The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-07-19
COMEDIES OF
" FORGOTTEN THINGS.
A Continuous Show Given by People
Bound on Vacation in the
Railroad Station.


to be able to close their eyes, started through
at one Of the big Jersey City railroad sta
tiOns the other afternoon.
Tickets" said the gateman. unenthusi-
Hsticaly. as the fat father Of the fat family
started to hurl himself through the gate,
HUH" inquired the father of the fam
lily, an expression that was half chapfallen,
half sheepish crossing his dripping coun-
tenance.
Tickets" repeated the gateman, yawning
sleepily.
"B'jing, | forgot to buy the tickets,
exclaimed the fat man, dismally. Say,
can't you let us through, and I'll pay the
conductor in cash for our rides-hey?"
'Gainst the rules" said the gateman.
Don't block the line, please. Have your
tickets ready"
The fat man squirmed back out Of the
line, encounteriug AZ he did so the collective
gares of the pushing people behind him
and the much more intensified glare OF
his wife.
Forgot TO get the tickets. Martha,
said the fat man, looking foolish. TO his
wife. Get EN- in half second, though
he right back. Wait right here with the
children" And he dashed through the
swinging doors at a numbering waddle,
while his wife dropped all of the hand
luggage with thump and the four highly
starched little girls picked out grips and
suit cases upon which to squat until their
parents return with the tickets.
He returned to his family in about four
minutes, holding the tickets in his left hand
and agonizedly hopping his face with the
handkerchief in his right. His fat face was
contracted into an expression of acute
misery.
MY dear GIRL" he said, edging apollo
getcally alongside his wife, its mighty
good thing stopped to take a glass of
water at the cooler inside just nova
mighty good thing indeed"
"Well, what is it now2" she asked him,
in tone filed with the prophecy Of trouble.
Now, don't be angry, my dear Martha, v
said the fat man, more miserable than ever,
but I fear that we shall BEER slightly
delayed-but only till the next train-only
till the next train, you know. There's
another one going in only two hours and
forty-five minutes, and I'll be back long
before that"
Back from where?" she asked him,
acridy.
Now. please, beg of you, do not make
things worse by an exhibition Of temper,
my dear Martha" moaned the fat man,
hopelessly, but my taking that drink OF
water at the cooler inside just now re-
minded me that I left the cold water turned
on In the kitchen sink when left the fiat.
just you wait with the children in the wait
ing room--Pn buy you some papers and
magazines-and-let's see-I can get up
to the l25th street l. station and back in
about an hour and half, and that'n give
us plenty of time for the next train.
Il couldn't be happy, you know, away
for two weeks with that cold water running
full blast The burned sink might over
flow and it'd cost me all the money
could make during the next ten years to
pay for the damage
Now, don't worry" and the fat man
darted for the ferry at a waddling lope
while the wife of his bosom gathered up
the traps once more and led the way to the
waiting room, the four little starched girls
trooping gloomily after her.
Notice that?" said the gateman, slam
ming the gate leading to the resort train
after the last belated passenger had can
tered through. I'm getting about four
dozen a day OF that kind since the hot
weather began, Only this morning one
of them gave me bad scare.
Great heaven! he gasped, just as he
handed me his ticket to punch before pass
ing through the gate, and his face turned
purple, and reached over to hold him UP
thought sure he was going to fall down.
"Merciful Providence, Charles, what is
it? Not the heat, hope and pray. Tell
me It is not the heath moaned his wife,
who was just behind him, grabbing him by
the lapels of his coat and gazing agonizingly
into his face.
my darling said the man, hoarseIy,
leaning against the iron fence and clutching
hold of couple Of the bars to hold himself
up, forgive mel beg and beseech you to
forgive me-.
But, my precious Charles, what is it,
she asked him--she weighed about two
hundred to his two hundred and half, and
the precious stuff was so funny that 1t kind
O. prevented me from seeing the tragedy
In the situation
my poor little abused pet said the two
hundred and halter, almost enfolding her
In his arms, \ am, / know, an objectionable
bungler "a vapid, yacuous lout beyond an
forgiveness-a hopeless, not so say criminal
er--baller up OF every blamed thing that |
touch-but, my own beloved little one, /
have lust remembered that | left tho gas
burning at full tilt in the bathroom, and
there is a bottle of gaso!ene that you were
using to clean your gloves on the bathroom
shelf, and if the fumes ever reach that gas
fame, merciful heavens, even as l speak
our cherished little home may be in ruins
ruinsr and he knocked his little outing cap
off his head and grabbed at his hair in a
frenzy.
"They went back to New York together
10 turn that bathroom gas jet off, and got
hack here 70 the gate, wited, gloomy
looking, and all in, for the next train couple
Of hours later.
We'll, sir did you find things all right|
| asked him with the idea of cheering him up.
ba" oh, needn't have worried he replied,
forlornly hopping his face. L might have
known the janitor would attend to the gas
We found him in the fat seated at my
wife's desk, enjoying her correspondence
and weneedn't have gone back at all to turn
the gas Olive might have known that that
jewel of a janitor would have attended
TO it,
Another Of them came cataputing
toward this gate yesterday afternoon. with
his little wife all but hanging to his coat
tails He was racing for the gate at such a
clip that she could barely keep up with him
without keeping a clutch on him.
Il picked him instantly as one Of these
hot weather forgetters, and when he handed
ma his tickets to punch noticed that he
tickets didn't have the 'B baggage punch
In them. +
You've checked your baggage, sir, 1