New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1909-08-22

found yourself cramped into my shoes is one Let
er comet
I'd tack up sign, says he like they have in
them Leventh av'noo beer joints; one Of the kind
that reads, Don't start nothin here!"
And right under it, says L. II expect you'd
hang one of them framed mottos like Do it now :
Back up Swiftly Want this Mr.. Barton your par
TIC lar friend, anyway
Which puts Swiftly in good humor for the after
noon. You see, ever since he found out that this
cLesty quick spoken rolling eyed gent was none
other than Mr.. SIade Barton, the Rubber King,
Swiftly has been Twin in kind of daze Course he $
cen up against plutes often enough before here in
the studio, and some he got to know real we'll but
this Mr.. Barton seems to have made more OF a hit
with him than any of the others
could easy see how it was That big bowwow front
he puts up and them Grand Duke airs OF his, kind OF
got too. Not that liked him specially well, for
there was ever anybody in this shop that come near
maxim me feel hired man sensations, it was him
But didn t hold any Crouch against him, either
The way he struck me was like this. Here's man
that's made good, and knows it, and knows you
know It. He's one of the kind that always makes
good. lie gets what he goes after and he goes after
whatever he thinks he wants. You know One of
those chaps thatll walk into a swell cafe pick Re
served sign Oft choice table chuck 1t in the head
walters face, and have EN- all CraWlin their
hands and knees for him inside of two minutes. If
he was to stray into convention of archangeIs and
wanted TO speak to the chairman expect he'd hold
up toretinger and sing out, " Here. you!'
XTIEN he first shows up at the studio he don't ex
w plain how he needs reg lar exercise to keep his
"CSHC GOWN. NO, ne just looks me over casual
takes glance at the apparatus in the gym drops his
card on my desk and remarks that he'll be IL about
iour-thirty every afternoon.
Well, he gets away with it. More n that he's one
Of the few amateur boxers got who can slam en-
IN on Swiftly ribs and not get some barked up about
the face. There's nothing Swiftly seems to enjoy
more, too, than Just ettin him do it.
) pose II it was rainin' twenty-dollar gold pieces
III raise Il unbrella?" says Swiftly. "Gwau!
Didn't you say he worth twenty millions
Maybe had mentioned twenty; but it only
what Id seen in some paper. Beyond that | knew
mighty little about him, except that he was S!ade
Barton and appeared to be glad OF it.
RUT here the other day we gets some new lines on
~ him. Swiftly and him just gettin busy with
the mitts, and he was losin surplus flesh at the
Of an ounce minute, when there's phone call for
him from the office.
Its Mr.. RathbOne" says l. and he saws it S
something important.
You tell Mr.. Rathbone from me" says Mr. Bar
ton swingin' and duckn between words, Ito wait
u til morning"
Rathy," says l. the boss says for you to lay an
egg and beat it,
Mr.. Rathbone, he begins splutterin like damp
fuse and starts IN on a long explanation, when |
hangs up the receiver and goes back to my desk
chair and the latest purple afternoon edition.
Maybe II wa mt very polite way OF dom: but
don't Ike to have req lars bothered with business
calls while they're dom studio work.
Z ATIIY, though, want easy discouraged. Slade
Barton has no more'n come out of the shower and
got into part OF his street uniform before in blows
SICK dressed solemn faced young gent who stalks up
t. me very important. says he's Mr. Rathbone and
"ph you're Rathy, are you?" SAYS l. Insist on
gong against the boss orders do YOU? Now if |
va YOU, I'd
Wen, Rathbonc," says Mr.. Barton, stickin his