Ten Years in Washington: or, Inside Life and Scenes in Our National Capital as a Woman Sees Them ... to Which Is Added a Full Account of the Life and Death of President James A. GarfieldClemmer, Mary
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Ten Years in Washington: or, Inside Life and Scenes in Our National Capital as a Woman Sees Them ... to Which Is Added a Full Account of the Life and Death of President James A. Garfield
Clemmer, Mary
Washington (D.C.) -- Description and travel; Washington (D.C.) -- History
At the close of each day, every fraction which has passed through the
division for the last twelve hours must be accounted for. If a cent is
missing, all the workers of the Bureau are detained until the missing
fraction is certainly found and safely deposited in the vault of the
Treasury. The vast monetary responsibility resting on the Chief of this
Bureau may be judged from a statement made, in his own report, for the
fiscal year ending June 30, 1872.
“There has been finished and delivered to the proper officers of the
Government by this Bureau, during the fiscal years ending June 30,
1870, 1871, 1872, in notes, bonds and securities, $2,050,141, and
331,273,955 stamps, and not a note, nor a sheet, nor a portion of a
sheet or note has been lost to the Government.”
But I hold the “open sesame;” so come with me and begin the story of a
paper dollar. Walking through the long, cool corridors and the airy
saloons of the lower Treasury, who would dream that afar up, close under
its clinging roof, ceaseless fires burn, engines play, eager shuttles
fly, and patient hands ply through all the nights and days to make the
people’s dollar! Here in these low, close rooms, these crowded halls,
whose roofs press down so low that even a child, in many places, could
not stand erect beneath it, patient men and women,—weary, gray, and
old,—and youth, with its first tints yet unbleached by the burning
atmosphere in which it toils,—all are at work making the paper dollar.
Sometimes in the dark night, down the granite colonnades, athwart the
great trees dimly waving in mid-air, across the lapsing fountains,
stream long gleams of light shooting from the tiny loop-hole windows
high up under the Treasury roof. They dart from the Printing Bureau of
the Nation. While the Nation sleeps, its servants, through the long,
still hours, go on making the people’s money!
First, the paper! It is all manufactured at “Glen Mills,” near
Philadelphia, by the Messrs. Wilcox, who own the mills, and are the
patentees of the “localized blue fibre,” made of jute, which runs
through the right-hand end of the fractional currency and United States
notes, and on the back of the bonds, etc. This fiber is _the_ obstacle
to the counterfeiter, and can only be overcome by oiling or soiling the
spurious paper, so that its absence cannot be discovered. The paper is
chemically prepared, and the application of an acid will change the tint
to one color, and an alkali, to another. Thus any attempt to alter the
filling-in or denomination of the stamped check, is defeated.
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