The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1911-02-01

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suit 70 take a spin ia q yscat .A8. Is nc..
irisks over 90 C0ney Island 1y tel >>1.
and winds up u the ,as, act az c1s,eE
palace
II he doesn't do any 6. these things he
poses majesucally before stock-ucker,
becomes increasingly nervous as the ma
chine clicks ont its grist, finally sees a
quotation that is supposed 10 mean loss
e him OF more money than Monte Cristo
ever dared to contemplate, and falls in
fit while mumbling that his hated rival has
ruined him in order to prevent him from
claiming the hand Of Miss Astorbit
It's indeed a great life this New York
life as the newspaper dispatches and the
stage represent it. II is sometimes pretty
hard to tell what either presentation will do
to a rural community Twenty years ago,
for instance a Nevada youth went to sce a
show in Carson City. The show was that
old classic, The Two Orphans" In the
cast were extremely few persons besides the
orphans themselves, as railway transporta-
ton and board we're both high. But the
show made up in scenery what it lacked
in cast, One scene, in particular, appealed
to the chuckle-iaced youth. 1t was scene
in which the two orphans were sitting on
the steps Of Trinity Church. The snow was
drifting down over their thin shoulders.
Broadway was thronged with pedestrians.
Horse-cars flew along at eight miles an hour.
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orphans, silent as little sphynxes, looked
straight ahead straight up the street
There was Broadway The infinite skill Of
the scene painter seemed to have carried
the street clear to the horizon. Nothing but
buildings and people and people and build
ings till they blended, at the finish, into an
indistinguishable haze Of paint.
The Nevada youth could hardly keep his
seat The painted scene had fired his mind
with an intense desire. He must be off to
New York All during the show, which he
saw not, though he looked straight at the
stage, he kept his eyes riveted to the splen-
did vista OF Broadway. The whole thor
oughfare seemed to him to be treasure
house Of opportunity. Surely, in all this
double row Of buildings, there was some
place in which he could get job. Put him
down where the two orphans we're sitting
and nothing could beat him. He would
keep going and going and going; and, by
the great horned spoon, job would have
to come into his hands before he stopped,
or he wouldn't stopl That was the beauty
of New York, as he then saw it. The place
was so big that boy looking for a job
didn't have to stop. Always, there was
some other place to 60.
Family affairs were such that this boy
was kept in Carson five years Then, the
sweep OF the current carried him to San
Francisco. He found work. Did well.
Did as well as any Of the young men in
his line Everybody liked him He liked
everybody. Everybody was therefore sur
prised when, after a year, he spread the
word that he was about to 90. New York
was calling to him, 1t had been calling to
him ever since the night that he saw the
painted picture Of Broadway. He could
dream and wait no longer. lie must see the
real,
Kind friends accompanied him across the
bay on the Oakland boat and saw him
aboard the ;rain In a month, letters began
to slit back from New York Was it great
placer Why it was the greatest place that
ever lay out doors. San Francisco, in com
parson, was a mere collection Of dugouts
No man who had the brains OF a watermelon
would stay in California fifteen minutes il
he could raise the price OF ticket to New
York. Already had a job that couldn't be
duplicated anywhere else. Almost ashamed
to take the salary--but he took it.
The Nee Arig0rs First Sensation
In q wear he returned for n short visit