Los Angeles herald., 1906-10-30
Boy Runs Race With Playmate and
is Ground to Pieces Under
Swiftly Moving Street
Car

covered the object of her search. Death
had resulted from strangulation. the
child first having been stunned by the
effect Of the fall
+, inc baby was the only child of Mr..
and Mrs. Graves. She was born in
Los Angeles since the family came
here from Denver five years ago.
Betcha | tan beat you runnin' -
called the sweet treble OF 4-year-oId
Freddie Baker to Rs baby companion
last night as the curly locks of the
youngster fluttered about his head and
his fat little legs pounded along under
him.
Over the edge of the sidewalk before
his home, on past the curb and to the
edge of the shiny steel rails of the car
tracks at Hill and Temple streets
dashed the boy, and then like terrible
Juggernaut crushing out the lives of
the innocents, city bound car Of the
Iemple street line caught the little
figure lifted it with quick jerk from
the track and sent the blue-eyed,
laughing .younsster under the grind
ing wheels.
The little chap had been to the COR
ner grocery store in company with his
father, o. r. Baker, 229 North Hill
street. They were great friends, the
manly little lad and his father and
the boy trudged along. lisping childish
questions and waving a little fist to
his comrades of the streets.
Drawn Under Car
Near the corner of Temple and Hill
streets the tot met another friend and
the two Immediately began an argu-
ment of their sprinting abilities. Two
blocks above great green car swung
the corner and topped the rise of the
hill at Grand avenue. The glaring
headlight threw its steady CLEAN down
the length of the shiny rails and the
motorman swung onfthe power.
With a dash the two boys, not n
hundred feet away, ran for their homes
in happy race. The friend cleared
tb1 track with a little shout and
sprinted for safety. Freddie ran hard,
his curls flashing in his rosy little
face, and his shoes well worn by the
demands of childhood. stubbing hard
against the pavement. A bound, an
other and a little figure flung itself
squarely in front of the dashing car.
The big blue eyes were fixed straight
ahead for the goal and the tiny ears
caught no sound.
A shrek of warning and the lad
stopped and swung and the glare shut
the sight of that monster from his
eyes, struck the sight from his vision
as he met his tragic death.
There was hardly check in the
writhing steel and the little body
whisked beneath the mass of iron and
wood.
Say Motorman Careless
A wild-eyed man. whose breath came
in gasps and whose trembling fingers
tore at his collar as though for air.
forced his way through the crowd
about the car. He bent low and his
hands grasped at something there that
was not good to look upon. Then they
dragged him back and he staggered to
the curbing and sat there while they
lifted the remains from under the
wheels There was the same light of
happiness in the fast 'dimming eyes,
the torn and tortured little body
writhed pitifully for a moment, a
baby hand raised and there came a
trembling twitch from the lips.
ut was carelessness on the part
of the motorman in allowing the car
to attain such high speed on the grade
toward Broadway" say the bystanders.
There were no tenders on the car
and the little life was sacrificed
through the negligence of the officials
in equipping with such a device.