To young reporters it looked as though Resurrection Day had come to the graveyards of Trinity Church and St. Mark's-in-the-Bouwerie. The occasion was the opening last week, two years after the building was completed, of the Museum of the City of New York. Present in the flesh were ancient Van Rensselaers with bonnets tied under their chins, Schuylers leaning on ivory-headed canes, minor de Peysters covered with bugles and smelling of camphor. There were old gentlemen with blue-veined noses and square-crowned derbies, middle-aged ladies who...
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