The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1891-12-20

Der of cars into which the smokers could
retire That, however was only an ad-
ditional concession to the smoker; nothing
has ever been done in the interest
of the much larger class of street-car pa
irons who either do not smoke, or else en-
Joy their tobacco elsewhere and not to the
discomfort of their feIlow-ereatures.
Mandger Frenzel can make many friends
for his administration If he will take this
nuisance in hand and promptly bring about
its abatement =.
Human nature is permeated with ac-
tiyity that whenever two or three persons
are gathered together. even in q street car,
there are bound 10 be what Mulvaney
would call "proceedin's." The other night
as an lllinois-street electric car was flying
out toward the suburbs. two gentlemen
who lad been conversine all the way out
perpetrated little performance which
very much amused the other passengers.
The black-eyed man with the gray beard
tapped the other man. who was travelling
man with a eurly mustache, upon the left
breast and said:
You're at home.n
The travelling man evidently interpreted
the remark to mean that he was not out on
heroad. so he looked pleasantly affirmative
and said, Yes"
Rs
black-eyed man tapped the travelling man
again and said:
You're at home"
The travelling man looked O little dazed.
but being convinced that he was not out
ON the road. he again responded, ''yes,"
and the car still went lying along. Now
the black eyed man seemed TO feel that he
must put some decisive action into the
matter. so he tapped the travelling man
again with some emphasis, and remarked
with vigor:
You're at home. / mean: that's your
street that we just passed"
''Oh" shouted the travelling man. and
made a dash for the end of the car. Then
everybody laughed madly, except the
black-eyed man, who had either no sense
OF humor or was too worn out with mis-
efforts. -
The other night Captain Quigley boarded
en- Illinois-street car. on his way down to
roll-call. and was chatting away very
pleasantly rs he buttoned his great coat
up to his chin. and flashed his brass but
tons in the bright electric light. Presently
the conductor appeared at the rear of the
car where the CAPTAIN was standing, and
stood mp before his eaptainship with the
same longing look of suspense and expect
ancy with which every passenger Is con-
fronted.
What do you wantf" asked Mr. Qugley.
Il want 10 see your badge or your fare"
replied the conductor.
'What the ID is the matter with your
returned the indignant dignitary.
There isn't thing on earth the mat
ter with me, but / want your fare, or
want to see your badge"
You're getting just a little too cute all
you fellows-a little too smart III put my
badge on this time. but Pll bet q dollar
don't do it tomorrow night. You fellows
think you own che town: you may own the
banks. and you may own the franchises
IN the universe. but you"
Here the Captain IN his agitation. while
trying TO pin his badge on his coat ran the
pan IN his thumb, and the conductor care
fuI OF the lady passengers inside, closed the
rear door. Just as the trolly-wheel slipped
OIL the wire and the lights went out.
The recording angel. should that book
keeping spirit record the manifold short
comings of the street-railway company of
this city and its employees. would need half
dozen assistant angels to do the work
thoroughly. Not the least exasperating of
the many offenses chargeable to it is the
occasional refusal of conductors TO stop for
passengers. even when they are on the
proper crossing. liz sometimes happens
when car 10 behind time" that the con-
duetor will not stop. though there may not
De single passenger in the car. Some
times rot only one car but two IN success
sion viii 20 by. both refusing TO stop on
the plea that they have TO make up lost
time. The other morning on College ave-
eRo, . citizen stood on the crossing vile