The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-11-16
where New York should Invest.

where New York should Invest.
\ Central Park incident two OF three
days ago in which a motor car, a bronco,
n chauffeur and n rough rider with a
lariot held the centre of the stage for
several thrilling moments, seems TO con-
tain the germ of q long sought solution.
We refer to the problem OF the red devil
driven by the scorcher. Strangely
enough. with all our Yankee ingenuity
the idea of the lasso as a check upon law
breaking Chauffeurs had never occurred
to any one in these parts until Colonel
JACK JoYCE of North Dakota made ar
application Of il to the person Of a well
known and widely esteemed stock broker
along about last Monday.
There have been so many versions Of
the affair that We shall not undertake
to give the details consecutively and
with authority. All the chroniclers,
however, agree as TO the points OF chief
importance, and withthese, carefully and
con%scientiously related, the general pub
lie will doubtless be content. The trag-
edy-or comedy, as the individual may
prefer begins with a loud and scornful
honk honk on one of the roadways of
Central Park. This signal, as every
body knows, means that pedestrians,
together with all other inferior persons,
even though they may be riding or driv-
ing, must at once fee for their lives and
bc mighty glad TO escape death or mutt
lation. As it happened. Colonel JACK
JoYCE of North Dakota, who was ran
tering pleasantly along on his favorite
bronco, paid no attention TO the strange
noise. He didn't propose to give him
self away by looking behind him or ask
ing questions Of the bystanders. SO he
just cantered along, keeping a sharp
lookout ahead and never dreaming that
after leaving his gun, his leather breeches
and his red neckerchief at the boarding
house, he could by any possibility DO
mistaken for a "frontiersman. or course
the driver of the red devil in the rear
construed Colonel JoYCE's action as an
exhibit Of intolerable efTrontery and in
science. He let out a few more valves.
turned on the whole bouquet of Internal
smells, and the next thing Colonel JACK
JOYCE knew he was bestriding a squeal-
ing and indignant bronco at least twenty
feet away over the grass. Then it was
that the North Dakota citizen took in
the situation. Then il was that he I'M
furled the lariat, which providently he
had brought with him. In three shakes
of a Sleeps tail his calico pony was fly
ing down the road behind the honk honk
wagon of the esteemed stock broker,
and the next minute Colonel JACK had
launched his moose, the bronco had
squatted on his launches, with wobElinC
nose and stiffened ears, and an estimable
New Yorktnancier, trussed like a Thanks
giving turkey, had bounded into the air,
described all sorts of spiraIs, and hit the
callous roadway with a wet and squash
ing thud.
No need to say that we deplore this
particularly mOurnful incident. The salt
tea broils upon our cheek as we peruse
it. Nevertheless, Colonel JACK JOYCE
has given US a nudge of special value
and importance. He has indicated the
mean by which we may capture sinful
automobilists with neatness and de-
sp~atch-nay, more, with picturesque and
melodramatic effect. What New York
city now needs is a corps of mounted
policemen a la JACK JOYCE. They will
adorn the Central Park as the Mexican
jeunesse dOree adorn the Paseo de in
Reforma, beneath the majestic shadow
Of Chapultepec, and the honk honker
will soon be choked into a salutary recog-
milton of the rights of common people.
We never NEEDLE in the small affairs
and rivalries Of local politics. But if
Colonel JACK JOYCE could be rounded
up before he gets away and induced to
coach our local guardians in the science
of jerking c%hauffeurs out Of ~ravening
buzz wagons, and generally reducing
the motor car owner to a decent under
standing of other peoples rights, the
city of New York could well afford to
invest in him with somewhat reckless
fluency.