Omaha daily bee., 1903-03-18


six cities that operate their own plants,
burning 2,O00-candle power lamps, pay an
average price Of $685. As per lamp per year,
while New York has paid S146 per lamp
for the same service.
When a young man named Edward
Barton was arraigned on a charge OF in
toxication in the Gates avenue police court.
Brooklyn, reports the Times, a woman ell
bowed her way up TO the bench.
Your honor" she said, this man came
to my house on New Lots avenue last
night and, representing himself as a de-
~tective, got in to a fight with my hus-
band."
what is your name, madam" asked
Magistrate Furlong.
"Spellit," she replied.
why. how can 1 spell II II I don't
know what it is?" said the magistrate,
astonished. Cant you spell your own
name?'
"of course, Judge" returned the woman
with a puzzled air. IT'S s-p-e-l-l-i-t."
"Oh, I see; that's your name, Spellit,"
said the magistrate. Then turning to the
prisoner: What have you to say to this ?"
at is not true that I went to the house
Of this Mrs. Writeit," declared Barton.
"Spellit," corrected the magistrate.
The court was beginning to get into a
bad tangle over the name when the magis-
trate cut things short by directing that a
charge Of impersonating a policeman be
made against Barton, and he was held.
To the music Of a brass band Mayor Low
drove the first spike for the first rail In
the tracks of the subway last Saturday
afternoon. There was much sp%eechmaking
and congratulation that this great i'm
provement for which New York has waited
so long is now within touching distance OF
accomplishment.
AS soon as the mayor laid aside the
brand-new cteel hammer with which he
drove the spike into its bed a hundred
tracklayers began laying rails along the
already prepared cedar ties, and the bril-
liantly lighted tunnel rang with the rapid
blows.
The ceremony took place at the Fifty
ninth street circle station, near the site
of the Virginia hotel. There were present,
in addition to the mayor, President Forbes
Of the Board OF Aldermen, Comptroller
circuit, the borough presidents, a large
number Of aldermen; John B. Mcdonald,
the subway contractor; August Belmont,
president of the subway company, and
many invited guests.
AS the invitation was not sent out until
late, the public was hardly aware that
the formal beginning of the ~tracklaying
was about to take place. Had It been
generally known, there would have been
such a demand for invitations that II would
have been impossible to grant half the de-
mands, owing to the limited space in the
station.
The officials OF the subway company are
now certain that the trains will be running
by next fall.
The car was bound uptown, relates the
Evening Post. In the Sixties, two hand
somely gowned women, evidently bent upon
an afternoon of five o'clocking," took
seats. At once the, pair engaged in an
absorbing and not too gently modulsted
conversation, in which the relative merits
of "ettamine' and wolfe were discussed
with all the precision of experts. Sud
denly one of the women looked out of the
window upon the Central Park landscape,
and gave a little squeak.
Were almost there, and i look a per-
feet fright, / know" she exclaimed.
you do look warm" returned her COM
panion frankly. You'd better" She held
out a little silver box, which had been
dangling with other silver things, at her
Chatelaine. The lid OF the box was open.
1t disclosed a tiny puff and powder.
Il guess I will, 4" said the woman OF the
first part, and without more ado, and ut
terly oblivious of the concentrated gaze
OF the other passengers, she daintily tapped
her nose, chin and cheeks with the pun.
Then, drawing down her veil again, she
handed the puff back to its owner, who
closed the lid Of the little box with a snap,
and let il bangle at her belt. The con-
versation had gone on untroubled by the
facial operation.
Lord, no, I'm used to it" said the con-
ductor. 81 used TO think II was funny
when l first saw them do IT. A woman is
liable TO put a dab Of powder on anywhere.
Only not all of them carry such nice little
boxes. One woman passenger we have gets
on regular at Seventy-second street and
carries loose powder in her satchel. She
dips in her handkerchief and brings out
a cloud like an upset -four barrel. And
the strange part OF it is, they never seem
to mind how many people watch EN- do II.
Once the old party / was speaking about
produces her powder shower right next to
a fussy old chap, who is pretty well made
up for a man himself, toupee and dyed
beard, and all that. He stood II for a few
minutes, busting his coat as the powder
fell. Finally he turned to her and said:
Madame, don't you know that you're