Folkways: The Foggy, Foggy Don't

If the attempted Washington Square revolution had succeeded, unregulated folk-singing might have flooded all the parks in all our cities.

—New York Times Editorial

One of the most agreeable and freest entertainments in Manhattan is, or was, to wander down to Washington Square in Greenwich Village on a warm Sunday afternoon and listen to the folk singers. There, on a good Sunday, ten or a dozen guitarists and banjo pickers will be roosting around the edge of a big, ugly fountain playing loudly or softly according to confidence and competition. The songs are love ballads and louder lieder, seditious of maidenly...