The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1911-12-14
RUNS MUCk.
Little Pony Was Satisfied After
Landing in AreaWay.
When Harness Became DIsarranoed
Animal Started on Wild Rampage
Through Madison Square-Per.
sons Of Leisure Disturbed.

New York.-Eight out of a dozen,
Jim, one Of the liveliest little ponies
that ever came out of Texas, woke
Madison Square the other day and for
five minutes made the landscape rat
tie. 3.
Jim arrived here a few days & as
green as grass and with the brand on
his flank hardly healed. He was at
tached to a laundry wagon, but not
fond Of it. 1t was his province to
haul soiled collars and cuffs from the
environs of the square to the Ply
mouth establishment, 641 West Forty
third street. Something went wrong
with the harness. In fact, any kind
Of gear would have imringed on the
nerves of fretful James. He also
longed for the plains and for a bite
OF real grass, and for q life in the
open.
A chatting trace was the excuse.
Like a thunderbolt this delegate from
the Lone Star state leaped out of
Twenty-sixth street, and tore right in
to the park. He proceeded to do
things to the scenery. The wheels of
the wagon tore up the sward in
chunks. Two little boys were driving,
or, at least, one thought he was. One
Jumped when Jim got the bit in his
teeth. The other went up into the air
and described a curve and came
plump into the arms of a fat gentle
man, who caught him and said Huh"
just like that, spell it forward Dr. back
ward. Anyway, he said it and went
and sat down with his hand slightly
below his heart and grunted.
Jim did not care at all. Up went
his heels and parts of the landscape
gardening assembled in all directions.
The shabby persons of leisure who
were sleeping on the benches, rolled
of or got up and ran. The nurse
maids grabbed armfuls of babies and
took to their heels. There was a line
of perambulators issuing out of one
side of the park and a string of ragged
ambulators pouring out of the other.
High moor it was and the typewriter
young women were coming out for
luncheon. The clerks were taking the
air. What a furry Of skirts and a
clicking of heels, and all because a
Texas pony wanted to frisk a bit.
Steady! Whoa there, Jim! That
was the sixth park bench that went
i've Don't you know you just missed
the fountain? Then way out to the
east James hit the asphalt trail. He
struck 1t with such violence that his
teeth cracked like castanets. A po-
liceman tried to catch Jim's bride.
The Texan wonder shifted, tossed his
son avenue and down into an areaway.
Jim tried to take the green wagon
with him, but there were obstacles.
There was an Indian balustrade. there,
made OF turned supports of brown
stone, all standing solemnly like pins
on a bowling alley. Bang! Every one
of them and the rail on top of them,
went down into the areaway and clat.
tered at the heels of fretful James.
The pony looked up in despair. There
was no more balustrade to burst. Just
nothing more doing at all, for when
he butted the side of the house and
kicked it a little to test It's strength
the building stood stock still. Jim
sat down and looked up in a way
which said, Pretty good while 1t last.
ed, eh?"
The wagon was fished out and
James was helped out, and in about
five minutes after that everything was
doing again in Madison Square.