The age-herald., 1899-08-20
ADDISON RYMAN'S
 NEW YORK LETTER

thing larger than ferry boat in ten years.
 But on the occasion of the big yacht race between the Columbia and the Shamrock, the Rocking Chair Fleet promises to go to sea. It will gather to 0 man upon a yacht and sail out to watch the race. Sea- SICK and miserable, but patriotic, the Rocking Chair Fleet' will sacrifice it's feeling for that great day
 New York Is running religion mad. God IS preached upon every street corner. Last Sunday evening at 10 o'clock, a tall, thin man, with an attenuated female as assist ant, was holding forth to a crowd in front of the Metropolitan Life on Madison square, next door to Dr. Parkhurst's famous church, now vine obstructed for the sum- mer with its pastor in the Alps; not POO rods away at the corner of Fifth avenue and Twenty-third street man with an English accent was "toiking of the wicked ness of the woild, ,"-and taking up col lection afterwards. Four blocks further up, the street evangelist, Mrs. Rice, was mounted on a chair haranguing the four corners of Broadway to be saved while 1t had a chance. Mrs. Rice takes up a col- lection after her evening meeting averag- Ing not less than 8 per night, generally more, for, as she openly declares. 'it costs more than $3 to live, when there is fami- ly and husband"
 Way up town the gospel tent, with Moody and Sankel, J. Wilber Chapman, and all the great ecclesiastics of the country are taking turns conducting meeting and mak- ing converts.
 And these people all do good. From the man who is assisted by the thin, piping female to the great Moody there are chances for world betterment. People who never get into the great cathedral on Fifth avenue are willing to stop on the street corner; and when they go away they are pondering tho good advice given by the speaker on the curb. One of these men calls his audience together nightly with the notes of a tally-ho horn: Mrs. Rice gathers hers by the song of her lusty hus- band whose voice is fit for opera the man on Twenty-eighth street, whom we have not mentioned before sets his wife singing "Where is my boy tonight?' and the Fifth avenue evangelist waves his silk hat and says Mother let us sing. There's a land that is fairer than day." and so the au- diences gather O nights attracted by the noise if not by the melody.
 Latest in Automobiles
 A sensational street car is running across Twenty-ninth street past the Gilsey house and back, by return route. through Twen- ty-eighth street. it being a single track road. This street car is an automobile, run with storage battery underneath and controlled by the familiar lever. It Is a converted street car. looking precisely like the ten thousand other cars with which New York city is provided.
 The singular thing about 1t is that If glides along the tracks without trolley pole or overhead wire. Underneath there is no cable slot, showing that 1t does not go by sub-surface cable. The car has absolutely no machinery except its own under con- struction and with this self-motor 1t runs. The tracks are there merely as a guide, as the car could easily run without them. The tracks, moreover keep the car from jolting, and this is a desideratum. As 1t passes along the street you hear the same familiar ''Teuf Teuf" which accompanies