The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1892-02-07
Pimply, Blotchy Skin.

conductor told him so. The fellow cursed
and acted ngly. The conductor c~ollared
him. dragged him through the car and
threw him off, the grIpman hardly check
ing the cor. What struck me was that not
a person in that car said n word. Every
body locke as If he thought it was about
the right thing 10 do. as in Chicago the
world doesn't stop to find n soft place for a
drunken man. Had that been in Indian
apolis. do o know what would have
happenedf Every man. woman and child
would have had something to SAY, and the
conductor would have found his discharge
waiting for him at the end of the trip. Oh,
we're O neighborly lot of folks down here"
The curiosity of the average Indianapolis
citizen found illustration the other day on
College avenue. A gentleman observed q
smoke arising from the base of an iron pole
upon which the electric street-car wires
are strung. He stopped n gazed at 1t
wonderingly. Then another citizen stopped.
and they began TO speculate about the mat
ter. Athird gentleman. q person of scientific
tendency. came along. and the phenomenon
was referred to him for explanation. He
decided very promptly that the smoke or
steam arose from the sewer. which would
have settled the question had not a matter
Of-fact person explained that the
sewer was not there. Quite a crowd gath
cred, and one gentleman leaned against the
pole. He took his ham AVA quickly, but
said nothing. Two or three others touched
il accidentally. aud wero equally retlcent.
A street-railroad conductor then came
along, and explained that q rubber lnsu-
lator had burned out, and the lightning
had charged tho pole.
A lady was waiting in the transfer car
the other day for an Indiana-avenue car.
Along came II Pennsy~lvania and South Me-
ridian-streets car. aud halted at the trans
fer car. "Indiana-avenuo car" called the
transfer agent ut the west end. The lady
stepped from the transfer upon the car
platform. The car started. and at Illinois
street turned south. The lady jumped up
and ran to the driver and said: Didn't
that transfer man call this car for Indiana
avenuel" "Yes ms'am. he did" answered
the driver, Il heard him plainly" The
driver stopped. aud the lady won't back to
take. but he refused to let her in the trans
fer again unless she paid q nickel. There
We're three people standing by. when she
made the explanation, and each corrobo-
rated her statement that the agent had
called the South Meridian. street car for In
diana avenue, but this important person.
age only answered. II know / didn't. and
there amt no use ringin in o bluff hyere."
A tall. slim and scrious.looking young
man wearing the badge of q Y. Nj. C. A.
delegate. mounted an enstern-bound motor
car one day during the last convention.
AS he was about to pay his fare it flashed
upon him that he had forgotten the name
of the street at which he wanted to stop.
The car would run too fast to depend upon
his memory of the surroundings. What
was he TO do! It then occurred to him
that he had seen an unusual name on o
saloon at the corner of the street, and then
he said:
Let me off at Buckshot's saloon" The
conductor and passengers were shocked.
What connection could there be between
this bad~ge-bedecked young Y. Nj. G. A. dele
gate and a saloon. The young man &C.
knowledgeL the inconsistency with q smile
as if he saw the joke on himself, and when
he alIghted the passengers watched him
turn in ali opposite direction. 1t was then
realized the saloon corner and not the bar
was what he wanted to designate.
They had come in from the rural dis
tricts. and were seated In the rear end of
O trailer on the Illinois electric line. They
mad gone but n short distance when the
curious reflections of the old man were in
terrupted by the exclamation. well, I
never!"
BE Quiet, Emaline," replied the old man,
and looked dreanily ont of the window at
the houses chasing each other in their
flight toward the north pole, with an ex-
preston of intense interest on his face.
When they were handed down at the
proper crossing the first words the old man
heard were: Its a dreadful shame. Henry,
to see pore dunn brutes drove at such q gait.
and you know it."
do you remember my friend Elkleg's
son who went West q few years ago to mar
~ an heiressf' asked q gentleman on q
Shelby-street car the other night.
20 yes" answered the amiable lady, who
had at one time young Elkleg's devoted at
tentions, "but / hear that since then be
has been leading q fast life"
"Ye-es," replied the other. "he il now q
motorman on a Kansas City electric carl"
She approached one of the dispatchers in
the transfer car very Indignantly. and gave
him a piece of her mind before he could cor
rect her.
"I've been waiting here for nearly an
hour. sir. and If this car IS never going to
start l want my money back"
She was soon put blushlnyly into a West
Indianapolis sweat-box and went jingling
OFT to her destination.