The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1897-01-30
"A SNAPSHOT AT THE WORLDS
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cidental to the occasion. / reported
TO "Browney," the Worlds man, at
the Grand Central promptly at il
O'clock Saturday night. Shortly after
the advance sheets of the great sunday
World began to arrve--one wagon
following another in rapid succession.
Into the first cars were loaded the
"Hartford's," the "Springfelds, the
"Boston's" and other consgnments for
interlying towns. These were all de-
posted in their allotted spaces III the
several cars At half past one the real
activity set in, and continued to grow
apace until 2.35 a. m.-the time for
departure. The rumbiing OF the de-
livery wagons, the shouts OF the men,
hardly heard above the Kissing of the
escaping steam from the impatient loco
motive, the changing of the bells OF IN
coming and outgoing trains, all con-
tributed to make the scene as tascinat-
ing aud thrilling, as it was remark
able
Steaming and painting the horses
hurryng the finals" arrived. They
wereb unded into the cars with alac-
rity, and the conductor, Abe Hoag-
land, quickly gave the signal to go.
We We're off, seven minutes late.
What a ride We fairly flew over
he rails. On and on, through the black
night we swept. AS we swept past
he towns, the sliding doors were open
I'd and the bundles began to disappear.
At New Haven the train was divided,
one section going to Providence, the
other to Boston, via Springfield, AT
eight o'clock in the morning l arrived
IN Providence. After half hour stroll
through it's pretty streets i took the
train for Boston.
Sunday Worlds l saw in the hands
Of every newsboy, and Boston barely
awake Think of it! Away off in New
England and reading our morning
paper as soon as we do here. / doff my
nat in due reverence to Mr.. Powell, the
superintendent of circulation for the
World. Magnum opus.
Did l ply my art? Well, a little
The train men searched high and low
Tor tormentors. At the stations where
Ne stopped l could get the names of the
'innocents," and call them as from
afar, commanding them to report here
Or there, which they would do with
alacrity, some clambering over the
ears, and under the cars. We laughed
heartily at the antics of the policemen
stationed at the depot in New London,
Gilday, by name. He sought his man
FOR fully ten minutes and finally gave
1t up in disgust, with the remark: GO
TO - and I'll see you there before
i look for you any more" l stood at
his side, and to me he remarked: IF
he wants me let him hunt for me.
Look at my clothes, they are covered
with dirt, hunting for him.
In Boston | would stop the trolley
cars at Will, and start them at my
pleasure, In a restaurant near the old
Colony station, l would repeat the or
der given by the walters, which the
patrons concluded was an echo, and
there was a search to find the point
whence it came.
steak and eggs a great Boston
dainty)-have the steak rare and the
eggs we'll done"
city beans and pork, brown bread.
Put one on" and the familiar draw
one in the dark" ] would echo back
as Justify as the order was sung out. |
was not discovered.
on the Common where the Single
Tax advocates held forth Con Sunday,
mind you) / amused myself at their
expense, combating their arguments
with lively interjections which seemed
to annoy some and amuse many. They
could not locate me.
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AN EXPLOIT IN THE CATSKILLS.
very amusing exploit was that
given at Tannersville, in the Catskill
mountains. Our heroes" We're Mr..
d., of the big house of Lord & Taylor
and certain city clubman whom we
may call Mr.. G.
The picturesque Maple Grove House
Has oil aI
maple trees in the foreground. It's
grassy lawn is great carpet of green
the house itself is old fashioned and
quaint, and perhaps a better place to
conjure up the shades of the lamented
Rip Van Wrinkle could not be found.
On this particular evening the guests
We're seated on the porch. Softly came
gentle rat-a-tat-tat on the window
panes. 1t was raining a the time and
Out little attention was paid to it.
nlled my mouth with the tiny shot and
directed a number ON them into the
midst OF the guests. Instantly all was
CONFUSION, and as We all rose to seek out
our aSsailant. Mr.. d. and Mr. c. were
all gallantry, and / might remark here
there We're several ladies in the party
l had not as yet directed any missile
at our heroes. Instantly | did so al
their valor vanished. / fairly raineC
the little missiles on them. Then e
voice, which all declared came from the
air, cried:
Mr.. D., all are we'll in Australia"
l had learned his family was there
He became thoughtful and conferred
with his friend Mr.. C,
Together they called out: "Who are
you?"
Il am the spirit of r. W." replied il
q sepulchral tone.
Good night, good night" said the un,
seen presence. "I'll come again on tn,
eve or the morrow. Good night" anC
the voice died away in the distances
trick in ventrloquism not at all diff
cult and often effective To my sur
prise the words had the desired effect
ana that night after retiring could hea
the guests in their rooms discussing tn,
strange visitation. For the first tim,
Mr.. ID. and Mr. C. agreed to room to-
sether. The rattling on the window:
ana the pelting they got with the ''peb
Dies as they termed the shot, together
with the strange message from Aus
tralia Visibly affected them.
The Following day they both declared
they had not slept a wink during tn,
night To their inquiries as to who r
" was they received the assuranc,
that 1t must be Rip Van Wrinkle
1t was Mr.. Kennedy, the well knowr
horseman, of New York city, who sug
gested this. He was "in the know" anC
discreetly kept his knowledge to him
SELF Our heroes, who hugged the de
fusion that II might indeed be the spiri
or KID. either forgot or did not know
that he was creature of fiction. ThC