The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-06-10
What Will Happen

in his time of trouble and it was
found in his pocket when his body
was recovered.
The custodian of the peace AT the
City Hall Park is philosopher. IL
proved this when some other night
worker ventured a suggestion of the
awfulness of sociological conditions
there
1T amt awful he said. TT is TO
you, and it is to me, but not TO them.
These fellows come here every night
They go to sleep. In the morning Z
tap 'em back to life. Then they
disappear-up Broadway, to the wa
ter front, anywhere. And they come
back again in the evening. Day at
ter day, So"
It was argued that the routine was
useless. The policeman shrugged
his shoulders. I'VE put 'em on the
list with the city poor" he confded
but ask a hundred of 'em If they
want work an SO will turn you
down. It's their own way Of living
not yours or mine, but it's theirs. ="
Tragedy comes. A nightworker
was stopped one morning at 3
o'clock A woman and girl hur,
ryfng to him, stayed his steps
Where's the hospital?" the woman
asked, quickly.
Instantly the man took her meas
urement-her's and the girls. Both
had slipped skirts and coats careless
ONcI lhciI LiSHlROWnS. 10ey were,
thought the man they had stopped,
aroused from slumber by an urgent
call to the hospital. probably to see
dying husband and father.
The woman was impatient for d.
rections. Without giving the man
five minutes walk from where they
were standing, she exclaimed
Il was taking-a throat-garg1s
but-swaliowed some acid-by mig
take: My threats burn-fn-Tm
She clutched her throat, and COL
lapsed.
The man summoned nearby p5-
liceman. Quickly he called for an
ambulance. Before it arrived the We
man was dead.
The girl-only chfld-looked at
the woman and began to cry. The
policeman asked a question and broke
the train of the child's thoughts. Like
hunted wolf she darted away,
where, the man to whom she had
first spoken did not know. He new
er saw her again. There was moth
ing upon the woman to aid fdentfffca-
ton, and later she was buried In Pot
ter's Field.
Humor comes also: The night
working contingent naturally has TO
men who work in the daytime give
no consideration to this fact. One
lychnobite has his bed stationed
where the street sounds can pene-
trate. He doesn't mind them be-
cause he has accustomed himself 70
sleeping through them. Not long
ago, however, he was awakened by a.
fish peddler who had taken a stand
just outside the window and was
making the air rancous with his
cries:
"Porgies! Porgies! Three cents a
poungT'
The night worker stood it for what
seemed three hours, then he opened
the window and stuck his head out
Say, Bill" he yelled: why don't
you try some other street? You've
been yelling here for six months
Sleep"
The fish peddler, a man Weighing
scornfulIy. what he grunted, in
low voice.
Move on cried the night work
The peddler put 300 pounds Of
pent-up energy into a cry: "Porgies,
Porgies! Three cents a pound And
say, you white-livered. sad-eyed s1ob:
do you want to deprive me of me
profits on the 3 cents a pound?"
Near" tragedy comes: police
man on duty in the middle Of the
bridge recently saw a young man
skulking along in the roadway, wend-
ing his steps mighty near to the out
of suicidal intent who seek this
means of death, the policeman rush
ed over to him.
The young man had revolver in
his hand.
i've got it all figured out" he told
the edge of the roadway. I'm going
to shoot myself; then I'll toppie
backward into the water. If thu
bullet doesn't kill me the water wilt"
"Why are you thinking Of this"
asked the policeman. getting on the
Everything all wrong" was the
reply. I've written a book and can't
sell it. and"
''That'll be about ALL" said the po-
liceman. You don't get any bridge
while I'm on the job
The young man was taken to the
precinct station, charged with threat
ening to take his life with a revolt
yer. When searched the revolver
proved to be a cap pistol such -
small boys shoot on the insane
There was no notoriety connected
with the case. Everybody laughed
and no names were printed.
eff that stunt had been pulled Sff
IN the daytime, Sdlu one Policeman.
"there'd have been an extra out aboI-
it. But the papers don't get out
extras on that kind OF thing this
time of the morning. The newsps-
per men are too tired to make a play
of it,
Although tragedy, like other black
things, enters into the life of the
night worker, he doesn't care to re-
member it. Rather, he giories IN
the fact that he has the afternoon
for himself; the afternoon and the
sunlight and that feeling of fresh
ness-and the ball games.
Helena, Monf-Mrs Charles v.
Holmes played seven up with bur-
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