Milford chronicle., 1892-03-25

by the way, was y
had only Just come ~ y
"How's thatg" r-OV%
''why, it's because they
cars lost nowadays as they
they wasn't nothing but gas
streets with"
Cars lostl Why, man, wh15
mean? You don't say that your e
: ever loses any Of its cars, do yOu%
"Why, cert'in. Didn't you know
/ Amt you never seen in the papers an
vertisement of lost car? They read son
I thing like this: Fifty dollars reward; tn
above reward will be paid for information
as to the whereabouts of car No 1872 Of this
company's line. 1t was drawn by black
hoss and a white mare. The mare had a
spaving onto her nigh front leg and astraw
fender onto her nigh hind one. Signed by
the president of the road
"P'raps you think that anybody codld
take a Bleecker street car out Of the stable,
run her down to the end Of the line and
bring her back again. Why, we don't
never let a new man drive car till he's
run two weet at the very least, with one
of our pilots"
"PilOtsr' exclaimed the reporter.
"Why, cert'in. We have pilots just the
too; almost's much as the president. We
have to have 'em 10 learn the new men the
way round, Jest look at a map of our line.
It's like this;
eve start down to the foot of Twenty
third street, then we run to Ninth av'ner,
then to Hudson, then to Bleecker, then to
Broadway, then to Park row, then to
Beekman, then to South, then to Fulton
ferry and then we waters the hosses.
Starting back, we go to William, then to
Ann, then to Broadway, then to Bleecker,
then TO Macdougal, then to West Fourth,
then to West Tenth, then to Hudson, then
to Ninth av'ner and then to the stable.
That's one of our routes. The other one ia
worse still
"Old's l be, ! sometimes have to stop
when I come TO a corner and scratch my
head bit fore ! know which way to 90.
Butts ! said in the beginning faint nothing
to what it was fore we got these lectric
lampssh;i
eAfEs0 get lost yourselfP" asked the re-
porter
No I never did, but friend of mine got
lost, though, an they didn't see nOthin of
him for two whole days Then they got
dispatch from him dated way up in West
chester county, sayin, The cars all right
an the hOsses is all right, an I'm all right,
bat we can't find our way back to the
stables to save SIR necks.'
you don't meanNto say that any such
telegram as that ever cafie 70 your supeG
intendent, doyou?" demanded tgerePGs- .er
"That's what { said" responded the
driver somewhat haughtily; 'an Pm the
man that had to p3 an bring the car in.
You never see two men gladder'n the con
ductor an driver of that car was when they
set eyes on me.
"The first thing I said was, How'd You
get lostg
"'Well, says the driver, twas awful.
foggy night, says he, AN reckon must
a got onto the wrong track somehow
"That was all he could say about it 'cept
shat the further he went the wOrser he got
lost"
"Why didn't lie ask some of the men on
the other lines the way homer" inquired
the reporter.
"He did, but they wasn't friendly, an
gave him wrong directions, Probably il
wouldn't "a happened 'cept with a very
late car, The driver'd got long way of
alr line fore be discovered it, an when he
did find it out an ask of the other drivers
he met the way home they kept sendin him
and sendin him till they got hnn complete |
ly lost"
Excuse me-" said the reporter, "but ]
cant stop 10 hear the rest of the story now. |
i've got to get off here and go to a fire, but |
If you'll give me your name I'll come |
around and look you up tomorrow and get |
the rest of it. It hasn't ever been pub
liahed, has it,"
"Oh, no, answered the driver. Then he
took the reporters notebook and pencil
and wrote his name and address, "B. o. s.
Slyre, 102 Bunker street"
Thanks" said the reporter gratefully,
'I'll come and see you tomorrow forenoon"
Est he didn't 1t suddenly occurred tc
him rs ne looked at the car drivers name
that "B. o, S. Slyrea spelled something
that sounded like "Boss Liar" and then
be knew that the driver had made game Of
him.-New York Times