Omaha daily bee., 1908-12-02

leCluTeT, ana dQued: Note that nearly
every head of the English crowd Is covered
by a cap. That's the reason l called these
two slides American hats and English
caps
Bob, a cab horse belonging to Bert
Brotherton, a hackman of Burlington, N.
j., has been fed on grain mash mixed with
beer to keep him in fine appearance and
has developed an almost human craving
for beer.
When returning from a long carry of
passengers Tuesday the cab passed a brew
cry wagon at High and Federal streets.
Bob got a few whiffs from the kegs and
Immediately became unmanageable. Broth
erton says the horse had blind s~taggers,
but spectators believe Bob tried to jump
into the beer wagon in his frantic desire
to accumulate a real jag.
The horse refused to be urged past the
brewery wagon and finally made a leap
that demolished the cab against the heavy
wheels of the wagon and spilled the passen-
gers and driver into the road. Then Bob
dashed down High street, humping other
carriages until Patrolman Fitzpatrick
caught him.
Brotherton took Bob home and ordered
nlHl OH d StIlCl pTOnlIHtlOn uleb. .-rs
Don't talk to me about foot ball. said
a New York florist, quoted by the Evening
Post. IF Harvard and Yale played more
than one game a year, 1 think I should
look for another job-something easy and
refined like stocking an ocean liner or build
ing a dam across Niagara Falls. l never
wish to go through last Saturdays expert
ence again. OF course, we always have
plenty of vtolets on hand to supply Old Eli,
but when the game was over and people
began coming home, the demand for red
flowers was simply beyond belief. We were
deluged with orders. First the American
Beauties gave out; then We began to draw
on our stock Of red carnations, and when
they were gone, red chrysanthemums had
to come to the rescue. And, would you be-
lieve it, when we had run out Of every red
shade in the place, one Harvard man called
up and asked If there was such a flower
as the crimson violet to be had!'
Standing by the porter's window In an
uptown hotel the other day, two western
ers watched the luggage taken off a van
from an incoming steamship. There was
the usual assortment of steamer trunks,
big and little. saratogas, the round-edged
yellow Continentals, hat boxes of high and
dow degree, and a varied line of port
manteaus. Among all this leather and
brass were two ordinary canvas bags, re-
sembling in size those used on the rail-
roads for the United States mail, only
smarter in cut and color. A jointed brass
collar, with a paddock. secured the puck
ering string end and held the name of the
owner. One OF the bags came from South
Africa and the other was stamped Penang
Something new in the luggage line?
asked one Of the strangers?
'The latest fad volunteered a neigh
borly watcher. Another piece to add t.
ones long list of necessities enroute-a
bag for boots and soiled clothes. 1t origi.
mated among the English officers in the
Boer war, and with the veteran travellers
today the dunnage bag is just as impOr.
tant as the hat box, suit case, trunk, OF
blanket roll. Outside of army stores 1t IL
difficult to find them. If a seasoned trav.
eler sees one, he usually goes to a har.
ness or trunk maker and has a dunnagt
bag built to order"
Perched on the side of the Palisades in
a Granny of the rocks is a little hut II
which dwells a mysterious old man with q
flowing white beard. The hut is partly OF
logs, and one side of 1t consists of soliC
rock.
1t is off the path that skirts the Palisades
and few who pass within a hundred yards
of it have ever seen It. The Rip Van Win,
kle-like householder is almost as infre,
quently seen as is his house. He dTesse:
in a garb that might nave been worn in tn,
time of the revolution. No one knows
whence he came, and there is even dlsput,
as to how long he has lived in his presen
habitation.
He has never been known to climb tn,
cliff. Periodically, generally at night, n
enters a flat-bottomed boat, which Il
moored-a quarter Of a mile below him, an
rows away in the dark, apparently to la!
in a store OF provisions. Not far from hi
hut there is a great crag that thrusts IL
head sharply out OF the surrounding shrub
berry. On his rock the old man may b.
seen on any fair day, standing. with arm
folded, for hours at a time. immovable a
a statue, gazing off at the river and tn,
! busy city beyond. One who saw him Their,
, recently gave him a name that perhap
; characterizes him as well as anything
could. He called him the The Spirit o
the Past"