The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-05-10
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asliricaisl y dispute hetNreu rival dla-
aHuhal aatfeFs yesterday. hniee saa ~ them
On after ilatenlae ~ tho iale n ita ottrf
William y Hsyef and Icpspb HoRm m
have Nofhshora ~ N Natdeu lane, aapa-
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A hard rap on ne wail N either ship wiil
ent mo Iianloa,ia Nv the 0ther dancing IN
thclt ssurets.
Buyer AMI Hoffman havc leon rivals
IN tfa,ls Tor . long time. but within Tho last
lew months competition CT sJ sharp that
N turned one the ,lfns friends into enemles
Hoffman, accsFdina ~ the story ~ told
Justlcsa Hellef, Wyatt AMI McAvoy, got tho
best ~ the rivalry Customers corning
Into The hall turnei into his shop faihaf
than into Boyer'a. itia ,rads thriveyi and
pTuapereI and HE little steel tools wsre
Ginning and CLICKING I'LL day long iioysf'a
business. according 10 Hoffman, waa mt
90 good.
And them said little Hoffman, my
life became q misery unto mo What that
man did. your Honorsi A. frst. when my
customers would come Into my shop and
aay; MIR. Hoffman, you are u 10 good
diamond setter I will intrust TO you my
most precious Of stones. Take this work
from me-, this man Boyer would hear IL
behind the partition, and he would pound
and knock on the partition 40 NJ TO annoy
my customers and set my nerves oil a-jump-
ng. That was bad. That was very bad,
but tho worst was to come.
This man Boyer, he took O string and on
that string he put fifteen cowbela, first
a little, little cowbell, then o little bigger.
one. then a bigger one and q bigger one,
until at tho other end Of the string there
was u cowbell big a. my head, almost.
Then he hung the string over his door and
waited for my customers.
When my customers came In, seeking
the excellent workman-I am abiding TO
myself. vour Honors-this man Boyer
would beo ONE terribly angry and he would
seize the string on which were these fifteen
cowbells. He would pull and yank and
twiddle that string until the cowbells would
set up q horrible jangling. enough to ruin
tho nerves of a wooden image. Nothing
l could say or do had any effect, As o
as a customer would enter my shop the cow
bells would begin and they wouldn't stop
until the customer went out.
And that wasn't oil. Pretty soon
I began TO get pictures, dozens Of pictures,
representing me with big nose and big head
and big hands and big feet, what you call
c~aricatures. This Is one | got that that man
sent"
The little diamond setter showed a draw
ing representing an individual that bore
small resemblance to Hoffman reposing in a
coffin. For a nose the man in the coffin
wore a lobster claw. On the picture was
scrawled: There will DO a Jew funeral
In a week.
Justice Zeller took the picture and exam.
ined 1t ~curiously, smiling a little as he looked
at 1t.
did you draw this'" he said to Boyer.
Il did not, said the other diamond setter.
aIs this your writlng?' said the Justice.
aOh, no. replied Boyer.
The Justice had Boyer " rite q line or two,
which he scanned closely, making no COM
ment.
Then Hoffman took UP his tale Of woe.
"One day on the stairs said he, glancing
at Boyer, shat man he came up to me with a
mop, a wet mop, and he hit me with II; on
the head he hit me. He was jealous OF me,
of my skill and prosperity
attls'NuJ blStIitt htNoiiby hou hhiotVi
said to Boyer, frowning severely as he asked
the question, Have you fifteen cowbells
strung on your door,"
aNo," said Boyer. He paused for q mo-
ment and added, II have sixteen on that
string" =.
aHe rang them at me all the time" said
little Hoffman,
aThat il not the truth" said Boyer. Il
haven't rung those bells since last Christ
mas Eve. Then ! made fun with them. but
since Christmasth they have not made a sound,
one little jingle"
The Cadis ~deliberated and then Boyer
was lined $40 on the mop assault charge.