Industrialization brought great wealth to America, but the price was quite high. The growing extremes of poverty and wealth that were being exhibited at the end of the 19th century, caused some to seek ways to make possible a just and humane society, while others sought justification for the emerging social order. The promise of success was made, promoting the idea that America was the land of opportunity and that hard work led to success. Social Darwinism was used to provide a scientific explanation for why some acquired great wealth while others barely survived. Rags-to-riches stories presented a picture of the opportunities that were available to all, and the success of the self-made man.
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HORATIO ALGER, Jr.
Ragged Dick,
Or, Street Life in New York
with the Boot Blacks
1868 Ch. 2, 11, 14 (excerpts)
Frontispiece from the original.
Photographs by Lewis Hine added.
Harvard Univ. Archives
Horatio Alger, Jr., 1852
CHAPTER II. JOHNNY NOLAN
A FTER Dick had finished polishing Mr. Greyson’s* boots he was fortunate enough
to secure three other customers, two of them
reporters in the Tribune establishment, which
occupies the corner of Spruce Street and
Printing House Square.
When Dick had got through with his last
customer the City Hall clock indicated eight
o’clock. He had been up an hour, and hard at
work, and naturally began to think of breakfast.
He went up to the head of Spruce Street, and
turned into Nassau. Two blocks further, and he
reached Ann Street. On this street was a small,
cheap restaurant, where for five cents Dick
could get a cup of coffee, and for ten cents
more, a plate of beef-steak with a plate of
bread thrown in. These Dick ordered, and sat
down at a table.
It was a small apartment with a few plain
tables unprovided with cloths, for the class of
customers who patronized it were not very
particular. Our hero’s breakfast was soon
before him. Neither the coffee nor the steak
were as good as can be bought at Delmonico’s;
but then it is very doubtful whether, in the
present state of his wardrobe, Dick would have
been received at that aristocratic restaurant,
even if his means had admitted of paying the
high prices there charged.
Dick had scarcely been served when he
espied a boy about his own size standing at the
door, looking wistfully into the restaurant. This
was Johnny Nolan, a boy of fourteen, who was
engaged in the same profession as Ragged
Dick. His wardrobe was in very much the same
condition as Dick’s.
“Had your breakfast, Johnny?” inquired
Dick, cutting off a piece of steak.
“No.”
“Come in, then. Here’s room for you.”
“I ain’t got no money,” said Johnny,
looking a little enviously at his more fortunate
friend.
“Haven’t you had any shines?”
“Yes, I had one, but I shan’t get any pay till
to-morrow.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Try me, and see.”
“Come in. I’ll stand treat this morning.”
Johnny Nolan was nowise slow to accept
this invitation, and was soon seated beside
Dick.
“What’ll you have, Johnny?”
“Same as you.” * Excerpted, and photographs added, by the National
Humanities Center, Research Triangle Park, NC. 2005.
Photographs by Lewis Wickes Hine courtesy Library of
Congress.
“Cup o’ coffee and beefsteak,” ordered
Dick.
“That man in the brown coat.” These were promptly brought, and Johnny
attacked them vigorously. “What of him. You ain’t scared of him, are
you?” Now, in the boot-blacking business, as well
as in higher avocations, the same rule prevails,
that energy and industry are rewarded, and
indolence suffers. Dick was energetic and on
the alert for business, but Johnny the reverse.
The consequence was that Dick earned
probably three times as much as the other.
“Yes, he got me a place once.”
“Where?”
“Ever so far off.”
“What if he did?”
“I ran away.”
“Didn’t you like it?”
“No, I had to get up too early. It was on a
farm, and I had to get up at five to take care of
the cows. I like New York best.”
“How do you like it?” asked Dick,
surveying Johnny’s attacks upon the steak with
evident complacency.
“Didn’t they give you enough to eat?” “It’s hunky.”
“Oh, yes, plenty.” I don’t believe “hunky” is to be found in
either Webster’s or Worcester’s big dictionary;
but boys will readily understand what it means.
“And you had a good bed?”
“Yes.”
“Then you’d better have stayed. You don’t
get either of them here. Where’d you sleep last
night?”
“Do you come here often?” asked Johnny.
“Most every day. You’d better come too.”
“I can’t afford it.”
“Up an alley in an old wagon.” “Well, you’d ought to, then,” said Dick.
“What do you do with your money, I’d like to
know?”
“You had a better bed than that in the
country, didn’t you?”
“I don’t get near as much as you, Dick.” “Yes, it was as soft as as cotton.”
“Well, you might if you tried. I keep my
eyes open that’s the way I get jobs. You’re
lazy, that’s what’s the matter.”
Johnny had once slept on a bale of cotton,
the recollection supplying him with a
comparison.
“Why didn’t you stay?” Johnny did not see fit to reply to this
charge. Probably he felt the justice of it, and
preferred to proceed with the breakfast, which
he enjoyed the more as it cost him nothing.
“I felt lonely,” said Johnny.
Breakfast over, Dick walked up to the desk,
and settled the bill. Then, followed by Johnny,
he went out into the street.
“Where are you going, Johnny?”
“Up to Mr. Taylor’s, on Spruce Street, to
see if he don’t want a shine.”
“Do you work for him reg’lar?”
“Yes. Him and his partner wants a shine
most every day. Where are you goin’?”
“Down front of the Astor House. I guess
I’ll find some customers there.”
At this moment Johnny started, and,
dodging into an entry way, hid behind the
door, considerably to Dick’s surprise.
“What’s the matter now?” asked our hero.
“Has he gone?” asked Johnny, his voice
betraying anxiety.
“Who gone, I’d like to know?”
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Johnny could not exactly explain his
feelings, but it is often the case that the young
vagabond of the streets, though his food is
uncertain, and his bed may be any old wagon
or barrel that he is lucky enough to find
unoccupied when night sets in, gets so attached
to his precarious but independent mode of life,
that he feels discontented in any other. He is
accustomed to the noise and bustle and ever-
varied life of the streets, and in the quiet scenes
of the country misses the excitement in the
midst of which he has always dwelt.
Johnny had but one tie to bind him to the
city. He had a father living, but he might as
well have been without one. Mr. Nolan was a
confirmed drunkard, and spent the greater part
of his wages for liquor. His potations made
him ugly, and inflamed a temper never very
sweet, working him up sometimes to such a
pitch of rage that Johnny’s life was in danger.
Some months before, he had thrown a flat-iron
at his son’s head with such terrific force that
unless Johnny had dodged he would not have
lived long enough to obtain a place in our
story. He fled the house, and from that time
had not dared to re-enter it. Somebody had
given him a brush and box of blacking, and he
had set up in business on his own account. But
he had not energy enough to succeed, as has
already been stated, and I am afraid the poor
boy had met with many hardships, and suffered
more than once from cold and hunger. Dick
had befriended him more than once, and often
given him a breakfast or dinner, as the case
might be.
“How’d you get away?” asked Dick, with
some curiosity. “Did you walk?”
“No, I rode on the cars.”
“Where’d you get your money? I hope you
didn’t steal it.”
“I didn’t have none.”
“What did you do, then?”
“I got up about three o’clock, and walked
to Albany.”
“Where’s that?” asked Dick, whose ideas
on the subject of geography were rather vague.
“Up the river.”
“How far?”
“About a thousand miles,” said Johnny,
whose conceptions of distance were equally
vague.
“Go ahead. What did you do then?”
“I hid on top of a freight car, and came all
the way without their seeing me.* That man in
the brown coat was the man that got me the
place, and I’m afraid he’d want to send me
back.”
“Well,” said Dick, reflectively, “I dunno as
I’d like to live in the country. I couldn’t go to
Tony Pastor’s or the Old Bowery. There
wouldn’t be no place to spend my evenings.
But I say, it’s tough in winter, Johnny,
‘specially when your overcoat’s at the tailor’s,
an’ likely to stay there.”
“That’s so, Dick. But I must be goin’, or
Mr. Taylor’ll get somebody else to shine his
boots.”
Johnny walked back to Nassau Street,
while Dick kept on his way to Broadway.
“That boy,” soliloquized Dick, as Johnny
took his departure, “ain’t got no ambition. I’ll
bet he won’t get five shines to-day. I’m glad I
ain’t like him. I couldn’t go to the theatre, nor
buy no cigars, nor get half as much as I wanted
to eat. Shine yer boots, sir?” . . .
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* A fact. [footnote in original]
CHAPTER XI. DICK AS A DETECTIVE
. . . “Now,” said Frank, “I think I’ll go back
to the Astor House. Uncle has probably got
through his business and returned.”
“All right,” said Dick.
The two boys walked up to Broadway, just
where the tall steeple of Trinity faces the street
of bankers and brokers, and walked leisurely to
the hotel. When they arrived at the Astor
House, Dick said, “Good-by, Frank.”
“Not yet,” said Frank; “I want you to come
in with me.”
Dick followed his young patron up the
steps. Frank went to the reading-room, where,
as he had thought probable, he found his uncle
already arrived, and reading a copy of “The
Evening Post,” which he had just purchased
outside.
“Well, boys,” he said, looking up, “have
you had a pleasant jaunt?”
“Yes, sir,” said Frank. “Dick’s a capital
guide.”
“So this is Dick,” said Mr. Whitney,
surveying him with a smile. “Upon my word, I
should hardly have known him. I must
congratulate him on his improved appearance.”
“Frank’s been very kind to me,” said Dick,
who, rough street-boy as he was, had a heart
easily touched by kindness, of which he had
never experienced much. “He’s a tip-top
fellow.”
“I believe he is a good boy,” said Mr.
Whitney. “I hope, my lad, you will prosper and
rise in the world. You know in this free
country poverty in early life is no bar to a
man’s advancement. I haven’t risen very high
myself,” he added, with a smile, “but have met
with moderate success in life; yet there was a
time when I was as poor as you.”
“Were you, sir?” asked Dick, eagerly.
“Yes, my boy, I have known the time when
I have been obliged to go without my dinner
because I didn’t have enough money to pay for
it.”
“How did you get up in the world,” asked
Dick, anxiously.
“I entered a printing-office as an apprentice,
and worked for some years. Then my eyes
gave out and I was obliged to give that up. Not
knowing what else to do, I went into the
country, and worked on a farm. After a while I
was lucky enough to invent a machine, which
has brought me in a great deal of money. But
there was one thing I got while I was in the
printing-office which I value more than
money.”
“What was that, sir?”
“A taste for reading and study. During my
leisure hours I improved myself by study, and
acquired a large part of the knowledge which I
now possess. Indeed, it was one of my books
that first put me on the track of the invention,
which I afterwards made. So you see, my lad,
that my studious habits paid me in money, as
well as in another way.”
“I’m awful ignorant,” said Dick, soberly.
“But you are young, and, I judge, a smart
boy. If you try to learn, you can, and if you
ever expect to do anything in the world, you
must know something of books.”
“I will,” said Dick, resolutely. “I ain’t
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always goin’ to black boots for a livin’.”
“All labor is respectable, my lad, and you
have no cause to be ashamed of any honest
business; yet when you can get something to
do that promises better for your future
prospects, I advise you to do so. Till then earn
your living in the way you are accustomed to,
avoid extravagance, and save up a little money
if you can.”
“Thank you for your advice,” said our hero.
“There ain’t many that takes an interest in
Ragged Dick.”
“So that’s your name,” said Mr. Whitney.
“If I judge you rightly, it won’t be long before
you change it. Save your money, my lad, buy
books, and determine to be somebody, and you
may yet fill an honorable position.”
“I’ll try,” said Dick. “Good-night, sir.”
“Wait a minute, Dick,” said Frank. “Your
blacking-box and old clothes are upstairs. You
may want them.”
“In course,” said Dick. “I couldn’t get
along without my best clothes, and my stock in
trade.”
“You may go up to the room with him,
Frank,” said Mr. Whitney. “The clerk will give
you the key. I want to see you, Dick, before
you go.”
“Yes, sir,” said Dick.
“Where are you going to sleep to-night,
Dick?” asked Frank, as they went upstairs
together.
“P’r’aps at the Fifth Avenue Hotel on
the outside,” said Dick.
“Haven’t you any place to sleep, then?”
“I slept in a box, last night.”
“In a box?”
“Yes, on Spruce Street.”
“Poor fellow!” said Frank,
compassionately.
“Oh, ‘twas a bully bed full of straw! I
slept like a top.”
“Don’t you earn enough to pay for a room,
Dick?”
“Yes,” said Dick; “only I spend my money
foolish, goin’ to the Old Bowery, and Tony
Pastor’s, and sometimes gamblin’ in Baxter
Street.”
“You won’t gamble any more, will you,
Dick?” said Frank, laying his hand
persuasively on his companion’s shoulder.
“No, I won’t,” said Dick.
“You’ll promise?”
“Yes, and I’ll keep it. You’re a good feller.
I wish you was goin’ to be in New York.”
“I am going to a boarding-school in
Connecticut. The name of the town is Barnton.
Will you write to me, Dick?”
“My writing would look like hens’ tracks,”
said our hero.
“Never mind. I want you to write. When
you write you can tell me how to direct, and I
will send you a letter.”
“I wish you would,” said
Dick. “I wish I was more like
you.”
“I hope you will make a much
better boy, Dick. Now we’ll go in
to my uncle. He wishes to see
you before you go.”
They went into the reading-
room. Dick had wrapped up his
blacking-brush in a newspaper
with which Frank had supplied
him, feeling that a guest of the
Astor House should hardly be
seen coming out of the hotel
displaying such a professional
sign.
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“Uncle, Dick’s ready to go,” said Frank.
“Good-by, my lad,” said Mr. Whitney. “I
hope to hear good accounts of you sometime.
Don’t forget what I have told you. Remember
that your future position depends mainly upon
yourself, and that it will be high or low as you
choose to make it.”
He held out his hand, in which was a five-
dollar bill. Dick shrunk back.
“I don’t like to take it,” he said. “I haven’t
earned it.”
“Perhaps not,” said Mr. Whitney; “but I
give it to you because I remember my own
friendless youth. I hope it may be of service to
you. Sometime when you are a prosperous
man, you can repay it in the form of aid to
some poor boy, who is struggling upward as
you are now.”
“I will, sir,” said Dick, manfully.
He no longer refused the money, but took it
gratefully, and, bidding Frank and his uncle
good-by, went out into the street. A feeling of
loneliness came over him as he left the
presence of Frank, for whom he had formed a
strong attachment in the few hours he had
known him. . . .
CHAPTER XIV. A BATTLE AND A VICTORY
. . . “What’s that chap been doing?” asked
the policeman of Dick.
“He was amoosin’ himself by pitchin’ into
me,” replied Dick.
“What for?”
“He didn’t like it ‘cause I patronized a
different tailor from him.”
“Well, it seems to me you are dressed
pretty smart for a boot-black,” said the
policeman.
“I wish I wasn’t a boot-black,” said Dick.
“Never mind, my lad. It’s an honest busi-
ness,” said the policeman, who was a sensible
man and a worthy citizen. “It’s an honest
business. Stick to it till you get
something better.”
“I mean to,” said Dick. “It ain’t easy
to get out of it, as the prisoner remarked,
when he was asked how he liked his
residence.”
“I hope you don’t speak from
experience.”
“No,” said Dick; “I don’t mean to get
into prison if I can help it.”
“Do you see that gentleman over
there?” asked the officer, pointing to a
well-dressed man who was walking on
the other side of the street.
“Yes.”
“Well, he was once a newsboy.”
“And what is he now?”
“He keeps a bookstore, and is quite
prosperous.”
Dick looked at the gentleman with interest,
wondering if he should look as respectable
when he was a grown man.
It will be seen that Dick was getting
ambitious. Hitherto he had thought very little
of the future, but was content to get along as he
could, dining as well as his means would
allow, and spending the evenings in the pit of
the Old Bowery, eating peanuts between the
acts if he was prosperous, and if unlucky
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supping on dry bread or an apple, and sleeping
in an old box or a wagon. Now, for the first
time, he began to reflect that he could not black
boots all his life. In seven years he would be a
man, and, since his meeting with Frank, he felt
he would like to be a respectable man. He
could see and appreciate the difference
between Frank and such a boy as Micky
Maguire, and it was not strange that he
preferred the society of the former.
In the course of the next morning, in
pursuance of his new resolutions for the future,
he called at a savings bank, and held out four
dollars in bills besides another dollar in
change. There was a high railing, and a number
of clerks busily writing at desks behind it.
Dick, never having been in a bank before, did
not know where to go. He went, by mistake, to
the desk where money was paid out.
“Where’s your book?” asked the clerk.
“I haven’t got any.”
“Have you any money deposited here?”
“No, sir, I want to leave some here.”
“Then go to the next desk.”
Dick followed directions, and presented
himself before an elderly man with gray hair,
who looked at him over the rims of his
spectacles.
“I want you to keep that for me,” said Dick,
awkwardly emptying his money out on the
desk.
“How much is there?”
“Five dollars.”
“Have you got an account here?”
“No, sir.”
“Of course you can write?”
The “of course” was said on account of
Dick’s neat dress.
“Have I got to do any writing?” asked our
hero, a little embarrassed.
“We want you to sign your name in this
book,” and the old gentleman shoved round a
large folio volume containing the names of
depositors.
Dick surveyed the book with some awe.
“I ain’t much on writin’,” he said.
“Very well, write as well as you can.”
The pen was put into Dick’s hand, and,
after dipping it in the inkstand, he succeeded
after a hard effort, accompanied by many
contortions of the face, in inscribing upon the
book of the bank the name
DICK HUNTER.
“Dick! that means Richard, I suppose,”
said the bank officer, who had some difficulty
in making out the signature.
“No; Ragged Dick is what folks call me.”
“You don’t look very ragged.”
“No, I’ve left my rags to home. They might
get wore out if I used ‘em too common.”
“Well, my lad, I’ll make out a book in the
name of Dick Hunter, since you seem to prefer
Dick to Richard. I hope you will save up your
money and deposit more with us.”
Our hero took his bank-book, and gazed on
the entry “Five Dollars” with a new sense of
importance. He had been accustomed to joke
about Erie shares, but now, for the first time,
he felt himself a capitalist; on a small scale, to
be sure, but still it was no small thing for Dick
to have five dollars which he could call his
own. He firmly determined that he would lay
by every cent he could spare from his earnings
towards the fund he hoped to accumulate.
But Dick was too sensible not to know that
there was something more than money needed
to win a respectable position in the world. He
felt that he was very ignorant. Of reading and
writing he only knew the rudiments, and that,
with a slight acquaintance with arithmetic, was
all he did know of books. Dick knew he must
study hard, and he dreaded it. He looked upon
learning as attended with greater difficulties
than it really possesses. But Dick had good
pluck. He meant to learn, nevertheless, and
resolved to buy a book with his first spare
earnings.
When Dick went home at night he locked
up his bank-book in one of the drawers of the
bureau. It was wonderful how much more
independent he felt whenever he reflected upon
the contents of that drawer, and with what an
important air of joint ownership he regarded
the bank building in which his small savings
were deposited.
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