Los Angeles herald., 1906-07-31
GOSSIP OF THE PASSING SHOW
In AND AROUND GAY NEW YORK

imitation for a nickel. AS soon as the
water oozes out Of him he walks
through to the first car and takes the
cold-air application. You know the
fondness of the Jagged one for cracked
ice about his head the day after WE'LL
in the first car, where the door is open,
it's the same thing The patient p0kes
his head out in the aisle so the wind
will catch It, They say the cooling
sensation beats real ice refrigeration.
A few times up and down the line on
an express train does more good than
ST worth of ice at the present price.
Sometimes a man gets on with real
live jag. We steer him in the first
car. the cold wind is allowed to whistle
about his ears few trips and when
he gets off he doesn't wabbe and
looks more like human being"
To Paint Liberty
The statute of Liberty on Bedloe is
land i'm New York harbor Is to have a
new coat of paint. Since Bartholdfs
statue was placed eighteen years ago
on a pedestal Uncle Sam has paid little
attention to her. But the last congress
appropriated $4,000 for a spring toilet
for Miss Liberty, and she Is to have a
new coat of paint, a new electric light
plant to keep her torch burning, an
electric elevator to carry visitors up
through her arm, iron doors for the
present unsightly board entrances to
the statue, new walls for the fort ani
a waiting station for passengers.
Artists have always been averse to
painting the statue as they claim that
the "patna," or green rust, Is one of
the chief beauties of bronze statuary.
The trouble is that Miss Liberty is so
badly exposed to the damp salt air that
the corrosion has become so serious
that unless retarded it might cause the
statue to disintegrate.
Jag Was Sympathetic, o. X.
There are all kinds of jags, but never
before have I seen the sympathetic
one until today. A we'll dressed man,
burdened with a strenuous jag, entered
one of the penny arcades on upper
Broadway this morning and proceeded
to drop pennies into the various ma
chimes. Finally he came to an auto
matte fortune teller. Dropping in the
coin he drew forth a card that read:
I'm six months you will be married to
a wealthy woman" The inebriated one
grinned and dropped in another coin.
The next card read: I'm one year you
will be the father of twins" With a
look of deep perplexity on his face he
compared the two cards for several
minutes. Then he began to cry. DE
man sassfakshun," he blubbered. In
suit to lovely lady, my fushure wife. v
Seeing no one to get satisfaction from
the Jagged one went around the corner
to grocery store and purchased some
ripe tomatoes and carried them back
to the penny arcade. Occasional SobS
shook his frame as he opened the bag
and took out tomato and with the
precision and speed that would have
20 hn
decorated the inside of the arcade. His
aim was deadly and everything he
threw at he hit. When he had thrown
the last missile he picked up the for
tune telling machine, smashed it on the
floor and disappeared.
Raded by Souvenir Fiends
Souvenir fiends are in their glory at
present. The books of the Madison
Square Roof Garden company show
that twelve cords of mission tables at
which Stanford White sat the night
he was shot have been used up, and
that the morbidly curious have almost
stripped the palm garden of it's tin
leaves. The Stanford White table
rarely lasts more than one night, and
on the first few nights after the shoot
ing the walters were kept busy carry
ing in new tables all through the
evening. Every night a new chair is
placed over the exact spot where the
tragedy occurred, the scene painter
freshens up the blood stains on the
floor and the attendants get busy. The
first person on the roof dashes wildly
through the entrance, grabs an attend
ant by the arm and says huskily:
Where's the table where Stanford
White sat when he was killed." Fright
here, pal" says the attendant, looking
for tip. The management has told
me not to let people know which table
! it is. because there's always some one
trying to cut a piece off; but it's early
and there's nobody around, and it
won't hurt to let you have look at it. d"
Then follows a tip and the relic hunter
furtively cuts off a slice of the table
and sticks it into his pocket. All
through the evening this performance
is repeated every few minutes. until the
\ table is reduced to one leg and a silver
of the top. Then it is taken out and a
new table brought in. The chairs GO
the same way. The attendants also