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And that is a story that no one can beat,When I say that I saw it on Mulberry Street.
— Mulberry Street
And that is a story that no one can beat,When I say that I saw it on Mulberry Street.
And so in my small wayI leave a big tip with every receipt
Nicknamed 'Death's Thoroughfare', It was here, where the street crooks its elbow at the Five Points, that the streets and numerous alleys radiated in all directions, forming the foul core of the New York slums.
[to Boss Tweed] Mulberry Street... and Worth... Cross and Orange... and Little Water. Each of the Five Points is a finger. When I close my hand it becomes a fist. And, anytime that I wish, I can turn it against you.
People get bit by rats every day in this city.
The feast runs for 11 days, and you have until Sept. 21 to make it to Mulberry Street.
What the fight was about to which I fell heir I have long since forgotten. Mulberry Street in those days was prone to such things. Somebody was always fighting somebody else for some fancied injury or act of bad faith in the gathering of the news... New York is a queer town. The grist of every hopper in the world comes to it.
