I believe honesty is one of the greatest gifts there is. I know they call it a lot of fancy names these days, like integrity and forthrightness. But it doesn't make any difference what they call it; it's still what makes a man a good citizen. This is my code, and I try to live by.
I've been in the taxicab business for thirty-five years. Taxicab drivers have to be rough and tumble fellows to be able to take it in New York. Because taxi drivers are tough, people get the wrong impression that they are bad. Most of them are honest fellows. You read in the papers almost every week where a taxi driver turns in money or jewels people leave in their cabs.
One time in Brooklyn, I found an emerald ring in my cab. I remembered helping a lady with a lot of bundles, so I went back to where I had dropped her off. It took me almost two days to trace her down to return her ring. I didn't get as much as a "thank you." Still, I felt good because I had done what was right.
I came to this country in 1913 and held several jobs before enlisting in World War I. After being discharged, I bought my own cab. It hasn't been too easy at times, but we have savings for a rainy day.
When I first started driving, Park Avenue was mostly coal yards. Hoofer's Brewery was right next to where the Waldorf-Astoria is now.
In all my years, I have never had any trouble with the public, not even with drunks. Even if they get a little headstrong, I just agree with them.
People ask me about tips. Most Americans are pretty generous. I always try to be nice to everyone. I believe in God and try to act toward others like I think God wants me to act. The longer I try, the easier it gets.