The Onlooker

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Title: The Onlooker, Volume 1, Part 2
Author: Various
Editor: Alfred Henry Lewis
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=The Onlooker=
Alfred Henry Lewis Editor
Vol. I NEW YORK, MAY 28, 1902 Part 2
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"Sir Oliver, we live in a dammed wicked world, and the fewer we praise the better."
--Sir Peter Teazle.
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=The Onlooker=

The Onlooker
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CONTENTS
THE CASUAL CLUB
Tammany and Its Missing Funds--Mr. Nixon and his Failure--Mr. Carroll's Troubles with Mr. Croker--The Latter Gone for Good
POETRY
AS YOU LIKE IT Fielders
Who Loves a Lord?--Killing for Futurity--Mistake in Vocation--Foreign Devils Again--Heaven or Hell--Adam a Myth--Hurrah for Noah--Callow Judgment--Champagne and "Champagne"
THE PLAY Jaques
LADY BETTY'S COMMENT Betty Stair
DRIFT OF THE DAY Skirving
THAT SMUGGLED SILK By the Old Lobbyist
Copyrighted by The Observer Publishing Co., 1902
The Observer Publishing Company Mercantile Library Building Astor Place, New York City

=The Onlooker=
Vol. I MAY 28, 1902 Part 2

=The Casual Club=
On last Thursday evening the Casual Club was gathered about a corner table in Sherry's. The great room was beautiful, the music brilliant, the setting and table appointments magnificent, and the dinner all that might be asked. There came but one thing to grieve the tempers of our members--the service was slip-shod, inattentive, vile. One wonders that so splendid an arrangement should be left unguarded in the most important particular of service; that Sherry, when he has done so much, should permit himself to be foiled of a last result by an idle carelessness of waiters, who if they do not forget one's orders outright, execute them with all imaginable sloth. They attend on guests as though the latter were pensioners, and are listless in everything save a collection of the gratuity, personal to themselves, which their avarice and a public's weakness have educated them to expect.
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Clams had occurred, and while we were discussing these small sea-monsters, Fatfloat broke suddenly forth. "I don't know if it be a subject for self-gratulation or no, but I observed that the daily papers took quick note of my statement that Tammany Hall was looted of its last shilling. For the guidance of these energetic folk of ink and types, I will unfold a further huddle of details. Instead of nine hundred thousand dollars, there were more than one million collected for the Tammany campaign. No one can show where so much as two hundred thousand dollars were honestly disbursed. Let me tell a story; it may suggest an idea to our diligent friends of the Dailies. There is a rotund, porpoise-shaped globular gentleman known of these parts as 'Bim the Button Man.' This personage went into the printing business at the beginning of the late campaign and went out of it--like blowing out a candle--at the close. Bim the Button Man, for his brief parade as a printer, took a partner. Or perhaps the partner took Mr. Bim. The partner was and is a doughty 'leader.' It was the new-made firm of 'Bim' that flourished in the production of those posters and lithographs of Mr. Shepard which for so long disfigured the town. Mr. Mitchell, printer, complained bitterly over this invasion of his rights by Mr. Bim. The latter snapped pudgy fingers at the querulous Mr. Mitchell by virtue of his powerful partner. Who was Mr. Bim's partner? One year before when Mr. Mitchell's bill was seven thousand dollars, Mr. Croker, being in a frugal mood, felt excessively pained. Why then should it mount last autumn to three hundred thousand dollars and excite neither grief nor reproach? And what was got for those three hundred thousand dollars? When a show leaves New York, it carries posters wherewith to embellish each fence and bill board in the land; and yet no show ever paid more than ten thousand dollars for paper. Five thousand dollars will cover every possible coign of bill-sticking advantage and hang, besides, a lithograph of Mr. Shepard in every window in the city of New York. Then wherefore those three hundred thousand dollars of Tammany? There be folk on the finance committee who should go into this business with a lantern. The most hopeful name of these is Mr. McDonald, our great subway contractor and partner of Mr. August Belmont; he is a member of that committee. He is, too, a gentleman of intelligence, business habits and