Right Even 90 years ago in Atlantic Highlands, there were Strykers reaching out to help people and doing the right thing. Even if it meant having a special council meeting to avoid the mayor’s signing a complaint against him for misconduct as a councilman.
It was 1936 and Councilman George Stryker and Mayor Chancy C. Phillips were in office,
John Denizen appeared at a council meeting asking for the water main to extended so he could get water to the house he had just built on Garfield Avenue. The mayor referred the plea to Stryker as chairman of the water committee, telling him to find out the cost of the extension.
Stryker, recognizing the resident needed water, approved the project before he filed the paperwork or any report. He had found 175 feet of pipe around the water plant not being used. So he hired some laborers to lay it for the extension and get the job done.
When Mayor Phillips saw it was being done by outside workers, he ordered it to stop and told Stryker if it did not stop, he was filing a charge against him for opening a street without proper authority. The work could be done by borough employees at a cheaper rate, he told the councilman.
Chief Sweeney was called into the situation by the Mayor and pretty soon the work was stopped, at least until council called a special meeting to discuss it.
The borough argued the work could be done at a cheaper rate by borough employees. But that wouldn’t happen until after some road repairs were finished and that wouldn’t happen for another week or so.
But the majority of council decided since the work for the water line was already started, why not just get it finished and over. So they did.
Cost of the work? $75.00.
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