Gunther and His Railroad 
      by Morton 
      Morris
  
      Page 5
      
           There were indeed many 
      novelties connected with a trip to Coney Island in those days. On one 
      trip, I remember, a dispute arose between the conductor and the engineer. 
      When the train arrived as far as Unionville, the engineer left his cab, 
      and, surrounded by the interested passengers, the rivals settled their 
      dispute by a fist fight. After the engineer said that he had enough, all 
      hands boarded the train again and the remainder of the journey 
      commenced. 
     To be better fortified for one of 
      these trips, it was the regular custom for nearly all of the male 
      passengers, before starting on the long journey to Coney Island, to take a 
      drink of stimulants at the saloon in the depot at 25th Street and Fifth 
      Avenue. An engineer by the name of Maierhultz and his train crew one time 
      were in the saloon drinking and playing poker, awaiting for the time for 
      the train to start. There was too much money on the table when the gong 
      sounded announcing that it was time for the train to start. So they took 
      no notice of the clanging gong, but finished out the jackpot, the winning 
      man set up the drinks to the waiting passengers, the crew leisurely lit 
      their cigars, and then we all boarded the cars and started, some twenty 
      minutes later than the regular schedule time of 
      leaving. 
     After a few years of this sort of 
      service, Mr. Gunther bought two new engines, naming them after his sons, 
      Christ and George. Later he bought two more, naming them after his two 
      daughters, Meme and Maud. A few years later he added two more and called 
      them Sentinel and Clifford. 
     Always in 
      the spring of the year the old engineers would come around and apply for 
      their old positions. Each engineer took a personal pride in the engine 
      over which he had control, and was allowed the privilege each spring of 
      painting his own engine according to his own 
      ideas. 
     There was one engineer who had served 
      in the war of the rebellion, and who was particularly patriotic, who 
      painted his engine red, white and blue. 
     
      Gunther saw it from a distance, on its first trip, tearing across the 
      country, and he was frantic. 
     "For God's sake, 
      Drummond," he said, when he overtook his engineer, "whatever possessed you 
      to paint that engine red, white and blue?' 
     
      "You're a true American, ain't you?" said 
      Drummond. 
     "Yes, 
      but-but-" 
     "Well, so am 
      I." 
     "Yes, but that engine looks like a 
      traveling barber shop." 
     Gunther could not 
      convince Drummond, however, and the latter quit his job rather than submit 
      to any alterations. 
     The engine was afterwards 
      painted according to Mr. Gunther's ideas. 
     It 
      was painted a flaring yellow. 
     Drummond was one 
      of the most popular men, however, ever on the line and it was only a 
      matter of time before Gunther took him back into his 
      employ. 
     Many of the residents along the line 
      used to get Drummond to buy various things in the city for them, thereby 
      saving them a long trip. in this way and others he began to make 
      considerable money, and each day, after his last run, he would have quite 
      an elaborate supper spread before him at the old Tivoli Hotel, at Coney 
      Island, which he would relish while he made up his daily cash 
      report. 
     One night while Drummond was in the 
      midst of his feast, Gunther came along and saw him. He was dumbfounded, 
      and some hot words passed. 
     "Drummond," said 
      Gunther, "I believe that as a conductor you are making more money out of 
      this railroad than I am as its owner." 
     "Look here, Gunther," 
      said Drummond, "you tell me how much money you want 
      for your railroad. I'll buy it from you. Then I'll hire you to work 
      for me and give you a chance to get your money 
      back."
      
This picture marks the final end of 
      Gunther's era on the West End. The first electric train from the Fifth 
      Avenue L arrives, with everyone getting in the picture.   
      Paul Matus Collection.
      
          
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      Link: Bits of Old New 
      Utrecht Road from Gunther's era survive today.
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