Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-07-24

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NNE pleasant January afternoon be- 4
J whiskered individual, clad in high boots
overa1ls, and jumper trudged the
path in Boston called Westinghouse. He car
ried an OK goad, and was trying to drive pair of
oxen which pulled behind them two long logs,
chsad oen Old led
Prouty, Grand Opera House. Boston, Mass, c. O. D.
The driver OF the oxen was having his own troubles
1t IS no snecure to pilot pair OF ANIMALS OF contrary
disposition such as these had, anywhere; but when
they dragging two fftyfoot logs through crowded
city street in the busiest part of the day, the situation
smacks of desperation. Street cars were lined up at
the rear of the logs, wagons crowded into the
curb and policemen were holding back the curious mobs
that collected in greater number with every painful
foot traversed by the OK driver and his team.
Here you'll demanded policeman. whats
the meaning of all this?'
"Durned if know!" said the OK driver, "a man
hired me to drive this here team from Lynn this ornn
to the grand Opera House an collect four dollars an
fifty cents for them two logs, an I'm dom it..
But don't you see how you re obstructn the traffic.?
I'm dom the best can, said the driver. Gee!
Whoa!' this to the oxen with crack of the goad
The policemen conferred. The obstructing oxen
and the logs were now at BoylSton-st. few blocks
farther and the congested part of the town would be
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Thus they decided. and, driving the crowds away as
best they. might. they made the OK driver hurry as
much as he could; that eventually he reached the
Grand Opera House. just above Dover-St, attended by
few thousand Bostonans.
The and the logs driven to the curb, and
the driver went inside the theater lobby.
i've brung those logs for Mr.. Richard Golden
he said IAN theys four dollars an fifty cents collect
on EN-
What ogs?" demanded the ticket seller. who
man out to what all the trouble Then
ensued argument, in which everyone around the
house declared he knew nothing about any logs The
driver wanted to know what he should do with
them.
Take 'em back where you got en- said somebody.
"All right" said the driver reSignedly He cracked
his goad and the started their ten-le Journey
back to Lynn.
This time, however, they got farther than block
before the driver attempted to turn into side
street. with the result that the logs damned
the street. with apparently way of extrCating them.
The police arrested the driver and took him to the
station, followed by the admring multitude leaving
the logs in the street be examined by everyone who
passed.
Next day the unfortunate driver fined ten
dollars in police court, and Richard Golden, who
happened to into the courtroom paid his fine.
The newspapers had columns about the incident, in
which, of course, the of the and his play
figured Conspicuously
The reader scarcely needs to be told that the whole
affair ceverly contrved by the advance agent of
"Old Jed Prouty to boom the attraction. He had
the satisfaction of his stars receiving hundreds of
dollars worth of advertising at almost cost and lit
tie trouble.
A Thing of the Past
SUCH things do not happen frequently nowadays.
The papers do not often contain accounts of actresses