The sun., 1903-10-07
STEERS IN A CROCKERY SHOP
ONE GOES THROUGH DOOR, THE
OTHER THROUGH WINDOW.
Young Woman Clerk Flees Through Win.
dow-SOme Of the Stock Pulverized
and Some Merely Cracked-Steers Had
Been Frightened BY Bergenline Car.

YOUNG woman Clerk Flees Through Win.
dow-eOme Of the Stock Pulverized
and Some Merely Cracked-steers Had
Been Frightened BY . Bergenline Car.
1T s all right In Madison Square Garden
over In New York, said Henry Korsgen to
sympathetic visitors yesterday. But this
place wasn't built for 1t, and don't like It. :"
He stood on the tattered remnants Of a
piano lamp that was draped gracefully
over a pulverized tea set and received the
condolences Of his friends.
Mr.. Korsgen's store is on Bergenline
avenue, at Garden street. Bergenline ave-
nue. ia the great overland cattle trail from
the Secaucus meadows to the Amsterdam
avenue abbatoirs in New York. II Mr..
Kongen never realized this before he
realized 1t yesterday morning.
Ed Doyle. . butchers drover from 4e
Amsterdam avenue, was driving herd Of
eleven steers from the farm Of John Cantz
Of Secaucus toward their doom when the
thing happened. A Bergenline avenue
trolley car started it. No ono on this side
OF the North River who has not had actual
experience Of them can imagine what the
Bergenline avenue trolley cars arc like. No
mere track confines their activities. To
one who is In front Of them, they seem as
uncertain Of their next movement as does
q hen which is reluctant to leave freshly
planted garden. He who stands behind
one of them stands in great danger Their
bells are as the rattlesnake's warning.
They tell Of trouble and move him who Ia
warned to jump. But no human knowl-
edge will aid one man to jump more wisely
than another. The issue is with higher
power than that Of the human intellect
The steers under the guardianship Of
Doyle displayed very nearly human in
telligence when they heard the bell of the
trolley car. They scattered. Some went
to the rolling. rocky meadows over the
valley OF the Hackensaok. Others made
for the Palisades, and found lodges over
hanging the river where they were In danger
OF being precipitated to the rocks beneath
but where no trolley car could reach them.
Two OF them went into Mr.. Korsgen's
store. It is store where tea Is given away
to people who like to buy crockery and
things by saving up tickets.
There is an old tradt ion about what
bull can do in a china shop: Mr.. CantZ's
One of them went in through the door.
The other found the plate glass window
better suited to his requirements. The
glass was no impeachment at all. There
was young woman clerk working on the
books at the back OF the store when they
entered At last accounts she had not
come back. The apron which she wore
still fiutters from what is left Of the frame
Of the back window.
The steer that tried the window didn't
like il and backed out somewhat worse
for the wear of broken glass on his nervous
system. When last seen he was moving
toward Secaucus, digging up an occasional
cobblestone with his left horn. The other
one, after several policemen. three volun-
teer fremen-not In red shirts-.-Drover
Doyle and Proprietor Korsgens had cir
culated around the sidewalk, yelling "shoo'
and $50 boss, so-o-o," for half an hour,
came out by the door, even as he had
entered, with lovely chrome entitled
Picking Hyson in the Meadows of Japan
bottornless water pitcher hanging from
one horn. He had the right of way on
Bergen Line avenue for some time,, until he
got caught In picket fence and the deco
rations were removed.
Mr.. Cantz was around Union Hill last
night assuring every one interested that he
would pay all damages.