mouth  determined  and  bellicose ; 

The  massive  chin,  the  eagle  eye, 

The  general  air  of  do  or  die  : 

AH  these  at  once  the  beholder  strike 

As  being  decidedly  Irving-like. 

Reader,  we  cannot  tell  a  lie. 
This  is  no  melodramatic  guy. 
Passions  to  tatters  he  does  not  tear. 
Not  sentimentally  saw  the  air. 
Nightly  ovations  he  ne'er  would  seek, 
Nor  expire  eight  times  in  a  single  week, 
(Two  of  those  times  at  matinees)— 
He  hasn't  the  time  for  such  pranks  as  these. 
No,  no  !     Though  an  Irving-like  face  is 

his, 
A  simple  Shoemaker- — that's  what  he  is. 

Seeing  the  trade  that  our  hero's  at, 
'Tis  odd  that  he  never  yet  has  sat 
On  the  bench,  but  steadily  pegs  along. 
Healing   and   patching   when    things   go 

wrong. 
"Tips"  he  suppHes  of  various  sorts, 

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And  he  sometimes  gaily  the  "upper"  couftSj, 
While  if  ever  by  cranks  his  sole  is  tried 
He  boots  them  out  with  an  air  of  pride. 
But  however  he  happens  to  use  his  boot 
The  mark  he  never  can  overshoe-t. 

Need  we  remark  that  his  trade  is  vast. 
Since  he  never  fails  to  stick  to  the  last? 
Customers — chents  he  calls  them — flock 
To  the  place  where  he  keeps  his  wares  in 

stock  ; 
And  judges  passing  upon  the  same 
Their  merit  in  ruling  clear  proclaim  ; 
Aye,  and  the  Governor  of  the  State 
In  '83,  with  discernment  great. 
Made  him  the  deputy,  thoroughly  fit, 
Of  the  man  who  then  had  Harrity's  "sit." 

Of  course,  you  perceive,  he's  a  Democrat, 
Or  he  wouldn't  have  held  that  office  fat. 
And  the  party  rehes  on  his  active  brain 
In  a  national  or  State  campaign  ; 
For,  bless  you,  this  Shoemaker's  fit  to  teach 
Old  Gladstone  himself  to  make  a  speech. 
And,  the  fact  no  longer  we'll  hide  from  view, 
He  happens  to  be  a  barrister,  too, 
Which  accounts  in  part  for  the  liberties 

great 
That  we've  taken  with  Irving's  dupHcate, 

2) 


JOHN  C.  SHOEMAKER. 


JOHN  CRESSVVELL  SHOEMAKER,  an  attorney  of  State  reputation 
and  a  personage  of  considerable  prominence  in  Democratic  politics, 
was  born  at  Academia,  Pa.,  April  7,  1857.  He  was  educated  at  Tuscarora 
Academy,  Chambersburg  Academy  and  Lafayette  College,  graduating  from 
the  latter  institution  in  the  class  of  1877. 

Mr.  Shoemaker's  adaptability  for  the  legal  profession  early  manifested 
itself.  Immediately  after  taking  his  degree  he  began  reading  law  in  Cham- 
bersburg with  Hon.  J.  McDowell  Sharpe,  under  whose  tuition  he  gained  a 
thorough  knowledge  of  jurisprudence.  He  was  admitted  to  the  bar  of 
Franklin  County  on  September  i,  1879,  and  in  March,  1881,  he  was  ad- 
mitted to  practice  in  Allegheny  County. 

Within  a  short  time,  Mr.  Shoemaker  built  up  a  large  connection  here, 
his  mental  endowments  and  excellent  social  qualities  receiving  prompt  re- 
cognition from  a  community  which  is  always  quick  to  recognize  personal 
worth.  From  January  22,  1883,  to  February  i,  1887,  he  served  as  Deputy 
Secretary  of  the  Commonwealth  of  Pennsylvania  under  Governor  Pattison, 
and  fulfilled  the  duties  of  that  office  with  credit.  Since  then  he  has  carried 
on  a  remunerative  law  practice  in  Pittsburg. 

Mr.  Shoemaker  is  a  model  Democrat,  possessing  strong  political  con- 
victions and  acting  upon  them  with  unbroken  consistency.  Since  the  erec- 
tion of  a  one-man  power  in  his  party  in  this  State,  he  has  cast  his  lot  with 
the  anti-administration  Democrats,  and  is  now  concerned  with  ex-Senator 
Wallace,  William  M,  Stenger  and  others,  in  a  movement  for  reform  within 
the  party, 

(293) 


This  good  humored  looking  party. 
Lusty,  big-mustached,  and  hearty, 
And  developed  Uke  a  gladiatorial  Greek, 
Greek,  Greek, 
As  a  sample  always  passes 
Of  the  truly  rural  classes. 
For  he  hails  from  somewhere  out  near 
Turtle  Creek,  Creek,  Creek. 


From  'most  every  hill  and  valley 
Rustic  voters  round  him  rally 
When  some  office  to  corral  he  makes  a 
start,  start,  start ; 
Hence  he's  long  been  coadjutor 
To  the  public  prosecutor. 
And  in  county  cases  takes  an  active  part, 
part,  part. 


There  he's  plowed  full  many  an  acre. 
And  beat  all  as  a  Haymaker — 
So  at  least  he  says  when  votes  he  wants  to 
catch,  catch,  catch. 
But  for  all  he  is  a  Granger, 
We  should  think  there  would  be  danger 
In  permitting  him  to  boss  a  garden  patch, 
patch,  patch. 


When  the  higher-up  position 
Was  vacated,  his  ambition 
At  the  prospect  of  promotion  took  a  leap, 
leap,  leap. 
But  his  nose  it  was  disjointed, 
For  one  "Clarry"  was  appointed. 
And  the  swear  words  of  his  Jags  were  loud 
and  deep,  deep,  deep. 


For  since  manhood  he  attained  to, 
Legal  practice  he's  been  chained  to. 
Caring  nothing  for  the  labors  of  the  farm, 
farm,  farm  ; 
Crops  with  loathing  he  discusses. 
Hayseed  weather  lore  he  cusses. 
But  in  nursing  high  ambition  finds  a  charm, 
charm,  charm. 


Where  is  now  his  royal  prestige? 
One  would  think  that  not  a  vestige 
Of  the   same  remained   since  "Clarry" 
knocked  him  flat,  flat,  flat — 
But,  look  out ! — the  rural  regions 
Now  are  sending  in  their  legions 
To  elect  a  Straight-out  or  a  Democrat, 
'crat,  'crat. 


(294) 


JAMES  C.  HAYMAKER. 


THE  responsible  duty  of  overseeing  and  instructing  the  grand  jurors  of 
Allegheny  County  is  in  the  hands  of  James  C.  Haymaker,  the  cap- 
able Assistant  District  Attorney,  and  Mr.  Haymaker's  face  is,  therefore,  a 
familiar  one  to  all  who  have  occasion  to  get  into  the  latitude  of  a  "true  bill" 
or  an  "ignoramus."  The  Cerberus  of  the  grand  jury  room  was  born  near 
Turtle  Creek,  in  Patton  township,  this  county,  September  2,  1853.  He  re- 
ceived a  good  education,  completing  his  studies  at  the  Laird  Institute,  Mur- 
raysville.  Pa.  His  brother,  J.  S.  Haymaker,  was  already  a  practising  attor- 
ney, and  with  him  the  young  man  read  law.  On  July  17,  1885,  Mr. 
Haymaker  was  admitted  to  the  bar,  and  at  once  entered  upon  the  general 
practice  of  his  profession.  While  building  up  his  clientage  he  incidentally 
interested  himself  in  Republican  politics,  and  acquired  a  strong  following. 
Hence,  when,  in  1887,  he  announced  himself  as  a  candidate  for  Assistant 
District  Attorney,  his  claims  were  recognized  by  the  local  leaders,  and  he 
secured  his  election  without  difficulty. 

On  the  death  of  District  Attorney  Richard  H.  Johnston  in  1891,  Mr. 
Haymaker  was  prominently  mentioned  for  promotion,  and,  in  fact,  received 
the  votes  of  some  of  the  judges,  to  whom  the  law  entrusted  the  election  of 
a  temporary  incumbent.  Clarence  Burleigh  secured  the  office,  however, 
and  was  subsequently  endorsed  by  the  people,  through  the  efforts  of  the 
famous  "non-partisan"  combination  of  Republican  and  Democratic  politi- 
cians. 

The  situation  was  accepted  gracefully  by  Mr.  Haymaker,  and  he  is 
considered  accordingly  to  be  fairly  in  line  for  promotion  when  the  next 
opportunity  occurs. 

(295  ) 


Like  the  ancient  colossus  the  chroniclers  mention, 

Which  straddled  a  channel  and  tow'red  to  the 
skies, 
The  subject  here  pictured,  beyond  contravention, 

Though  he  straddles  no  strait,  is  a  corker  in 
size. 
As  he  walks  on  the  highway  with  bearing  defiant. 

His  air  and  his  stature  are  vastly  admired. 
And  the  populace  murmurs,  "  Get  onto  the  giant 

Chief  Justice  of  Bayardstown — lately  retired." 

To  look  at  him  now,  with  his  aspect  so  lofty, 

A  solid  Muldoon  from  his  head  to  his  toes. 
That  in  earlier  times  as  a  mill  hand  full  oft  he 

Worked  hard  at  a  furnace  you'd  scarcely  sup- 
pose; 
Yet  such  is  the  fact,  and  he's  proud  to  descant  on 

The  way  that  he  formerly  toiled  and  perspired. 
Building  up  the  prospectively  big,  adamantine 

Chief  Justice  of  Bayardstown — lately  retired. 

He  was  first  known  to  fame  as  a  Democrat  sturdy 
In    Bayardstown's    precincts    controlling    the 
boys; 
Then  he  came  out  for  Squire  and,  as  no  one  de- 
murred, he 
Was  chosen  the  scales  of  Dame  Justice  to  poise. 
This  he  did  in  such  elegant  style  that  the  fellows 
Who  might  have  been  kickers  were  duly  in- 
spired 
With  respect   for  the  hefty,  big-bodied  and  zeal- 
ous 
Chief  Justice  of  Bayardstown— lately  retired. 

(2 


On    fine  summer    evenings   the   boys  would   all 
muster 
In  cane-seated  chairs  round  his  honor's  front 
door. 
And  gathering  there  in  a  sociable  cluster. 

They'd  set  up  political  jobs  by  the  score. 
In   his   own   chair  of  state  the  "confabs "  super- 
vising, 
A  toby's  aroma  he  gently  respired. 
And  nobody  thought  of  opposing  the  rising 
Chief  Justice  of  Bayardstown — lately  retired. 

Four  terms  he  put  in,  but,  alas,  for  his  laurels  ! 

The  ring  had  a  man  with  an  eye  on  the  place; 
So  they  managed  to  stir  up  some  factional  quar- 
rels. 
And  finally  froze  him  right  out  of  the  race. 
There   was    weeping  and  wailing  and   plentiful 
gnashing 
Of  teeth  when  folks  found  that  His  Honor  wa.s 
fired; 
Who'd  have  thought  cruel  fate  would  have  jumped 
on  the  dashing 
Chief  Justice  of  Bayardstown — lately  retired? 

Now,  the  Squire  is  no  slouch,  and  though  stripped 
of  his  function. 

Not  a  tittle  of  dignity  did  he  abate. 
But,  near  his  successor,  with  little  compunction. 

Set  up  as  a  dealer  in  real  estate. 
Success  has  attended  his  enterprise  spunky; 

Of  boodle  a  snug  little  pile  he's  acquired; 
And  he  still  is  the  same  old  majestic  and  hunky 

Chief  Justice  of  Bayardstown — lately  retired. 

96) 


CORNELIUS  J.    O'DONNELL. 


RESIDENTS  of  the  Ninth  and  Tenth  wards,  composing  the  district  for- 
merly known  as  Bayardstown,  look  up  to  ex-alderman  C.  J.  O'Donnell 
as  the  Nestor  of  the  neighborhood,  an  unerring  authority  on  matters  of  law 
and  politics,  and  a  trusty  adviser  in  all  the  affairs  of  life.  Twenty  years' 
service  as  magistrate  and  a  familiar  acquaintance  with  every  man,  woman 
and  child  within  the  limits  of  his  old  bailiwick,  form  the  basis  of  the  Squire's 
title  to  paternal  supremacy,  the  validity  of  which  is  rarely  questioned. 

The  Squire  was  born  in  Donegal,  Butler  County,  February  2,  1831. 
He  attended  the  common  schools  and,  as  soon  as  he  was  old  enough,  sup- 
plemented his  studies  with  outdoor  work,  the  fruits  of  which  are  still  visible 
in  his  erect  figure  and  magnificent  physique.  In  1852  he  came  to  Pittsburg 
and  worked  in  a  rolling  mill  as  a  puddler  and  as  a  roller.  He  stayed  at  this 
work  until  1864,  when  he  enlisted  as  a  sergeant  in  the  77th  Regiment,  Penn- 
sylvania Volunteer  Infantry.  After  one  year's  service  he  was  honorably 
discharged. 

In  1866  he  was  appointed  government  oil  inspector,  and  served  one 
year,  when  the  office  was  abolished.  Subsequently  he  was  appointed  in- 
ternal revenue  storekeeper,  being  the  first  appointee  to  that  position  in  the 
United  States.  After  an  incumbency  of  fourteen  months,  he  resigned  the 
office. 

In  1869  he  was  elected  alderman  of  the  Ninth  ward,  in  which  capacity, 
as  already  stated,  he  continued  for  twenty  years,  performing  his  magisterial 
duties  to  the  entire  satisfaction  of  his  constituency.  He  was  sent  to  Council 
in  1864,  and  for  many  years  he  acted  as  treasurer  of  the  Ralston  School 
Board. 

Squire  O'Donnell  is  now  in  the  real  estate  and  insurance  business  on 
Penn  avenue  near  Twelfth  street.  He  does  business  as  a  soldiers'  claim 
agent,  is  engaged  in  settling  up  estates,  and  is  frequently  selected  by  court 
to  act  as  administrator.      He  is  also  a  director  in  the  City  Savings  Bank. 

The  Squire  is  a  faithful  exponent  of  Jacksonian  principles,  and  is  never 
found  wanting  in  important  political  campaigns.  His  absolute  integrity  and 
straightforwardness  and  his  kindly  disposition  make  him  a  general  favorite, 
and  his  reputation  as  a  worthy  citizen  extends  to  all  quarters  of  the  county. 

(297) 


PROF.    GEORGE   J.    LUCKEY. 


You  should  hear  him  at  institute  powwows 

Orate  with  Demosthenic  vim  ; 
All  creation  must  go  to  the  bowwows, 

You  would  think,  if  it  wasn't  for  him. 
At  argument  he's  a  first-rater. 

His  eloquence  every  one  charms ; 
There's  no  discount  on  this  educator. 

He's   the   pet   of  the   gushing   school 
marms. 

He's  disposed  to  admire  innovation 
And  imports  every  fad  from  the  east ; 

He  puffs  up  the  "New  Education," 

And  is  glad  that  the  Speller's  deceased. 

He  has  rivals  who  fiercely  assail  him, 
But  nothing  his  spirit  alarms, 


For  there's  one  thing  that  never  can  fail 
him — 
He's   the   pet   of   the   gushing   school 
marms. 

There  are  cranks,  too,  who  sometimes  at- 
tack him 
And  claim  he's  not  fit  for  the  place, 
That  he's  got  politicians  to  back  him 

And  is  really  a  very  hard  case. 
Does  he  mind  them  ?    Not  much,  for  he's 
plucky ; 
No  abuse  his  soHdity  harms. 
And  always  in  this  he  is  lucky — 

He's   the   pet  of   the   gushing   school 
marms. 


(298) 


THE  DOG  SHOW. 

With  basso  bow-wows  and  soprano  ki-yis, 

Come  the  canines  of  goodly  array. 
Every  one  of  them  looking  dead  sure  of  a 
prize 
At  the  dog  show  that's  starting  to-day. 
The  racket  prodigious 
Sounds  just  like  a  hideous 
Machine  without  oil  in  its  cogs  ; 
But  the  noise  and  the  flurry 
Don't  anywise  worry 
The  people  who  go  to  the  dogs. 

Tis  a  picnic  to  gaze  on  those  blue-blooded 
"purps," 
Penitentially  boxed  up  and  chained  ; 
No  mongrel  a  footing  among  them  usurps, 
They're  of  lineage  pure  and  unstained. 
Some  in  nakedness  enter, 
While  some  round  their  centre 
Wear  flannel  and  similar  togs  ; 
And  from  firstly  to  lastly 
The  whole  tickles  vastly 
The  people  who  go  to  the  dogs. 

Look  at  Mr.  St.  Bernard — ten  thousand's 
his  price. 
And  he  seems  well  aware  of  the  same  ; 
To  rescue  the  trav'ler  from    snow-drifts 
and  ice 
Is  a  practice  to  which  he  lays  claim. 
But  on  such  circumstances 
He's  taking  no  chances  ; 
Through  life  he  luxuriously  jogs, 
Finding  lots  of  employment 
In  giving  enjoyment 
To  the  people  who  go  to  the  dogs. 


There's  the  bandy-legged  bull-dog  as  ugly 
as  sin, 
Who  makes  people  feel  glad  that  he's 
tied ; 
The  wolf-hound  from  Russia,  quite  shaggy 
and  thin. 
And  the  Dachshund,  that's  Germany's 
pride. 
There  are  greyhounds  attractive, 
And  lap  dogs  inactive, 
That  lie  in  their  kennels  like  logs  ; 
Little  terriers  barking. 
And  poodles  skylarking 
With  people  who  go  to  the  dogs. 

(299) 


Now,  observing  these  animals,  all   must 
confess 
An  impression  peculiar  prevails  ; 
It  sticks  out  in  the  vocal  display  of  dis- 
tress 
And  the  fidgety  wagging  of  tails. 
All  would  seem  to  be  swearing 
At  mortals  for  staring 
As  though  they  were  catde  or  hogs  ; 
When  they  think  themselves  greater 
And  morally  straighter 
Than  people  who  go  to  the  dogs. 


GEO.  WASHINGTON. 
This  is  G.  Wash., 

As  you  may  see, 
A-chopping  down 
The  cherry  tree. 

His  hatchet  keen 
He  firmly  grips. 

And  deals  the  tree 
Some  awful  chips. 

Soon  will  approach 
His  parent  grim, 

With  hefty  club 
Prepared  for  him. 

But  George  will  look 
Him  in  the  eye. 

And  say  "  I  can 
Not  tell  a  lie." 

With  this  remark 
The  cunning  lad 

Will  paralyze 
His  angry  dad. 

Who  thereupon, 
With  tears  of  joy. 

Will  drop  the  club 
And  hug  the  boy. 

The  moral's  plain  : 
Small  boys  should  try 

To  put  it  on 

Their  parent's  eye. 

So  let  us  drain 
A  friendly  horn, 

For  on  this  day 
G.  Wash,  was  born. 


INDEX. 


PAGE 

A. 

Arnheim,  Daniel .  258 

Arnholt,  Dr.  M.  A.  ,    .•  .    .    .    .    .    .100 

Arons,  Bernard  E 68 

B. 

Barchfeld,  Dr.  A.  J 48 

Barnes,  Thomas 230 

Batchelor,  Capt.  Chas.  W.  .    .    .    .    .  98 

Bayne,  Hon.  Thos,  M.    ......  128 

Beinhauer,  F.  C.  .   ■ 200 

Bengough,  H.  H.    .    . 30 

Bigelow,  E.  M 17 

Brennen,  W.  J 163 

Brown,  Capt.  S.  S 44 

Brown,  James 235 

Brown,  J.  0 125 

Brown,  Major  A.  M.    . 122 

Bruening,  F.  H 170 

C. 
Carnegie,  Andrew    ........      5 

Casey,  T.  D. 106 

Christy,  B.  C 50 

Cochrane,  A.  P 74 

Cohen,  Josiah 84 

CoUier,  Judge  F.  H 8 

Connelly,  W.  C 234 

Cox,  John  F 104 

D. 

Dabbs,  B.  L.  H 232 

Dalzell,  Hon.  John 6 

Davis,  John  J 130 

Dravo,  Captain  J.  F 38 

Druitt,  T.  P 127 

(30 


PAGE 

E. 

Edwards,  A.  J 287 

Ehlers,  Charles 251 

Elliott,  R.  C 126 

Elphinstone,  George    . 94 

English,  H.  D.  VV 112 

Evans,  Joseph 88 

F. 

Fagan,  Charles  A 192 

Ferguson,  J.  Scott 274 

Fetterman,  Charles  S 160 

Fisher,  Prof.  H.  W 242 

Fitzsimraons,  James 262 

Flannery,  John  J 60 

Fleming,  George  S 194 

Flinn,  Philip  S 246 

Flinn,  William 129 

Foley,.  Patrick 148 

Ford,  H.  P 40 

Ford,  W.  R 244 

Foster,  Dr.  D.  G -  32 

G, 

Gill,  Charles  S 226 

Gittings,  Prof.  Joseph 155 

Graham,  Wilham  H 172 

Grier,  James  A 28 

Gripp,  John 269 

Guenther,  Prof.  William 277 

Guffey,  James  M 202 

Guffey,  W.  S 108 

Gulick,  R.  M 34 

H. 
Handel,  Herman 132 

o 


302 


INDEX. 


PAGE 

Haney,  John  W 176 

Hannigan,  Michael 257 

Haymaker,  John  C 294 

Hays,  Gilbert  A 222 

Heinrichs,  Ernest  H 142 

Henri cks,  John  R 144 

Hill,  George  B 228 

Hirsch,  Isaac  E 70 

HoUiday,  George  L.    .......  210 

Howley,  Joseph 80 

Howley,  William  E 220 

Hunter,  James  .    , 131 

J. 

Jacobs,  M.  N 198 

Jennings,  Dr.  R.,  Jr.    ......    .  208 

Jiles,  John  W 150 

Jillson,  Prof.  B.  C 240 

Jones,  B.  F 265 

K. 

Keating,  A.  F 124 

Keech,  W.  H 212 

Kennedy,  E.  S 78 

Kennedy,  W.  M 204 

King,  Byron  W 196 

Klein,  Max 42 

L. 

Lambie,  John  S 284 

Lee,  John 56 

Logan,  A.  J 206 

Luckey,  George  J 298 

M. 

Madden,  George  A .    .    .158 

Maginn,  E 188 

Marrow,  John 224 

Marshall,  Thomas  M 18 

Marvin,  S.  S.    ..........  270 

McAfee,  Robert  ........  288 

McAleese,  John 2x6 


PAGE 

McAllister,  Rev.  David 9 

McCargo,  David 250 

McCaughtry,  J.  F 136 

McCollum,  Prof.  J.  R 241 

McCormick,  L.  C 168 

McDowell,  Heber 152 

McGuire,  J.J 116 

McKean,  James  S 20 

McKenna,  Charles  "F 46 

McKnight,  James 114 

McLaughHn,  E.  J 186 

McShane,  J.  Leo    ........     64 

Mead,  Morris  W 72 

Menjou,  Albert 66 

Meyer,  Henry 76 

Miscellaneous  ....        299 

Moeser,  H.  B 218 

Moore,  Samuel  E 266 

Morrison,  Capt.  John  W.    .....  282 

Morrow,  Andrew 162 

Morrow,  E.  S 16 

Mugele,  Fred 166 

Murdoch,  Hugh  J 22 

Murphy,  John  R 89 

N. 
Newell,  John .  138 

O. 

Obernauer,  Herman 182 

O'Donnell,  Cornelius .  296 

O'Donnell,  John  C.  •    •    ' 90 

O'Mara,  Roger 276 

O'Neill,  John no 

Over,  Judge  J.  W 2  78 

P. 

Paisley,  Samuel  T 146 

Paul,  Harry 12 

Phipps,  Henry,  Jr 243 

Piatt,  James  W 190 

Pitcairn,  Robert 272 

Porter,  L.  K 92 


INDEX. 


303 


Q. 


Queen,  Emmet 


Succop,  Charles  E 54 

180      Sullivan,  Charles  A 96 


R. 


Reed,  Judge  J.  H 280 

Rinehart,  Prof.  E.  E 264 

Reisfar,  Charles 256 

Robertson,  A.  C 236 

Rodgers,  W.  B 290 

Rowan,  John 62 

Rowand,  Arch.  H.,  Jr.  ......    .  260 


Sauer,  John 120 

Scanlon,  T.  M 248 

Scott,  James  B 252 

Shannon,  P.  M 26 

Shiras,  George,  III 102 

Shoemaker,  John  C 292 

Silverman,  J.  H 1^4 

Slagle,  Judge  J.  F 279 

Smith,  E.  D 24 

Steele,  John  F 134 

Stillvvagon,  VV.  C 52 

Stone,  Hon.  W.  A 14 


T. 
Torrance,  F.  J 254 

V. 

Verner,  Murray 156 

Von  Bonnhorst,  George  M 1 84 

W. 

Wallace,  Thomas  J 178 

Walton,  Joseph 286 

Watson,  H.  T 164 

Watterson,  A.  V.  D 58 

Weihe,  William 88 

Weir,  James  G 214 

Weis,  Prof.  B 133 

Wertheimer,  Emanuel 82 

Williams,  H.  W nS 

Willson,  B.  C 86 

Wishart,  Captain  A 154 

Witherow,  William 10 

Woodside,  Samuel  P 238 

Wright,  William ■^s 

Wylie,  Dr.  C.  C 140 


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