Alantic City

[Pharting Buffalo]

k upstairs in the library in Atlantic City there was a collection of American Indian artefacts. I wonder if they are still there 50 years later

[Bob Gnome]

On Thursday, December 4, 2014 2:14:06 PM UTC-5, Pharting Buffalo wrote:
> k upstairs in the library in Atlantic City there was a collection of American Indian artefacts. I wonder if they are still there 50 years later

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Other than an occasional visit to the casino we don't go to
Atlantic City. For the beach we like Brigantine or, 2 or 3
times a season, Ocean City. Our library is a local branch
of the Atlantic County system.

Sorry Sinclair, I don't have an answer. (Nor could I find
one on the ACHM website.)

Every man ought to be inquisitive through every hour
of his great adventure down to the day when he shall
no longer cast a shadow in the sun. For if he dies
without a question in his heart, what excuse is there
for his continuance?
--Frank Moore Colby (1865--1925)
_The Colby Essays_, vol. I [1926]

k

[Pharting Buffalo]

k I Googled and found this:
Search instead for alantic city libary andrew














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How Andrew Carnegie Built the Architecture of American Literacy ...



www.citylab.com/design/2014/10/how-andrew-carnegie...of.../381953/

28 Oct 2014 - From The Atlantic ... The last of several meetings with the city's Historic Preservation Review Board had yielded another ... Across the nation, the libraries that Andrew Carnegie built have been transformed and reused as ...
The Atlantic City Free Public Library - Library History



www.acfpl.org/about-us-new/library-history

In November of 1901, a plan for a public library was embraced by Atlantic City residents ... Subsequently Andrew Carnegie donated $71,000 for the construction.



Carnegie Library Center - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia



en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carnegie_Library_Center

It was originally named the Atlantic City Free Public Library. It was one of thirty-six Carnegie libraries built in New Jersey with matching grants by Andrew ...
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[Bob Gnome]

On Friday, December 5, 2014 5:43:33 AM UTC-5, Pharting Buffalo wrote:

> www.acfpl.org/about-us-new/library-history
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> In November of 1901, a plan for a public library was embraced by Atlantic City residents ... Subsequently Andrew Carnegie donated $71,000 for the construction.
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> Carnegie Library Center - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
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> en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carnegie_Library_Center
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> It was originally named the Atlantic City Free Public Library. It >was one of thirty-six Carnegie libraries built in New Jersey with >matching grants by Andrew ...

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I didn't know that. Thanks Sinclair. Reminds me of this
passage by Alistair Cooke:

*

[John D(avison) Rockefeller] was only thirty-three when he
owned ninety percent of all American refineries and all the
main pipelines and oil cars of the Pennsylvania Railroad.
Within a few years he was the first billionaire in history.

He lived most of his life more simply than most stock-brokers,
like a frugal Scandinavian monarch. By his bedside in his New
York house he had always on hand his Bible, though it lay on
top of his bedside safe. At sixty, penitence set in. He was very
much a Victorian in his capacity to rationalize his energy as
the engine of God. And, as happened with many more of the
money barons, the coming on of arthritis convinced him that
he had made all his money for the public good. So, with
complete sincerity, he disbursed it. Through a foundation
created in his own name, he gave $530,000,000 for worldwide
medical research. I must say that he is the only philanthropist
I can think of who gave away his fortune with no strings binding
its use. He was photographed everywhere doing folksy things --
attending a county fair, teetering on the putting green, marrying
off a couple of midgets for charity -- to prove that even
Rockefeller was as mortal as the rest of us and that, though
he was a kind of monarch, he had the common touch.

As he moved into his nineties people began to doubt his
mortality, but the news that he was restricted to a gruel and
Graham cracker diet brought some consolation to the poor
and healthy. When he died, at the age of ninety-eight, it
was as if an emperor had gone. [...]

There were not many men like Rockefeller, but it didn't take
many to constitute a cabal of real national, continental power
that overshadowed the elected power of the Presidents of the
United States. There was Henry Clay Frick, who turned coke
and iron ore into gold, and E. H. Harriman, who collected
railroads the way other men collect stamps. There were
Harriman's rival, James J. Hill, and his ally, John Pierpont
Morgan, Sr., whose specialty was money itself. And there
was Frick's sometime friend and sometime enemy, Andrew
Carnegie.

Carnegie had three specialties: steel, making money, and giving
it away. The son of a poor weaver, he was born in a stone cottage
in Dunfermline, Scotland, in 1835, at a time of such depression
that in the revolutionary year of 1848 the family took off for
America and for a squalid house in a grimy town called Pittsburgh.
The father went back to weaving and the mother went back to
stitching shoe leather; it was not much of a New World for them.
But their twelve-year-old boy was as shiny as an apple and as
lively as a squirrel, and he went hopping up the golden ladder
rung by rung: from bobbin boy to telegraph messenger to
railroad clerk, to superintendent to director. Until iron entered
his career, if not his soul, and finally steel.

At the turn of the twentieth century he wrote an article that
ended with the heroic phrase: "Farewell, then, Age of Iron;
all hail, King Steel!" He was really proclaiming his own
coronation, because he foresaw before anybody the infinite
possibilities of steel, for bridge building and steamships, for
elevators and knives and forks. Make steel, and make it cheap,
and you could own the industrial empire of the new century.
Before he was thirty, he had bought a large tract on Oil Creek
but soon turned from oil to building, and buying up, iron
and steel mills and their tributary coal and iron fields, and
then the railroads that brought their products to the Great
Lakes docks, and a steamship line that took them on to
Europe. His monopoly of steel helped him to weather the
depression of 1892, and nine years later he graciously
permitted the United States Steel Corporation -- formed
for the purpose -- to buy him out for $250,000,000. And
then he abdicated, or retired, to a castle in the eastern
highlands of Scotland. He was sixty-five and he had
eighteen years yet to live. And he now began the career
of lavish philanthropy that made his name known around
the world.

Carnegie exemplifies to me a truth about American money
men that many earnest people fail to grasp -- which is that
the chase and the kill are as much fun as the prize, which
you then proceed to give away.

--Alistair Cooke [Alfred Cooke] (1908--2004)
_America_ [1973]

[Pharting Buffalo]

another Dunfermline Scot is Andy Murray