The slush of January turns to gray ice under the polished boots of the pouter-pigeon silhouettes gliding past my lens. I duck my head as a gust of wind rattles the window of the toy shop, where a miniature **Lionel Train** circles a track with a metallic chime that cuts through the fog.
In this city, you have to **speak softly and carry a big stick** just to claim your corner of the sidewalk against the heavy wool coats and high lace collars. I frame a shot of a gentleman checking the morning paper for the foundry dividends, his breath a white plume beneath the iron skeleton of the new elevated tracks.
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The Headlines
CAR AND FOUNDRY DIVIDEND.; Earnings of Nearly $3,000,000 in Nine Months Reported.