Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-09-30
while the other worked the stereop-
ticon. but learned that afterward. On


this occasion a man and his wife were
down for some illustrated songs. The
man came out and sang all right, but
the lady failed to make her appear
want to appear green. so when wrote
the notice I accounted for her nonap-
pearance by stating that she was un-
able to sing on account of illness. AS
a matter Of fact, she could not sing, her
part being to operate the stereopticon
from the gallery, but you know that We
live to learn. and newspaper men have
many fag end to catch up with"
Here's one on John L. Sullivan"
said sporting writer, that has never
been published. When. the famous
prize fighter was on the down grade In
his fistic career he toured the country
as the hero Of theatrical combina-
ton. He was still a sensation, as ev-
cry now and then he would start out
on campaign to drink up all the corn
juice in his immediate vicinity. One
afternoon I started to round him up to
get his opinion regarding fight that
was going to be pulled off. found him
in a saloon surrounded by score Of
admirers. He was we'll satisfied with
the liquid that caused his downfall. and
he was busily engaged in pounding the
table with his huge fist and believing:
'Barkeeper. bring us another drink
John was ugly when he was In this
mood and there was no telling what
his befuddled fancy might lead him to
do, but had to get something, and so
I started in between bellows to lab
questions at him. For time 1t never
feased him, and he continued his clam
orings for more drinks. Finally my
persistence was rewarded, as he be-
came conscious that he was being
bothered, and, turning to me, roared
out: "Say, kid, are you a pencil?'
THAT was the extent Of my inter-
view"
Fires" said another member Of the
party, have always had fascination
for me. I never miss a big one now,
though my interest nearly cost me my
life at the foot Of Bates street some
years ago, owing to an explosion in a
cer ent warehouse. In those days re-
porters were allowed to ride on the ap-
paratus, and we always took advantage
Of the opportunity. This evening was
on my way to make a call, when I
happened in an engine house. While
there an alarm came in and hoped
onto the hose reel. The company was
short Of men, 80 on reaching the fire
the driver handed me the lines and he
jumped off to stretch the hose. I had
% drive the team out on the dock to
turn around, but on driving back found
that I could not get by, being hemmed
in by a truck on one side and coal
bin on the other, so I drew up right
across from the building. 1t was the
only reserved seat to watch the fire.
men at work, and 1 was taking every
hing in, until the explosion took place.
Some f1remen called me to jump. and
I did. just as a brick hit me on the
head. I ran under the horses, and
was lucky, as the hose reel was buried
with bricks. Half a dozen firemen
were caught under the falling wall, and
as one Of them was being taken to
the hospital In the ambulance he In
sisted on me using his rubber boots.
was pretty badly cut on the head and
legs. and the cement had blown through
my overcoat and suit Of clothes, ruin
ing them. However, I wrote up the
fire, but the accident was my own
fault, and I could not turn in an ex-
pense account"-Detroit Free Press.