Main Street

The Hangers-on.

Some tickers bow low to homage,

Though they're pawns in the hands of fate,

Holding grimly tight in the midst of the fight,

And winning the palm of the great.

Even heroes are noted for sticking

When they're simply held in a groove.

How under the sun is a coward to run

With his feet refusing to move?

The gumption to stick to the game

Is not such a matter of pluck.

For many would flee (just like you and me),

But we stick. Why? 'Cause we are stuck.


All indications point toward a local NRA celebration that will rank Amsterdam with other communities in this section of the state. There is little doubt that the marchers will be out in vast numbers and many of them have expressed their intention of entering decorated floats. About 50 entries had been received at the Chamber of Commerce this morning. It is hoped that enough attention will be paid to this very important division. When parades are held in the up-county villages, the floats section is featured and enough color is provided to compensate for the smaller number of marchers. This is particularly true of Fort Plain and Canajoharie, where the residents sense the true value of the decorated float and they spend much time and effort in turning out picturesque replicas of interesting places and events.

Amsterdam has a background, historic and industrial, that would permit almost unlimited opportunities for float makers desiring to take advantage of them. Wonder how well we are going to show up this advantage in tomorrow's display?


History repeats itself -- the remodeling of the first floor of the Pythian temple lends additional proof to the argument. The automobile age found this big hall in use as a display room and only memories of the day when practically all the important events of the town were held there remained. Now it is being returned to its original use. It's advantage of location in the central part of the city will probably assure other important events when the work of putting it in condition is completed.

My first movie show was seen in Pythian temple -- and that was before the day of the first cinema house in this section. It was in great demand, too, for dances, and the first two-wheel rubber roller skates were features at the time when the rink drew crowds of board skaters. They tell me also that the great Dr. Roller, champion wrestler of his time, made his only local appearance here. It is probable that the history of this hall in regard to events similar to those mentioned would make very interesting reading, covering as it did, an important era in the growth of the city.


Local holders of admission cards to Schenectady, Albany and New York speakies ought to hang on to these souvenirs of the era that passed Tuesday. Perhaps in years to come there will be collectors of these cards and the rare ones will be held in high worth. They represent an important, if sad, period of American life and there may come a time when Uncle Henry's card to the once exclusive "Merry-Go-Round" on East 5th Street will be as valuable a memento as the ancestral coat worn at Valley Forge. (Or didn't anyone have a coat that winter?)

Not being what you might call a drinking man, I possess no relics of the speakeasy age. Unfamiliarity with the numerous oases in this section was a distinct handicap during my first days at newsgathering, as I vividly recall some of the difficulties in securing admission to news in the up-county villages when interviews with the proprietors (always important men in their communities, it seemed) were necessary.

One of the most humorous happenings was when I was refused admission to a place and I had to go to the mayor of the village and take a drumming lesson in order to learn the correct door tap. And, good man that he was, he called on the telephone to tell the bartender I was an inexperienced drummer and that he should admit me even if, on the way over, I forgot the regulation um-tidy-um-bang-bang.

Originally published November 9, 1933.