The sun., 1891-06-02
FIFTlETH TIME AT LEAST
THAT nm. FRANK WORK mas BEEN
PITCHED OUT OF a WAGON

| He rIses Ne cen Generally Think In the
Air and Arrange About Contne Down
Cemrertabiy-On Sunday He Hsaat Ttne
His Marc stood ssiii 60 Wait for Hi~.
Whom Mr.. Frank Work came to this city in
1889 and began to drive trotters in old Harlem
lanc tho first thing that happened to him OF
which he has any vivid recollection was that
he was pitched out Of the wagon. That was
more than nifty years ago. Tho eyent In his
life which 10 freshest in his memory occurred
tho day before yesterday. whom Mr.. Work. with
all his "a years and tho snowy hair which all
these years have left him, was pitched out OF
his wagon. Last niRht M. Work sat In the
rarlor Of hts residence Mt 10 East Twenty-sixth
street and reflected copcernin q the number OF
times lie had been pitched out Of his wagon
between these two eve nts A well-known
horseman once said. lauGhingly. to him:
Frank, you may bc shot one OF those days
and killed., and I wouldn't be SURPRISED II
they told me that you wore drowned shouldn't
think It at all remarkable. Maybe they'll hang
you or poison you. or blow you up with dyna-
mite. and Id believe It II they told me. But
II any one ever told mo that you had been
killed by being thrown out Of wagon I'D toll
him: Go to thunder; you can't fool me-"
1t was with grcat Gusto that Mr. Work re-
peated this pnecdote to = Sun reporter last
nEh reay hen Ina nS Sopsd tbot this las. affair
would hays been Eert out Of the papers. but
sunccss I'm in for T. again M II happcnsed e @ yes
GtS ss1n M s.spna q, sfs ss Ie
M soe sh. seass old Jazz
creaturs, you never saw 1 paid alOOOO for her
Ss b. sas has t
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couldn't drive. oamO tearing down behind
me. lifted my wheel. and The. wagon tilted u
shs ss anS cried % srs a
che stood sliiL just think Of Il TINT nov: tue
ysiiine. and ! In miisir. and the mare never
bndgod until came down. Did YOU ever hear
81 sSn With
my "iHi lie that ever inpdsd on my hend: ASA
eo@na eoe xnse how sS. fHA5 Tbs sSs an
ways Do; Il is 70 draw In my legs and
sa es oS can sss
doit; you know: just ,tryis somo limo and
Ss ss to nG hoy mnsn S
timo i came too suddenly for mo to think. apd
S9 my sld Il wssn on the
Mr. Work was silent for moment and then
We'll. IT was a providential escape. HsdI
been driving fast would have been killed.
When had picked myself together. and iaken
81 "n threw n
grass. Then I led the mare to Gahe Cases
"Mr. Work" asked the ~ reporter. how many
times hnve you been thrown from vehicler'
MIR. Work laughed merrily. 1t would take
up. I've been. driving over fifty years, and It
las happened at least once every. hm--I
much: I've been dumped six times these last
two years. and the newspapers didn't got hold
Of IT, Wouldn't It have tickled you to know
that one gray horse that I've got In my. stable
now has thrown me four times within one
year?"
Mr. Work laughed long and heartily over
this. and seemed to enjoy it hugely. Then he
grew serious again. and said:
had. have been verv fortunate"
And all OF Mr.. Works friends from New York
to San Francisco and from Maine to Florida,
will be happy 10 learn that he II still strong
and healthy. that his last accident has not in
jul ed him bit, and that he 10 good for twenty
mora uD6etS.