Before Beach could unload a single shovel-full of New York earth however, he'd
have to confront a far more formidable obstacle: Boss William M. Tweed. Tweed
refused to grant Beach and his investors a charter to begin work on a
subway system largely because such a venture would threaten profits Tweed
hoped to gain by construction of an elevated railroad traversing Manhattan.
Ever vigilant, Beach concocted a cover story--a proposal for a pneumatic mail
dispatch system--designed to sneak a building permit past Boss Tweed. In
reality, Beach was building his subway on the sly, beneath a rented store front
located right across the street from City Hall and Tweed's minions.
In February, 1870, one year after the surreptitious construction project began,
Alfred Ely Beach revealed his secret to a dumbfounded public. Clean, quiet,
brightly lit, and smooth riding, its station equipped with a grand piano,
chandeliers and a goldfish-stocked fountain, Beach's subway created a sensation
in New York. In it's first year of operation 400,000 visitors paid twenty-five
cents to enjoy the block-long ride between Warren Street and Murray Street, and
back again.
Beach responded to the public's adoration of his brainchild by submitting a bill
to the New York State Legislature to extend his line all the way uptown to
Central Park--a distance of some five miles. Once again, Boss Tweed was
determined to derail Beach's dream. With New York Governor Hoffman securely in
his pocket, Tweed was confident that any measure passed by the legislature
allowing Beach to expand construction would be vetoed. He was correct. For two
years, Beach tried in vain to propose subway plans that were beyond the grasp of
Tweed's political reach. Finally, in 1873, with Tweed removed from his powerful
perch, Beach's bill gained approval and Governor John A. Dix signed it into law.
Beach had won a long fought battle. Little did he know he was about to lose the
war.
A stock market crash followed almost immediately on the heels of Beach's subway
bill being written into law. Overnight, interested investors withdrew support and
the dream of a New York subway was again deferred. It would be another
twenty-five years before talk of a subway was taken seriously. By this time
Alfred Ely Beach's grand accomplishment was looked upon as a passing novelty. The
pneumatic tunnel was long forgotten by most New Yorkers when in 1912, sixteen
years after Beach's death, workers excavating a new branch of the
Brooklyn-Manhattan Transit happened upon a bricked up tunnel that housed, nearly
intact, Alfred Ely Beach's well-preserved subway car. Time had neatly preserved
the transportation artifact. And while the once impressive fountain still
remained, it had long since run dry.