The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-06-25
HUNTING AUTOS WITH AUTOS.
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The mavericks that rce across Tho Had
lands ~ Harlem, having cracks In tho
asmoapherp hllcd with Tho smell ~ easolene,
took place Yesterday afternoon and evenlns
bet ween the hours Of . and 10 o'clock.
when the sun was -et; ing hack of Morning.
Side buttes the combined horse.power
of the painting, captured herd made .
drove that filed the heart n Head Cow
punoher Sweeney with peace and sweet
content.
n you we're out on the Bad lands In the
vicinity Of upper Broadway, Sc. Nicholas
avenue, Amsterdam and Eighth avenues
y~esterday-even az far north az Jerome
avenue-perhnps you may have noticed q
slight, mild hammered gentleman wearing
a sassy raincoat, straw hat, motor goggles
like the port holes Of the Baltic and q happy
smile. You never suspected that the gen.
tleman was Inspector Dennis Sweeney,
nor did the other gentlemen that raced
along with him deliriously and tried to
beat him TO the next block. The Inspector
always won, however, and then added
insult to injury by pinching the losers
Preparations for the grandest roundup
Of the season began yesterday afternoon
at half past 1 o'clock, when a dapple gray
buoking automobile from the oldsmobile
stock farms, branded No. 22916. accom-
panied by a big black, branded No. 1913
and bred on the Panhard ranch, drew up
with a snort In front Of the West l25th street
station house. Both the motors belong to
the Police Department and can go i:so fiat
when hurried. They we're hurried yester-
day.
A half hour after they arrived at the police
station down the steps sauntered Inspector
Sweeney and Inspector Sweeney, I'd, aged 7
years, who gave the impression when he
climbed into the front seat with his father
that the motor party was the mildest man
nered family group that ever honked in one
end Of a trolley car and out the other on a
pleasant afternoons drive. Into the back
seat Of the inspectors dapple gray climbed
Bicycle Busters Gibson, Mclaughlin and
Cunningham. They we're all in plain clothes
for the afternoons killing and in their nifty
summer clothes gave the impression to the
motorists that raced with them later hat
they were the younger sons coming home
with father and grandson from afternoon
services.
In the black Panhard Just behind ths
inspectors car were ranged more blcycle
busters, Pierce, Mallan, Casey and Hag-
gerty. When all were seated and in
structions had been given to throw the
hria ats wisely and we'll when the mavericks
were sighted the c~owpunohers started of
with a snort and a chug, while Sergt. Billy
Maher stood behind the v~aricose balus-
trade Of the station, waved godspeed and
went behind his desk to fill his fountain
pen
Bicycle Buster Mallan looked on the other
cowpunchers as tenderfeet, because early
in the day he had me up from Head
quarters and had thrown the lariat twice
on his own account, just to get bis hand In.
While the monday meal Of g~asolene was
being fed to the big black and the dappls
gray Cowboy Mallan had opened the pro-
ceedings by lassoing one Otto Rothen-
CATER, Of 218 West lO4th street, who was
hi king up Broadway between Ninety
sixth and Tooth streets at the rate Of twenty
miles an hour, according to Mallan. Mallan
prevailed upon R~othengater to cease at
10lst street and led him to the West Tooth
street station house.
This was at ll:2o o'clock in the forenoon
and Mallan, filled with the joy Of the hunt,
hurried back to Broadway. Just one hour
later along came a red streak. which when
Mallan had brought it TO a pause proved TO
be automobile No.. 2S437, driven by William
Fallon, 81 years old, who gave his address
at the Tooth street station as 278 West 145th
street. The motor, Fallon said, was owned
by Frank Acker Of milestone. L. L., and
was going Mallan says, about thirty miles
an hour when corralled. Fallon was bailed
out later by J. A, Clark.
Consequently, when the big roundup
Of the afternoon got under way Mallan was
the veteran Of the outfit. With Inspector
Sweeney's dapple gray in the lead, the
hunters started east on 125th street, cut
across Manhattan street to st. Nicholas
avenue and then went south at an easy gait
toward the Bad Lands. They were out on
Broadway only a few minutes when things
began to happen.
Down the pike came a bold, bad bronoho
with a lone driver and branded twice for
good mck-15es2 n. J. and 1885 N. Y. In
spector sweeney JatnIneu ns sTaW nat
down hard. Little Inspector Sweeney took
another reef in his linen knickerbockers,
shifted his chewing gum and took a better
grip.
"I'm Of the opinion said the big In.
spector to the little inspector, that we
can beat this guy, Tommy, from here to
10th street. Proceed" he said, turning
to the driver, and the dapple gray proceeded
suddenly with a leap that shifted little
Tommy's chin one point astern Of his back
hair. And at the same time in the mind Of
the man in the maverick arose that old
difference Of opinion that Is the basic princi-
pie Of horse racing and he let 'er out a
notch, smiling pleasantly toward the dapple
gray that contained the pleasant gentle
man In the sassy rain coat, the little boy
and the three fresh checked Y. M. C.. A..
looking youths in the tonneau.
My! but it was a pleasant little Sunday
afternoon brush and was enjoyed exceed
ingly by both sides. Maverick led dapple
gray with the big black a bad third for two
blocks, but as 10th street doomed into view