Gotham Review Exam 1

“A Group of German Immigrants”

Lewis Hine

1926

“A Finnish Stowaway at Ellis Island”

Lewis Hine

1926

“Joys and Sorrows at Ellis Island”

Lewis Hine

1905

“Albanian Woman”

Lewis Hine

1905

“Armenian Jew”

Lewis Hine, 1926

“Climbing into America”

Lewis Hine

“Group of Italians”

Lewis Hine

“Interpreter and German Youth”

Lewis Hine

“Italian Child Gets Her First Penney”

Lewis Hine

“Italian Family on the Ferry Boat Landing at Ellis Island”

Lewis Hine

“Italian Immigrants at Ellis Island”

Lewis Hine,

1905

“Madonna of Ellis Island”

Lewis Hine

“Patriarch at Ellis Island”

Lewis Hine

1905

“Slavic Immigrant at Ellis Island”

Lewis Hine

1907

“Young Russian Jewess at Ellis Island”

Lewis Hine

1905

“Jewish Grandmother”

Lewis Hine

“Mona Lisa Visits Ellis Island”

Lewis Hine

1905

“Borana People from Southern Ethiopia”

Augustus Sherman

“Holland”

Augustus Sherman

“Italian Woman”

Augustus Sherman

“Girl from Rättvik, Province of Darlana, Sweden”

Augustus Sherman

“Ruthenian Woman”

Augustus Sherman

“Mother and Two Daughters from Zuid-Beveland”

Augustus Sherman

“German Stowaway”

Augustus Sherman

“Guadaloupe Woman”

Augustus Sherman

“Slovakian Mother and her Children”

Augustus Sherman

“Greek Woman”

Augustus Sherman

“Dutch Siblings from the Island of Marken, Holding Religious Tracts”

Augustus Sherman

“Algerian Man”

Augustus Sherman

“Cossack”

Augustus Sherman

“Russian Giant”

Augustus Sherman

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she

With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

“The New Colossus”

Emma Lazarus

1883

“Fulton Street Dock, Manhattan Skyline”

Berenice Abbot

1935

“South and DePeyster Streets”

Berenice Abbot

1935

“Nightview, New York”

Berenice Abbot

1932

“Flatiron Building”

Berenice Abbot

1934

“Canyon”

Berenice Abbot

1936

“Trinity Church”

Berenice Abbot

1938

“The Shelton with Sunspots”

Georgia O’Keefe

1926

“New York With Moon”

Georgia O’Keefe

1925

“East River from Shelton”

Georgia O’Keefe

1928

“City Night”

Georgia O’Keefe

1926

“Radiator Building”

Georgia O’Keefe

1927

“Manhattan”

Georgia O’Keefe

1932

“The Flatiron”

Alfred Stieglitz

1903

“New York City”

Elliot Erwitt

1955

Dickens, New York

“American Notes for General Circulation”

1842

William Howells

“A Hazard of New Fortunes”

1889

“Bandits Roost”

Jacob Riis

1888

“Black and Tan Dive”

Jacob Riis

1888

“Bohemian Tenement Cigar Makers”

Jacob Riis

1889

“Dens of Death”

Jacob Riis

1888

“Family Making Artificial Flowers”

Jacob Riis

1910

“Five Cents a Spot”

Jacob Riis

1889

“Greek Children in Gotham Court”

Jacob Riis

1890

“Growler Gang in Session”

Jacob Riis

1890

“Home of an Italian Ragpicker”

Jacob Riis

1890

“In a Sweatshop”

Jacob RIis

1890

“Italian Boys”

Jacob Riis

1890

“Men’s Lodging Room”

Jacob Riis

“Mullin’s Alley”

Jacob Riis

1888

“Necktie Workshop”

Jacob Riis

1888

“Police Station Lodgers”

Jacob Riis

1890

“Street Arabs Asleep”

Jacob Riis

1889

“Tenement House Yard”

Jacob Riis

1890

“How the Other Half Lives”

Jacob Riis

1890

“New York from Heights Near Brooklyn”

John Hill

1823

“New York from the Steeple of St. Paul’s Church, Looking East, South and West”

Henry A. Papprill

1849

“Souvenir of New York”

John Bornet

1851

“The Empire City: Birdseye View of New York and its Environs”

John Bachman

1855

“New York and Environs”

John Bachman

1859

“Broadway, New York, from the Western Union Telegraph Building, Looking North”

Currier and Ives

1875

“Hooker’s Pocket Plan of NYC”

William Hooker

1833

“John Colton’s Map of New York”

John Colton

1836

“Cities of New York and Brooklyn”

W. WIlliams

1847

“Crossing Brooklyn Ferry”

Walt Whitman

1856

“STRANGER! if you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me?

And why should I not speak to you”

“To You”

Walt Whitman

“Leaves of Grass”

1900

“CITY of orgies, walks and joys!

City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make you illustrious,

Not the pageants of you—not your shifting tableaux, your spectacles, repay me;

Not the interminable rows of your houses—nor the ships at the wharves,

Nor the processions in the streets, nor the bright windows, with goods in them;

Nor to converse with learn’d persons, or bear my share in the soiree or feast;

Not those—but, as I pass, O Manhattan! your frequent and swift flash of eyes offering me

love,

Offering response to my own—these repay me;

Lovers, continual lovers, only repay me.”

“City of Orgies”

Walt Whitman

“Leaves of Grass”

1900

SAUNTERING the pavement, or riding the country by-road—lo! such faces!

Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality;

The spiritual, prescient face—the always welcome, common, benevolent face,

The face of the singing of music—the grand faces of natural lawyers and judges, broad at the back-

top;

The faces of hunters and fishers, bulged at the brows—the shaved blanch’d faces of orthodox citizens;

The pure, extravagant, yearning, questioning artist’s face;

The ugly face of some beautiful Soul, the handsome detested or despised face;

The sacred faces of infants, the illuminated face of the mother of many children;

The face of an amour, the face of veneration;

The face as of a dream, the face of an immobile rock;

The face withdrawn of its good and bad, a castrated face;

A wild hawk, his wings clipp’d by the clipper;

A stallion that yielded at last to the thongs and knife of the gelder.

Sauntering the pavement, thus, or crossing the ceaseless ferry, faces, and faces, and faces:

I see them, and complain not, and am content with all

“Faces”

Walt Whitman

“Leaves of Grass”

1900

“I WAS asking for something specific and perfect for my city,

Whereupon, lo! upsprang the aboriginal name!

Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient;

I see that the word of my city is that word up there,

Because I see that word nested in nests of water-bays, superb, with tall and wonderful spires, 5

Rich, hemm’d thick all around with sailships and steamships—an island sixteen miles long, solid-

founded,

Numberless crowded streets—high growths of iron, slender, strong, light, splendidly uprising toward

clear skies;

Tide swift and ample, well-loved by me, toward sundown,

The flowing sea-currents, the little islands, larger adjoining islands, the heights, the villas,

The countless masts, the white shore-steamers, the lighters, the ferry-boats, the black sea-steamers

well-model’d;

The down-town streets, the jobbers’ houses of business—the houses of business of the ship-

merchants, and money-brokers—the river-streets;

Immigrants arriving, fifteen or twenty thousand in a week;

The carts hauling goods—the manly race of drivers of horses—the brown-faced sailors;

The summer air, the bright sun shining, and the sailing clouds aloft;

The winter snows, the sleigh-bells—the broken ice in the river, passing along, up or down, with the

flood tide or ebb-tide;

The mechanics of the city, the masters, well-form’d, beautiful-faced, looking you straight in the eyes;

Trottoirs throng’d—vehicles—Broadway—the women—the shops and shows,

The parades, processions, bugles playing, flags flying, drums beating;

A million people—manners free and superb—open voices—hospitality—the most courageous and

friendly young men;

The free city! no slaves! no owners of slaves! 20

The beautiful city, the city of hurried and sparkling waters! the city of spires and masts!

The city nested in bays! my city!

The city of such women, I am mad to be with them! I will return after death to be with them!

The city of such young men, I swear I cannot live happy, without I often go talk, walk, eat, drink,

sleep, with them”

“Mannahatta”

Walt Whitman

“Leaves of Grass”

1900

“WHERE the city’s ceaseless crowd moves on, the live-long day,

Withdrawn, I join a group of children watching—I pause aside with them.

By the curb, toward the edge of the flagging,

A knife-grinder works at his wheel, sharpening a great knife;

Bending over, he carefully holds it to the stone—by foot and knee,

With measur’d tread, he turns rapidly—As he presses with light but firm hand,

Forth issue, then, in copious golden jets,

Sparkles from the wheel

The scene, and all its belongings—how they seize and affect me!

The sad, sharp-chinn’d old man, with worn clothes, and broad shoulder-band of leather;

Myself, effusing and fluid—a phantom curiously floating—now here absorb’d and

arrested;

The group, (an unminded point, set in a vast surrounding;)

The attentive, quiet children—the loud, proud, restive base of the streets;

The low, hoarse purr of the whirling stone—the light-press’d blade,

Diffusing, dropping, sideways-darting, in tiny showers of gold,

Sparkles from the wheel.”

“Sparkles from the Wheel”

Walt Whitman

“Leaves of Grass”

1900