Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1905-11-05
CYCLONE GOES ON WHEELS
Nebraska City Street Cars Knock Out All
Speed Records
FLlT THROUGH SPACE LIKE A PHANTOM
driver of One Has Good Deal
of Fun with Three Pas
sonRers from the
Country.
Fur THROUGH SPACE LIKE A PHANTOM

Did you ever ride on Nebraska city
street carr
You could not have ridden on many OF
them, for there are only two on the entire
system. But these two will do to remember
and you will remember them II ever It falls
To your lot TO he jerked through space on
one ofthen.
Nebraska City Is one OF the most beauti-
ful and progressive little cities Of the state,
but like every other city. big and little, Il
has obstacles 70 encounter in It's march to-
ward the metropolitan.
But whatever else may be said of Ne
braska Citys street car system. Of its car
men. It must be said they are most accom-
modating and courteous in their treatment
Of passengers and particularly II they dis
cover any of their passengers to be from
out Of town. In this regard car men in
other cities might well emulate them.
Cordially is one of the distinguishing
elements in Nebraska City With Jealous
care and vigilant fidelity its people guard
the exercise of this good trait Of character.
The day of the unwilling of the Morton
monument-the biggest day in the history
Of Otoe county-this fact was conspicuously
manifest. And no person was more eager
in his desire to accommodate and entertain
than the men charged with the response
billy OF actually running these two street
cars.
All over the Line.
The cars seemed to be all over the line
all the time You couldn't look in any
direction, IL seemed but you would see
one of these quaint, diminutive affairs
whizzing through the air. The line runs
from the Burlington depot to Morton park
and throughout the day these two ancient
caravans were kept plying back and forth
between these termini, loaded ito the
guards" all the time.
Motive power? why, horses, or sometimes
mules. But never could horses run like
these animals.
About l:45 in the afternoon Of the unveil-
ing day one of these cars was tearing up
the street which leads to Morton park The
exercises were to begin at o'clock. There
was no time to lose. This car was literally
packed. All seats were taken, men were
standing on each others toes inside and on
the rear and front platforms. The driver
just barely had room in which to swing his
great blacksnake. But another man. a
stranger in the city, wanted TO get aboard.
As the car dashed up the street he ran out
TO catch 1t.
"who-a-pp, jimmy, there's anothrn!"
shouted the driver, as he began to set
brakes and draw in on his lines Hurry up!
Amt no time TO spare!" he called out.
Never mind stopping. Go right ahead.
I'll get on all right" yelled the man, who
was from Omaha.
He Got on, All Right.
He did get on-on the front platform.
which was not over two feet from the dash
board to the front of the car. It seemed. He
stood right at the drivers elbow, so that
every time that kind-hearted man swung
his blacksnake at his horses the smart,
small end of It took a half-hitch around
the strangers neck. But all this only
added to the delirious intoxication of the
sport. The man delved down in his pocket
and brought up nickel. He held 1t in his
hand for a while and then stuck it between
his teeth, the only natural place to carry
carfare. He waited for some one to come
get 1t. He gave a look back through the
long vista of the car, but he couldn't see
half through; it damned with hui
manity. Then he thought if there was a
conductor aboard II would be impossible for
him to come through the car and collect
fares on the front end, He then began to
look for him to run from the rear and
catch the front, but he didn't. The driver
was entirely too busy to bother with such
little things as fare, so the man reluctantly
put the money back in his pocket, intend
ing they do in Omaha, to send the
nickel to the company's Office the next day.
Then he reflected that that might be a
knock on the car men.
Finally, this car struck a down grade.
On the front platform were several Teu-
tonic gentlemen from out in the state
somewhere. The driver saw his opportunity
and seized II.
Time, Precious Time.
thine. time, we got'er make time" he
shouted at his raging steeds into whom
he was pouring the black snake like wheat
running into hopper The foaming ami
mails had struck dead lope They raced
through the atmosphere like two mad
steeds Of war. The old car swayed and
surged; 1t jumped up and down, leaped
forward and then seemed fairly to spring
from one intersection street to another
Like phantom flying through the air
this caravan sped onward, ever onward, "
as Bill Nye said of his fox chase.
Mine Colt, schtop it," yelled distracted
passenger on the front platform; II cain