The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1908-10-06

wagon ;o~=v,l along toward ;}ic >;a'
;i"u house.
There Is mourning among the up
State chicken colonies and the patcr-
nal Shanghai refuses to eat chopped
feed or gravel in his grief.
All because a northbound Eighth
avenue car hit a two-horse wagon
load Of eggs, between 13Oth street
and two o'clock in the afternoon.
The car was loaded with 'fans'
on their way out to see the Giants
reproaching the Chicago Clubs: for
trying to win the pennant.
When the egg shells anil profanity
had cleared away, the carload Of base
ball rooters looked pretty much like
smalle pieces Of ham in an under
done omlet. Also
Marcel waves, merry widow hats and
white shirt waists took on a color
much resembling the alleged streaks
in Haskell and Foraker.
Archie Taggart, New York's tallest
cop, stopped three line drives with
his face. Bob Francis, the Harlem
horseman, connected with six
count them-six;' faultless examples
Of Renaissance chen fruit
Eggs good, indifferent and some
perfectly reckless, painted car, Wa
con. street and innocent bystanders
gorgeous hue, Three crates, how
ever. we're found intact, and then the
Harlem small boys came down like
the wolf on the fold. Ripping off
the lids, they bombarded every car
that. came along.
"Shoot it, Devlin! Fire it home!
Get that guy!' they howled, as they
"winged" passengers with the pre-
cision Of Mathewson.
It was fun while it lasted. The
strong arm Of the law didn't loom up
so that it could be noticed, as it was
afraid of having its pretty blue sleeve
mussed, and so, all told, this two
horse wagon load Of eggs furnished a
typical strenuous "egg-rolling'
bee, wild enough to make the White
House lot Easter ceremony look pref
ty much like a requiem mass.
Amiel Schiff, Of No. 400 East Sew
enty-fifth street, had funny dream
the other night. Rumor has it he
dreamed that he thought the New
York AmericaAs we're winning the
championship series from Detroit.
However, be that as it may, Amiel
guffawed, "He! He! Ha! Ha! Ho!
Ho! Wow" when suddenly pro-
nounced jar shook the apartment
house and he awoke to find that he
had dislocated his jaw.
A series Of combination shrieks,
screams and gurgles brought the fam
ily to the rescue, but try as they
might, they were unable to unloosen
Amiel's talk machine. The thing was
tightly jammed somewhere between
the eccentric rod and the fly wheel.
DR.. Pease hustled in from the
Presbyterian Hospital and sized up
the situation in a hurry. He then
gave Amiel a cruel swat on the jaw
and the bones snapped back into
place.
The family has thrown out Joe Mil
ler's joke book and other late hum
orous works and young Schif will
doubtless hereafter confine his thea
tire going to tragedies.
It is "not to laugh'' with him from
now on.
Mrs. William Ellis Corey, former
ly Mabelle Gilman, a beautiful ac-
tress, of New York, and Paris, takes
a fling at society that doesn't do
society a bit Of good.
In recent interview with low
browed reporter Mrs. Corey said in
part:
"Society in New York and New
port does not interest me in the least
as now constructed, for among the
so-called smart set there are scarce
ly any of its members who have any
appreciation and real love for art.
AS for me, 7 cannot live and be hap
py out Of art atmosphere, and that is
why I love Paris and France. An
art atmosphere is unheard of in New