Los Angeles herald., 1892-07-25
SHE WAS FROM CHICAGO.
Nothing Suited Her in tho Metropolis,
So She Wont Back Home.

NOtnl0E Sulte0 her IN tne metropolis
So She Wont Back Home.
A friend of mine had a relative of the
aunt degree from Chicago recently here
ON visit She was over fifty, but as
nimble as cricket and was never tired
of comparing New York with her dear
| Chicago. Dear old innocenti she was
so proud of her native city. She was
taken down to the Battery and when
she saw the bay she exclaimed:
"Dear mel And this is the ocean, is
it? Welll welll Lake Michigan is big
ger than this"
They took her to old Trinity, but she
said they had finer churches in Chicago,
and told the acting deputy assistant sex
ton SO. He was surprised.
sis this the biggest graveyard you've
got in New York;" she asked, looking
over the ancient churchyard. They told
her about Greenwood and went over to
show it to her. Old women and young
lovers are always interested in grave
yards. She stopped a Brooklyn horse
car and told the driver she was from
Chicago and asked him where his car
went to. While he was explaining they
blocked up the street for mile, and
then she took another line. She sighed
and declared the horse car people east
were not as polite as they were in
Chicago.
When they got over to Greenwood she
asked gardener if he knew where any
of the Little family were buried. She
once knew person by that name who
was buried in Greenwood. Although
she made good many inquiries of grave
diggers and other workmen none of
them could furnish her the information.
To each one she said in sort of a pre-
liminary way that she was from Chi
cago. One man said that was all right
no apology was necessary. She looked
over several acres of tombstones and
finally gave it up. When they got back
she tried shopping in Harlem. A short
haired girl tried to sell her a piece of
goods for twelve cents a yard.
81 can buy that in Chicago for eight
cents" she declared. "I live in Chicago
and you can't fool me on goods" And
when she went out the short haired girl
and the cashier and floor walker and
cash girls ran out on the pavement to
get another good look at her.
They went into Fulton market and
everybody wanted to sell her something
to eat, but she told them she was from
Chicago and was only looking round to
see what New York people ate. The
buildings down town did not impress
the old lady from Chicago much.
~ don't see any buildings here as big
as the Rookery," she observed. ."Did
you ever see the Roekery?" she asked an
elevator man in the Equitable.
''The Rookery?' says he. "What's
that?"
"Why, in Chicago" says she. alive
in Chicago"
"Never been there, man," says he.
''Top floor"
Dear me! The buildings are not as
high here as they are in Chicago. This
is the top floor"
They thought they would come up
| town on a Broadway car, and finally
succeeded in stopping one. 1t was very
conductor something before she got on
and began as usual:
''Im from Chicago
Chicago people take the next car"
said he, and he rang the bell and left
them standing in the street.
This hurt the old lady's feelings, and
that night she declared she had enough
of New York. Next morning she packed
up and left for her home in the setting
sun, saying that Chicago was good
enough for her. She had heard good
deal about New York, but give her Chi
cago every time.--New York Herald.