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The Voice of the City
by O Henry
THE VOICE OF THE CITY
Twenty…five years ago the school children used
to chant their lessons。 The manner of their delivery
was a singsong recitative between the utterance of an
Episcopal minister and the drone of a tired sawmill。
I mean no disrespect。 We must have lumber and
sawdust。
I remember one beautiful and instructive little
lyric that emanated from the physiology class。 The
most striking line of it was this：
〃The shin…bone is the long…est bone in the hu…man
bod…y。〃
What an inestimable boon it would have been if
all the corporeal and spiritual facts pertaining to
man bad thus been tunefully and logically inculcated
in our youthful minds！ But what we gained in
anatomy； music and philosophy was meagre。
The other day I became confused。 I needed a
ray of light。 I turned back to those school days for
aid。 But in all the nasal harmonies we whined forth
from those bard benches I could not recall one that
treated of the voice of agglomerated mankind。
In other words； of the composite vocal message of
massed humanity。
In other words； of the Voice of a Big City。
Now； the individual voice is not lacking。 We can
understand the song of the poet； the ripple of the
brook； the meaning of the man who wants 5 until
next Monday； the inscriptions on the tombs of the
Pharaohs； the language of flowers； the 〃step lively〃
of the conductor； and the prelude of the milk cans at
4 A。 M。 Certain large…eared ones even assert that
they are wise to the vibrations of the tympanum pro…
need by concussion of the air emanating from Mr。
H。 James。 But who can comprehend the meaning
of the voice of the city？
I went out for to see。
First； I asked Aurelia。 She wore white Swiss and a
bat with flowers on it； and ribbons and ends of things
fluttered here and there。
〃Tell me；〃 I said； stammeringly； for I have no
voice of my own； 〃what does this big … er …
enormous … er … whopping city say？ It must have
a voice of some kind。 Does it ever speak to you？
How do you interpret its meaning？ It is a tremen…
dous mass； but it must have a key：'
〃Like a Saratoga trunk？〃 asked Aurelia。
〃No；〃 said I。 〃Please do not refer to the lid。 I
have a fancy that every city has a voice。 Each one
has something to say to the one who can hear it。
What does the big one say to you？ 〃
〃All cities；〃 said Aurelia； judicially； 〃say the
same thing。 When they get through saying it
there is an echo from Philadelphia。 So； they are
unanimous。〃
〃Here are 4；000；000 people；〃 said I； scholastic…
ally； 〃compressed upon an island； which is mostly
lamb surrounded by Wall Street water。 The conjunc…
tion of so many units into so small a space must
result in an identity … or； or rather a homogeneity
that finds its oral expression through a common chan…
nel。 It is； as you might say； a consensus of transla…
tion； concentrating in a crystallized； general idea
which reveals itself in what may be termed the Voice
of the City。 Can you tell me what it is？
Aurelia smiled wonderfully。 She sat on the high
stoop。 A spray of insolent ivy bobbed against her
right ear。 A ray of impudent moonlight flickered
upon her nose。 But I was adamant； nickel…
plated。
〃I must go and find out；〃 I said； 〃what is the
Voice of this city。 Other cities have voices。 It is an
assignment。 I must have it。 New York；〃 I con…
tinned； in a rising tone； 〃had better not hand me a
cigar and say： ' Old man； I can't talk for publication。'
No other city acts in that way。 Chicago says； unhes…
itatingly； 'I will；' I Philadelphia says； 'I should；'
New Orleans says； ' I used to；' Louisville says；
'Don't care if I do；' St。 Louis says； 'Excuse me；'
Pittsburg says； 'Smoke up。' Now； New York … 〃
Aurelia smiled。
〃Very well；〃 said I； 〃I must go elsewhere and find
out。〃
I went into a palace； tile…floored； cherub…ceilinged
and square with the cop。 I put my foot on the brass
rail and said to Billy Magnus； the best bartender in
the diocese：
Billy； you've lived in New York a long time
what kind of a song…and…dance does this old town give
you？ What I mean is； doesn't the gab of it seem to
kind of bunch up and slide over the bar to you in a
sort of amalgamated tip that bits off the burg in a
kind of an epigram with a dash of bitters and a slice
of … 〃
〃Excuse me a minute；〃 said Billy； 〃somebody's
punching the button at the side door。〃
He went away； came back with an empty tin
bucket； again vanished with it full； returned and
said to me：
〃That was Mame。 She rings twice。 She likes a
glass of beer for supper。 Her and the kid。 If you
ever saw that little skeesicks of mine brace up in his
high chair and take his beer and … But； say； what
was yours？ I get kind of excited when I bear them
two rings …was it the baseball score or gin fizz you
asked for？〃
〃Ginger ale；〃 I answered。
I walked up to Broadway。 I saw a cop on the cor…
ner。 The cops take kids up； women across； and men
in。 I went up to him。
If I'm not exceeding the spiel limit；〃 I said； 〃let
me ask you。 You see New York during its vocative
hours。 It is the function of you and your brother
cops to preserve the acoustics of the city。 There must
be a civic voice that is intelligible to you。 At night
during your lonely rounds you must have beard it。
What is the epitome of its turmoil and shouting？
What does the city say to you？
〃Friend；〃 said the policeman； spinning his club；
〃it don't say nothing。 I get my orders from the
man higher up。 Say； I guess you're all right。 Stand
here for a few minutes and keep an eye open for the
roundsman。〃
The cop melted into the darkness of the side street。
In ten minutes be had returned。
〃Married last Tuesday；〃 be said； half gruffly。
〃You know bow they are。 She comes to that corner
at nine every night for a … comes to say ' hello！ ' I
generally manage to be there。 Say； what was it you
asked me a bit ago … what's doing in the city？ Oh；
there's a roof…garden or two just opened； twelve
blocks up。〃
I crossed a crow's…foot of street…car tracks； and
skirted the edge of an umbrageous park。 An
artificial Diana； gilded； heroic； poised； wind…ruled；
on the tower； shimmered in the clear light of her
namesake in the sky。 Along came my poet； hurry…
ing； hatted； haired； emitting dactyls； spondees and
dactylis。 I seized him。
〃Bill；〃 said I （in the magazine he is Cleon）； 〃give
me a lift。 I am on an assignment to find out the
Voice of the city。 You see； it's a special order。 Ordi…
narily a symposium comprising the views of Henry
Clews； John L。 Sullivan； Edwin Markham； May Ir…
win and Charles Schwab would be about all。 But this
is a different matter。 We want a broad； poetic；
mystic vocalization of the city's soul and meaning。
You are the very chap to give me a hint。 Some years
ago a man got at the Niagara Falls and gave us its
pitch。 The note was about two feet below the lowest
G on the piano。 Now； you can't put New York into
a note unless it's better indorsed than that。 But give
me an idea of what it would say if it should speak。 It
is bound to be a mighty and far…reaching utterance。
To arrive at it we must take the tremendous crash of
the chords of the day's traffic； the laughter and music
of the night； the solemn tones of Dr。 Parkhurst； the
rag…time； the weeping； the stealthy bum of cab…wbeels；
the shout of the press agent； the tinkle of fountains
on the roof gardens； the hullabaloo of the strawberry
vender and the covers of Everybody's Magazine； the
whispers of the lovers in the parks … all these sounds；
must go into your Voice … not combined； but mixed；
and of the mixture an essence made； and of the es…
sence an extract … an audible extract； of which one
drop shall form the thing we seek。〃
〃Do you remember；〃 asked the poet； with a
chuckle； 〃that California girl we met at Stiver's
studio last week？ Well； I'm on my way to see her。
She repeated that poem of mine； ' The Tribute of
Spring；' word for word。 She's the smartest proposi…
tion in this town just at present。 Say； how does this
confounded tie look？ I spoiled four before I got one
to set right。〃
〃And the Voice that I asked you about？〃 I in…
quired。
〃Oh； she doesn't sing；〃 said Cleon。 〃But you
ought to bear her recite my 'Angel of the Inshore
Wind。'〃
I passed on。 I cornered a newsboy and be flashed
at me prophetic pink papers that outstripped the
news by two revolutions of the clock's longest hand。
〃Son；〃 I said； while I pretended to chase coins in
my penny pocket； 〃doesn't it sometimes seem to you
as if the city ought to be able to talk？ All these ups
and downs and funny business and queer things hap…
pening every daywhat would it say； do yo
