Desc: The Life of Big Tim Sullivan; Or, from Newsboy to Senator: With Joseph Sullivan. All of the wonderful stories of life that are told of New York's great lower East Side teem with perseverance, tact and hardship, but, strange to say, most of the men who saw the light of day and their early struggles down in that seething maelstrom of existence have left their earlier associations behind them when success crowned their efforts. They went up into the more refined strata of metropolitan activities and looked back upon the Bowery as something to be remembered with a shudder, but with Big Tim Sullivan it was different, and we show in this picture the wonderful career of the man who sprang from poverty to great wealth and power, but whose proudest boast was the sobriquet of "The Bowery Senator." With enough romance interwoven to give play to a number of old-time characters, we show the barefooted newsboy at school and how he earned the nickname of "Dry Dollar Tim." The fates must have guarded him in his early days because he looked to forgive in his later years the men who antagonized him and placed obstacles in his path when he was a youth. We show Tim when in the admiration of that powerful old organization, "The Whyo Club;" it may truly be said that he won his first nomination with his fists and as soon as he reached his first office as Member of Assembly he began to build a perpetual monument of greater hearts and thankful souls. When the Bowery was flooded with the human wrecks of the great city. Big Tim reached their hearts like a man who knows them, through their stomachs. As his power grew and his constituents gave him higher office he remained a man of his people and never turned his face from an enemy or his back on a friend. When they came to Big Tim for help there were no explanations necessary. His big kind eyes would look into their very souls and in a moment he would know that by helping the applicant he is casting bread upon the waters. Whether it was to relieve the financial stress or to save a loved one from being cast into prison or to secure for a straggler a permit that would mean earning a living, Big Tim was always ready to stop the wheels of state and do the request of his people. In this way he built up a constituency that will forever in political annals stand separate and apart from the general meaning of the term. His supporters would gladly give their lives if it would help Big Tim, but all he ever allowed them to give him was the vote on election day. We show here an old time election and how Tim came up in the political world by giving back to his people the good that the world had brought him through their support. In the course of the story, he starts a young man off on the ground of success and he meets in later life the barefoot boy for whom he sacrificed his own comfort when they were both selling newspapers on the streets of New York. The narrative takes the spectator through a series of situations that are unique and interesting as memories of a forgotten day and when we come to the present day we find Big Tim in full power. In the midst of a grand ball given in his honor he stops to help from his pocket a poor unfortunate who knew that in his necessity he would call upon "The Big Fellow," as he was affectionately known under any circumstances. With various ways the production brings forth, and lays open a great heart of this born leader of men. In fact, Big Tim's charity became an institution and to this day it is carried on as he willed when he met his untimely and ignominious end. Every Christmas the flotsam and jetsam of the dark alleys of Chinatown and the Bowery gathers at the headquarters of Timothy D. Sullivan Association for its only square meal of the year. Here, these poor unfortunates forget for the brief hour their days and nights of hunger and anguish. They eat to their hearts content, for nothing is too good for "Big Tim's Boys" and, when they leave the festal board, tickets are handed them which entitle them to another visit at the Club's headquarters in February and there, from the coldest of winter days when you are satisfied to listen to the howling of the wind from the snugness of your fireplace or steam-heated apartment, the human wrecks of New York City give thanks and pray for the peace of Big Tim's soul because he gives them each a pair of warm socks and shoes that will keep the frost from their aching, weary feet.