San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1894-06-19
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1.-THE SUBURBAN CAR MANI

"ha, man, DC llCIle Z dTelul leSG
you mash those heggs," said a
blonde English brogue motorman
on one of the suburban street cars
as nestled near the front end of
one of the two long seats.
eggs 2" said, somebody for
got to take them out Of the car ?"
alleges, that's what l said," re-
turned the mOtorman In further,
fuller explanation of the matter.
"They don't belong to no one but
to Mrs. Henderson in that one
story;yellow 'ouse next to the board
ing 'Ouse. She gave me the money
and l bought them at the grocers
by the switch; so you see nobody
left them on the seatw
This occurred when / first be-
gan to ride suburban cars, but
l have long since ceased to
wonder and muse over such lit
tie matters, in fact, if were COM
PEELED to tell the truth, l would
have to admit that l myself have
on divers occasions taken just
such advantage of the blonde motor
man himself, as had this Mrs.
Henderson, as he called that es-
temable lady. If you, my friend,
have lived in the far out suburbs
and temptingly close to the car line,
you will probably have done like
wise.
Have you ever (considered) what
an indispensable blessing the street
car man is to the suburban in
habitant? When / assert that tn e
baker man can not compare with
him lin Importance, l am surely
saying not little when | main
tain that the vegetable vendor
with his resonant, discordant
bugle blasts, does not reach his
level, l am putting the matter
even stronger but / will dare to
climax all this by asserting that
even the ice man is not so popular.
In the suburb In which / Guilt
vate and satisfy an enormous APP
petite during the day time, and
snore away the windy nights, the
street cars make but half hourly
trips and a car mans experience
during the day is something like
this.
In the early morning hours of
the first car he finds a stack OF
daily papers which he is to carry
and pitch into the homes of the
suburban along the line. 1t is too
early yet, perhaps you think, for
some one to ask to have a favor
done, but not so. AS he sweeps
around the curve before our door,
merrily ringing the gong of his car
with a snare drum rythmn to the
tune of "Oh dem Golden Slippers"
he sees on the long, mile stretch,
down hill and straight as an ar
row, a woman several blocks ahead,
frantically waving her handker-
chief.
"My 'eavans, what does the
madame want to do down town so
hearty as this. She can't be going
to mass, for she's a Methodist, and
she can't be going to catch the
hearty train, for she'sh expecting her
daughter this afternoon" muses. the
car man. Incidentally | might
add, that il there be ought you
want to known about the number
of teeth of Col. bubbles daughters
youngest child, the condition of
the madame's Jersey COW, the
number OF boarders in the new
boarding house, the particulars of
some awful family scandal or some
unfortunate love affair, could re-
fer you to no better posted party
than the suburban car man, not
that / say it to his disparagement,
but rather to his credit, showing
as it does, that the whole suburb
has taken him into it's completest
confidence. But while he muses.
and while l ramble, the woman
still frantically waves her hand
kerchief.
"My," she calculates all out Of
breath and as excited as if she had
run four blocks to catch the car,
"you were coming so fast, |
thought you would never see me.
What | want-that is-look-I
want to ask if you would do me
favor. l bought basket of grapes
yesterday and would like to cook
them this morning before my
daughter comes, and I've got no
one to send"
Eyes man," replied the car man,
&c ohAnlI do OO