New-York tribune., 1908-04-20

"AI right On the heels of the cry came the
bang of a door. With duh thud big bundle
From somewhere under the body of big black
touring car standing in front of the Tribune
Building the purring of engine and the
faintest hiss of escaping steam. Cautiously as
cat crosses a wet pavement the hooded head OF
the powerful 40-horsepower swung out into
Park Row. The hands OF the clock in the City Han
tower marked the hour twenty minutes past
midnight. The chauffeur caught at a lever with
a bound the machine sprang forward went swing
ing away down Broadway at a lively rate, ana
The Trbunes special automobile delivery, laden
with papers for the Easter throngs at Atlantic
City. was fairly its
And what a trip it to be! Marked by
continuous onward struggle slippery, treacher-
Gus roads. through a night black as the proverbal
pocket, and narrow escape from an upset not
pleasant to think Of. now, which by the merest
chance failed of resulting in the instant death or
member Of the party. Then too, there is a Ger
tain telegraph pole somewhere along that weary
way to Atlantic City which will always loom large
in the memory of the writer. But in spite OF all
the black night the slippery roads, the narrowly
averted accident and consequent delays and the
additional time lost in the search for a country
road hidden in the dark somewhere between New
Brunswick and Freehold, y. J.-the Tribune spe-
cial automobile delivery. in the parlance of the
street. made good and landed in Atlantic City
the first regular Sunday edition of New York
paper reach there Easter morning.
Some SO-Called bulldog editions or other Jour
nails which are simply Saturday afternoon editions
bearing a Sunday date line, We're sent down by
train Saturday evening, and cannot be consid-
cred in The TrioIne's honest endeavor To give the
Atlantic City people. at the earliest possible mo
ment. the first bona fde Sunday newspaper out of
New York. Most Of these bulldog editions made
no attempt to conceal their character, but
New York newspaper sought to sell a bulldog
edition for q bona fde Sunday paper by resorting
the subterfuge of having ii delivered by an cleo
trio van, sent all the way from New York for
the purpose. the papers being sent on by rail.
These like the other bulldogs" contained simply
the Saturday afternoon news under d Sunday date
line. The Tribune the first New York paper
TO get into Atlantic City yesterday, actual Sun
day paper. printed aft midnight Sunday morning.
LEFT NEW YORK AT 122O
Handicapped though It was seemingly by some
prearranged plot OF the elements the Trbunes
White Flyer leaving the Tribune office in New
York at 1920 Sunday morning, rolled-no. not
rolled. for fairly hew-into Atlantic City at
o'clock the same morning, having covered the 80
miles in seven hours and forty minutes Had the
night beer moonlight the weather fair and the
roads in good condition the trip could easily have
been made in six hours.
When c. w. Bennett, metropolitan manager or
the White Company, through whose courtesy ar
rangements for The Tribures dash 10 Atlantic City
made sent along to operate the big machlhe
George Baner and James G. Duffy the car was
i4AN''
chauffeur is not vet born who could successfully
have COPIED with the vexatious delays and depress-
ing weather conditions which were encountered
during the greater part of the night run. The
ferries caused much delay. There was wait at
the Battery for the Staten Island boat to start
and another at Tottenville for the Perth Amboy
boat. one felt perhaps somewhat as Paul Revere
must have felt when out OF the gloom from across
the bay gIowed the CHEEKY, illumined face of a
clock on tower at ST. Georges Staten Island,
and had it not been for the presence Of prosac
buecoat who lived down tnat way" and wished
lift" home, any OF those in the car as II swept
through St Georges and Stapleton and on into
the tortuous Richmond road might have imagined
himself the famous rider OF Revolutionary times,
hearing again
And the bark Of the farmers dog
as he hurried along,
A shape in the moonlight; hulk in the dark.
The bluecoat pointed out the way to the South
erp Boulevard which was followed for time only
"a he forsaken for the Amboy road, with its mud
and water Tottenville reached at 147. and
as the ferryboat did not start until 203 there was
nothing for it except to walt. Perhaps the big
machine showed its impatience when climbing the
street from the ferry slip at Perth Amboy. for an
oHcer eyed II closely and reached for his watch.
Thriving along the road to New Brunswick, the
water from the mudholes spashed in a shower to
either side II the car were q launch taking its
initial dip Al one point two carts scurrled To
the right and the other 10 the lett, as the car
plouehed past
1t was 2:47 when the machine rolled into New
Brunswick. Under low speed sign it flashed,
across a bridge. into the suburbs and toward
Lakewood. GO slow" signs. rOadhouses and soft
drink signs flashed past in almost unbroken
stream for a time Later they changed to Rail
road Crossng-Listen" ana "GasOlene." Then
came the open country. The machine slowed down,
backed, and the full glare Of the headlight
thrown the sgnpost. Then away went the car
down a long avenue Of stately trees. past silent
graveyards and blatant roosters to Matawan.
seven miles away. The way led past marshes in
which frogs piped dsmally and past tall factories.
Then followed trying time IN which blind roads
and sandy roads Inquired. serving to confuse the
course. Finally, il was decided 10 test the charity
Of the natives, even at that unseemly hour. \
light In one window Eeemed 10 AFFORD good open