New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1911-07-16
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You can't pass down any of our principal
streets for any great distance these pros
porous days before some foundation COM
pany begins shooting largo powders or
blasted rock in your direction. Sure, they
warn you before they set off the -eworks,
but a little "Beware." sign on tall fence
or a man flirting with a red dag isn't 60
ing to help any when the family OF the
deceased sues the company for damages.
/ They'll have to put the blue glasses on
Admiral Togo while he is passing through
the biggest part of town IL they keep him
from getting his eyes full OF these little
BITS of the City Ugly.
IL wouldn't be of any use to try to hide
the youth Of the city from the visiting Ad.
miral If he takes the trip in motor car
he will witness the constant miracle or
agility and skill in lodging IN and out
among deadly traffic that makes the httest
survive and the Ieaden footed go to the
underwriters.
Our children Mr.. Togo have TO play In
the streets, for there is no other place on
the crowded islet for them to play. Yet
they are children, Mr.. Togo, gentle little
children.
Just the same, however, It might be as
well for you to sort of watch out when
you pass a vegetable store lest one or the
dears shy an oyer-ripe tomato at your
august head. Eternal vigilance is the word.
All, there is a group OF little boys play
ing some game of their innocent end care
free childhood on the sidewalk. Let us
amble over and take a look at what man
ner of game 1T is they play SO blithely
r,-,, bo nerhapS.
Observe, the chief interest seems to CEN
ire in two little cubes of ivory. There are
PENNIES on the sidewalk near by. one OF
the children has taken up the two bits
of ivory and is rafting them together in
his chubby little fist The dear! hark, ne
seems 10 commune with them between
his closed fingers. What 1T is that he says!
Come to your papa, you seven! Lit
up your little black eyes and look at me-
bones. Oh you, Shorty; shoot you two
cents. Seven-hah.'
What? Why? Luther, come on over
here. | don't understand the game they are
plaving. Let's see what this other group
of bright little lads are up TO. They are
10 be sovereign voters some of these days,
ard how are they spending the intervening
time?
They seem TO be watching from around
tho corner. Does the larger one conceal
some object In his hand, behind his back
II would seem so. Methinks they have
their bright little eyes upon the green
grocer over the way. The grocer has gone
in--now what will the children do?
Watch-they come around the corner
varilv. Perhaps they arc boy scouts. Per-
hans NOT. AS they come around the cor
ner the larger boy draws his hand from
behind his back, disclosing therein tne
red gritty object known to science as the
brickbat He winds up after the devious
manner of all baseball pitchers, and makes
as IL to throw the aforementioned bat. HIS
1.-the little form unwinds. ne gives the brick
it's liberty and
Crash.
The little children are running in all d.
rections as fast as their chubby little legs
can carry them, shrieking meanwhile III IN
nocent and carefree merriment. The green
grocer boils out Of his shop and gives futile
chase for q few hundred feet, after which
he returns profanely TO view with gloom the
tagged hole in his plate glass show window,
where the brickbat went through. Per
baps the little childs hand sipped-and
perhaps again 1t didn't. Anyhow, boys
must be bows from the irrevocable and In
nate constitution Of things.
There are the girls fer you 10 look at.
Come to think of II though, there are sew
cral kinds that we wouldn't care to trust
as national representatives OF their sex.
We have young things that work In tho
stores and who insist on painting the roses
I'm their cheeks, merely because they are on
the same floor as the cosmetics depart
ment. and can get their supplies OF beauty
materials at - per cent Off. Many or