The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-11-09
SAMMY On THE STEAM ROLLER
DRIVES 4 PATH OF RUIZ OVER
THE PUSHCART LINE.

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Course lie Could, and He Did Run IL.
Such a SHINING was il by Sammy Ringold-
sky when to the engine Of street rollers
he turned on the steam yesterday and made
to knock to smash Of six pushcarts down
nv Monroe street, and that his fadder to
nav SIS. Oy-yoe, such a pizness! Down
on Monroe street at the corner OF Pike
they are still talking Of the wild ride OF
Sammy Ringoldsky on the quarterback OF
a Street Departments steam roller.
The children from the big red brick
school down by the foundations Of the
new bridge towers had been let out for the
noon hour and were fiocking up Pike street
20 the tenenents. when a group paused
at the corner to look at the squat steam
-oIler that bubbled and purred unchape-
roued near the black spot Of new asphalt,
Billy Morriscy, the mahout OF the machine,
and the other street workers had retired
% a saloon down on Pike street to enjoy
the monday pail Of suds. There was not a
cop in sight.
Of street rollers hazarded Morris Lubiesky
And they gets Of % each day for running
engines of street rollers, yes"
MY ladder tells to me when I get to be a
mans I shall run the Madison street horse
cars, maybe" added Jakey Solomons with
a lifting OF the shoulders.
Huh, It is not to be a mans before you
run engines Of street rollers. Bet you |
can run engines, OF street rollers now. "
It was Sammy Ringoldsky who spoke,
sammy the daredevil OF all Monroe street.
Once In the breach, Sammy did not turn
back.
Bet you all the lection buttons and three
Rosalsky's buttons, too, l amt fraid of
engines Of street rollers he said.
A chorus Of jeers and taunts greeted
sammy declaration. HUH it was to go by
the cops TO the lookup for to run engines Of
street rollers. Sammy was a weakgut that
what he was. He wouldn't dare to climb
mp in the seat and even turn by one of those
little wheels.
Sammy took the stunt. With a fearful
glance around he climbed up on the seat
and turned one of the cocks. Nothing
doing. Sammy swelled out his chest and
wiggled the lever over near the water glass.
Again his daring did not precipitate dis
aster. Then he grabbed a lever with a
catch on it n pulled it back.
There was a snort somewhere below, a
Jet of steam pulled nj from the cylinder
head and the roller started down Monroe
street, full steam ahead. Sammy caught
his breath and turned to jump out, but
the grinding of those cogs n ratchets
down near the big wheel scared him and he
sat holding on to the rim OF the seat and not
breathing.
Yesterday was market day on Monroe
street and along the cutters the p~ushcarts
we're lined. Crowds stood about the carts,
chafiering with the hucksters. Nobody
noticed the charging street roller until
Reb Schottski, the kosher chicken killer
whose shop is near The corner Of Pike street
saw it plunging paH his door and Sammy
sitting with fear in his eyes.
"Choutzpeh!' Schottsk exploded in wither-
ing condemnation Of the boy, then he rushed
out Of his shop, knife in hand, to below
a warning down the line Of pushcarts.
But Reb Schottski's shout came too late.
Sammy's machine was down on the first
pushcart before its owner had time to turn
around. There was a crash, an angry
soream and pears and grapes began to
fly across the sidewalk. The pushcart
was ground to hrewood.
With the first report of splintering wood
the other pushcart men looked over their
shoulders, only TO see a Tuning street roller
bearing dow upon them. and the scared
face OF sammy white against he grim
coal box behind. Panic seized the pedlers.
There was a scramble to turn the carts
around ana nASLc0 JnSIn TO places Oh SAFETY.
The confusion was disastrous.
The man who sold salt pickles and sun
flower seeds got the hub of his cart locked
in the spokes Of the cart bearing oilcloth
and old hats. Both went over and Sammy
was down on the ruin to complete it be-
fore a finger could be raised. He went
over the pile like an elephant taking a
hurdle.
Three more carts were blocked in
Sammy's path and went down to ruin,
Behind the steam roller there was a long
stain of fruit pulp, cabbage leaves. carrot
of the carts and the scattered fragments
of old clothes, battered hats and broke
pottery punctuated the streak OF fruit
and fish like dashes OF a ticker tape.
Still Sammy stuck to the seat OF his ma
chine, pop eyed, and still the machine
plunged up the street, drawing a closer
tangent to the gutter curb with each revo-
luton OF the wheels. just in front OF Isaac
Low enstein's kosher restaurant the front
wheels mounted the curb, skidded there
for a minute then got a firm grip on the
cement. and as the rear roller took the curb
The whole machine lunged into a glass
case containing specimens OF Maurice Justs
photography and brought up against the
first step leading up to Maurice's photo
graph gallery.
Eager hands reached up to grab Sammy.
Then as he was being lifted none too ten
derby from the sea there was a cry from
down in the direction OF Pike street, and
Billy Morrisey, the engineer OF the roller,
was seen taking the oobbles at six foot
leaps. He jumped on to the footboard OF
the roller and turned of the steam with one
hand. aiming a wild slap with the other at
the disappearing trousers seat OF Sammy,
There was a small procession formed
then and there in the wreck Of the push
carts. At its mead was Schottski, with
thumb and finger Of his right hand clamped
on Sammy's left ear; the pushcart men,
the photographer and various citizens Of
Monroe street brought up the rear. The
procession moved to Sammy's ladders
house on Rutgers place.
Sammy's fadder was interviewed by all
OF the delegation The coniab was spirited
70 the police for Sammy's ladder. And
besides. what could SO do in repairing the
aggregate damage when so much Of the
days business was lost through the smash
ing Of the pushcarts2