Daily Yellowstone journal., 1890-06-17
Tuesday Jure IL, 1890.
TRYING TO GET BACK A TICKET.
New Workers Are Suspicious, According
Ia the Following Incident.

New Workers Are Suspicious, According
To The Following Incident.
Three men who were taking an ele-
waited train at Park place were all eager
to pay the fares. The result of their
enthusiasm Wa that four tickets were
dropped in the box. The man who
guards the ticket chopper, a good ma
tured, kindly eyed fellow, who knew all
the men. saw the four tickets 60 in, and
was good enough to offer to return IN
ticket. His efforts to do this brought
out the characteristic shrewdness and
independence of the average New York.
er. Indeed. il did more than this. II
showed several men in a ludicrous light,
their natural suspicion against trickery
and ''bunco" work suddenly driving
them to the violent extreme of common
sense.
The first person who came up the
steps after the three was an energetic,
man. He threw down a five
cent piece at the window, seized his
ticket, and before any one realized what
he was doin,, threw it into the box.
Opportunity No. 1 lost.
He was f lowed by a tall, slender
man, whohSd adreamy, absent minded
look in his eye.
Heres our chance" said one Of the
party.
"Give lie the ticket, please" said the
station nan. extending his hand.
But the other did not hear him, APP
parently, for he half pushed the hand
aside, and dropping in his ticket, me.
chanically walked along the platform
and gazed up into the somber skies, ut.
terly oblivious of the laughter Of the
three men who were trying to collect
the ticket.
The next ina was the keeper of a
news stand. Upon his shoulder he car
ried a great pile of newspapers. He
came drifting along like an overloaded
barge, pushing every one before him
and in went his ticket just as he drop
ped his bundle with a grunt of relief.
Following him came a short, thick
set man, with a hostile face.
give me the ticket, please, repeated
the guardian of the chopper, reaching
for it. The other brushed his hand
aside roughly.
What do you meanr' he said, sharp.
ly. Three pairs Of hands were cover.
ing the box, while three men were
choking with laughter.
"See here, young fellows" cried the
short man angrily, you can't play any
games on me. | put my ticket in the
box, and nowhere else. l wasn't born
yesterday"
Some one tried TO explain.
mo, you don't" he answered, look.
ing as wise Is a seer. Il don't give up
my ticket, and, forcing aside the hand,
over the box, he dropped in his ticket
looked down the box TO make sure that
1t was there, and stalked off with the
air of a conqueror.
Better catch the next one ut the
head Of the stairs" was suggested, no
this plan was tried. Ii was a thin
faced, narrow eyed person who ap
peared this time.
"Oh, of course" he said, after hav-
ing protested against being stopped.
But mind you, / must be allowed to
pass. Idon't care how much you skin
the company" he added, with a wink.
80 long as ! come out all right. He
insisted on holding his ticket until he
had passed the box. Then he handed
it over, saying: Il enjoy seeing people
beat this company, even IL | can't do il
myself"
q There was no use to try to explain
further. He had made up his mind
that the company was being cheated,
and nothing could convince him to the
contrary, for, as the station man said,
They're a queer lot New York Tn.
bune.