The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1893-06-07
LOST N STREET CARS.
A Queer Collection of Articles
Forgotten by Passengers
The once of a Chicago Company Th@t
Has Regular Museum OF Curiosities
-Ererything from Night Gown
TO an Ear Trumpet.

you've left your umbrella. lady"
and the conductor waved frantically
in the air a parasol adorned with
multifariOus tassels. The lady ad-
dressed. who had just got off the car,
turned. seized the parasol and without
a word Of thanks disappeared in the
throng which crowds Madison street
II the fashionable shopping hour.
Women are curious creatures" re-
marked the conductor to an observant
passenger. They're so f0rgetful. al
ways leaving things in the cars, and
when we happen 20 notice them before
they get ont Of sight they never thank
rs. And. by the way, there's an awful
lot Of stuff left in the cars I've found
nearly everything. Last trip picked
up lady's purse.
What becomes of all the articles
that are left?s' asked the observant
passenger, whose curiosity had been
aroused
'.Why, they are all turned in at the
Office. II you have time a trip there
would be interesting"
The Office of the West division street
railroad is located at the corner of
Washington and jefferson streets, and
thither the observant passenger wend-
ed her way, says The Chicago Times.
The young lady in charge of the lost
and found department readily permit
ted herself TO be interviewed. The
Office is a cOmmodious one, surrounded
by rows Of pigeon holes, in which
neatly labeled ald ticlzeted is to be
seen nearly every conceivable article
that is capable of being lost and
found"
'-You see,' said the custodian, ''our
stock Is rather low at present, be-
cause articles unclaimed after thirty
DAYS are returned to the conductor
finding them Quantities of fruit and
flowers are found. but they are i'm
mediately returned to the finder, as is
the rsle with all perishable goods
This morning a package of canned
goods came in Perhaps YOU would
like TO examine my list"
Here the young lady extended her
record book for inspection There We're
umbrellas by the score, with straight
sticks and crooked sticks, and some
with no sticks at all There were
gloves from the eenteel suede to the
one Of plain brown cotton. There
were rings from the noble diamond to
the one OF paste.
An Episcopalian prayer-book had
been left at the close of Lent, which
awakens the query: Has its owner
ceased to pray?" Next on the list
was a nursing bottle. Its poor little
owner of course went hungry until
another could be procured at a neigh
boring store; the baby meanwhile
threatening, as best it could, to change
its boarding place if it must be so
cruelty treated
a lantern. an oldsfashioned one, was
there. Some Diogenes' search had
been brought to 4 sudden close; or had
he found it useless?
Two items-things of much use
similar, yet not alike, were scrawled
across the page; one a check for fifty
dollars, and the other a pair of
checked pants" each infinitely use
ful while it lasts. but one represent
ing more than tie other, being able
to clOthe the whole body and the in
ner man with food as well
Here the observant passenger learned
that carpen ters lose saws. washerwOm-
en- lose soiled clothes and soap, BARRIERS
lose cases of their dangerous imple-
ments ''men of all work lose old hatch
cts, farmers lose carpet-bags, deaf per-
sons lose their ear trumpets, workmen
lose dinner pals, lovers forget candy
boxes and opera glasses, and ladies'
well. ladies sometimes lose their night
gowns
Even bottle of consumption cure
had been left with no one to cure. \
blundering youth had mislaid his tick
cts for theater-more perishable
goods.
But there were three small wax rab-
bits. Who lost them? Crinoline? Yes;
one package. Its loss to the owner
viii never be known, but one thing is
assured: one conductors wife. at least,
VIII lead the fashion next Sunday in a
fin de steele skirt
At last. but not least, was found a
rosary. It's sight recalled Sister Dolo-
rosa, with a wealth OF sweet flowers
that grew in the Kentucky convent
garden. What new penance would
this pure creature have to perform for
losing the string OF brown beads, over
which her hands had passed for years?
None, hoped the observant passenger,
as she left the Office just in time to see
a fat woman ''lose her grip on trail
car and indent the wet block pavement