Ladies ‘n’ Gentlemen…
New York
AFLAME*!!!
is…
However…
*…Again, that’ll be!
New York had, up to this point, regularly found itself on fire - 1712, ‘41, ‘88, 1834, ‘37, ‘44, ‘49 & many, MANY more times since…
Cometh the Fire…
Cometh the Man…
The Man himself, one…
Charles W. Sandford
…leader of the no-nonsense…
New York State Militia
“…Luckily for the Metropolitans, in their humiliating retreat, they ran straight into the Seventh Regiment of the National Guard, marching down Broadway, about to board a ship to Boston…Several of the Mets spotted them & convinced their commander, Major General Sandford to join them & help quell the riot…”
—Luck!? Sounds more like cheating, to us!
—All is fair in Love & City Riots, it would seem…
“…The Militia surrounded City Hall & General Sandford* strode inside, demanding Mayor Wood’s surrender…”
*…Standing at barely 5 foot 3 & Mayor Wood at 6 foot 4, the marvellous Major General must have been in possession of what we may call natural authority!
The ever wily Wood, sensing the game is up (…at least for this day …) agrees to come quietly…
—Noooooooooo!!!
—’fraid so! Seems the game actually is up for the maniacal Mayor & his corrupt cronies…
Sadly for native New Yorkers, however, our little tale doesn’t quite end there, their relentless rival Forces…
“…raiding each others Station Houses & jails, freeing the prisoners within, often taking control of each others Stations…”
New York’s current troubles finally conclude in the Fall, Mayor Wood, released on bail within hours of his apprehending & never charged, is eventually convinced to disband his munificent Municipals leaving the City in the charge of the rather less merry, much more meticulous…
Mets!
—Sorry, me ‘old china’, but for your highly immoral, low life Mayor, the Riot is well & truly over…
—Say it ain’t so!
…er, or is it ?
