Los Angeles herald., 1906-01-05
HELD NIGHT PARADE
OF HANS0MS AND CABS
NEW YORK YOUTHS BRIGHT
IDEA OF FUN
Thirty-three Chase Phantom Wedding,
Queer Game Of Follow the Leader
Through the Mist and Rain Lands
Him In the Insane Ward
Special to The Herald.

Special to The Herald
NEW YORK, Jan. 4.-People who
live along West Twentieth street near
Ninth avenue were startled out Of bed
about 2 O'Clock yesterday morning by
a clatter of horses on the asphalt. All
along the street people poked their
bare heads out of doors to see the cav
airy pass. Thrty-three cabs.
barouches, hansoms and hacks trotted
around the corner and pulled UP at
the West Twentieth street police sta
ton. II was william. Taylor's hack
fest He began the fest at Madison
Square Garden. He finally landed in
the insane ward at Bellevue.
Some time after midnight a prosper
Gus looking man in a slouch hat and
light overcoat drifted up Broadway.
He looked like well to do westerner
seeing the Tenderlon. The police took
note of him. The show at Madison
Square Garden finally caught his eye.
He was looking for some kind Of a
show. He strolled into the bicycle races
and the police lost count.
About 1 o'clock he came out. He
called a hanson. Then he went the
rounds of the cab stands near the gar
den and called out all he could find
There was big blowout, a wedding
over on the West Side, and he wanted
all the rigs in sight to take home the
wedding guests. He got about twenty
at the garden. Then he drove over
to Broadway and got a dozen more
They were all to fall in and trot along
behind his hanson until they got to the
wedding.
Just fall in behind, boys" he
shouted. "They asked me to come over
and get you because | am particularly
good at organization"
Then he told the cabbies about his
former experiences as truck contrac-
tor. He replaced the slouch hat on
his head, and climbed in his hanson,
and the thirty-three cabs followed
down Fifth avenue to Seventeenth
street; thirty-three sets of carriage
lamps lighted up the mist, thirty three
cab horses stirred up the echoes They
turned west into Seventeenth street
At Eighth avenue the driver opened
the box over the slouch hat and wanted
to know just where the wedding was
going to be pulled off. Just near the
telephone exchange" he was told. In
front of the exchange he inquired
which side of the street. He was told
to drive up to Ninth avenue and turn
north. Saunders got suspicious then
and drove up the avenue to the West
Twentieth street police station. Thirty
three cabs clattered around the corner
and blocked the street. The man in
the slouch hat was questioned by Ser
geant O'Neill.
"I am one of the Vanderbilt boys"
he explained. "I'm a little surprised,
sergeant, that you don't know me. This
adventure with the cabs is rather a
lark"
Later on he tackled around and said
his name was William Taylor. He
lived at George O'Neilps hotel in Sixth
avenue, near the Jefferson Market po-
lice court. The sergeant looked him
over and sent for an ambulance. DR..
Farr of the New York hospital still
further looked him over and took him
to Bellevues psychopathic ward.
In the meantime the thirty-three cabs
were blocking the street. Battalion
Chief Howe, who figured at the Balti-
more fire, came out of the firehouse
and complained. There wasn't a
chance for fire engine in Twentieth
street. He wouldn't even let them
hang around until Sam d. Saunders
had registered his kick. The cabby
lives at 333 East Twenty eighth street.