The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1907-08-11
ALMOST But Not QUITE.
Crime Wave Roars Down Barclay street
and Assaults Haberdsshery.

and Assaults H~aberdsshery.
The crime wave roared down Barclay
street yesterday afternoon in the shape
of a one horse, empty truck driven by a
desperate looking character somewhere
around the ase OF IS. About III way to
the ferry there was a line of pushcarts
along the southern curb whereon shield
bow ties, red bananas, shoestrings, sOuve-
mir postal cards and other accessories Of
life were exposed for sale.
The villainous driver Of the truck veered
suddenly to the curb and the horse carromed
on a necktie pushcart. knocking away
the post that kept the huckster's establish
ment from dumping his stock in the street.
Antonio di Spaghetti, proprietor OF the
two wheeled emporium of miscellaneous
tinware-next establishment west Of the
necktie mart rushed to his fellow mer-
chants aid and caught the sinking end OF
his haberdashery, thus averting disaster.
The haberdasher. enraged by the I'M
toward event. ave himself to R-r-r-
revenge. He leaped with insensate fury
TO the head Of the horse. grabbed the bride
and brought him to a stop so suddenly
that the villain OF the drivers seat almost
but not quite tumbled backward.
Hi" shouted the driver, -leggo dat
boss! Whatoha t'ink va doin', anyway"
You gotta no right hit my pushacar','
retorted the haberhasher, In Utmost but
not quite ~ungovernable fury.
The situation was tense. A vast crowd
gathered az il created by magic, the ready
frenzy OF the throng held in m~omentary
check only by ~ desire to see a scrap
and (2) doubt as to which Of the ~belligerents
it should assault.
The vacillating mob consisted OF three
Jersey commuters with baskets of peaches
and loot from bargain counters, a newsboy
and a pretty girl who sells candy in a shop
alongside the scene Of the fray. She de-
serted the counter and stood in the window.
an almost but not quite panic stricken
spectator.
The hot parley continued:
Lego dat hoss!" repeated the driver,
almost but not quite bursting with passion.
Il killa heem," said the haberdasher.
Say, youse roll yer hoop OF Ill spoil yer
face"
"Spoila my face? Ha! come on. youl'
and the haberdasher yanked viciously at
the horses bit.
The driver clambered down from his seat.
The throng swayed with excitement and
breathel hard. Another commuter ar
rived, set down his parcels, looked anx-
iously at his watch and fingered. The bel
ligerents met.
"Leggo dat hossl" said the driver terribly
You no right hit my pusha car" re-
s,ondei the haberdasher. homicidal mania
, glittering in his eyes.
For a moment they glared at each other
, in almost but not quite breathless suspense
Then the h~aberdasher let go the bride.
"Gwan, yah giuny," said the driver and
! climbed back TO his seat.
The horse yawned and plodded on. Most
Of the Infatuated mob streaked IL for the
Lackawanna ferry. whence already had
| come the warning whistle. The pretty CIR
turned TO her neglected customer. Only
the newsboy was left.
He viewed the now empty scene with a
disappearing air.
Wind. he sighed dejectedly; muffin bu,
wind bout nuttin'."
Then he pulled himself together and
reisei his voice TO almost but not quite IL,
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