Arizona republican., 1912-01-05
The Fire Wasn't Anything to Speak of But it Was a Scrambled Event,
 Anyway.
BOY AND BIKE
 GOT IN A MIXUP
Likewise, Charley Lees Wagon and Horses, Then Cowmen Came
 to the Rescue.

Tall oaks from little acorns grow It is the small things in life that count. Take an insignificant event by itself and it is worthy of nothing but passing notice. Take a dozen in
 significant events and it will do to
 pause and regard their total.
 Hearken. then. to the tale which deals with string of little happen iIgs
 All was quiet in the fire headquar-
 ters. Is that not d good beginning, oh
 critical reader? Again. it was all quiet in fire headquarters. The city was paying men for doing nothing but wait. But the silence was broken. Came the changing of a gong. came the pounding of nervous hoofs on the hard floors. came the rumble of wheels, shouts and the clatter of flying traf fife down First street south The thrill ling rush of the fire fighting apparatus attracted the usual crowd. There was the small boy afOOt. the youngSter on his bicycle the butchers wagon car Pening in the wake of the trucks, the scuTrying members of the body polite.
 The naes of Charlie Lee stood be- fore Chinatown. resting on three legs while they dozed. Down upon them bore the changing monsters. Past them rushed the horses of the fire depart ment Dragging their weight behind. the Chinaman's ste, Is joined the pass ing throns
 A youth named Wade stood on his pedals and drove his bicycle across the railroad tracks. straining to go fas- ter
 Hey. Look out" yelled boy in a red sweater
 The cyclist glanced over his should eT. caught the glint of fire that lighted the eye of Charley Lees off horse and got out of the way. He didn't stop to take his wheel with him. He just fIopped in the dust. drl a cartwheel and hOp-skip- and jump for safe ty over the fallen bicycle went the rUnaways The machine caught be- tween the front and rear wheels of Charley's light wagon. and boulcei along. buckling and twisting, every joint springing wide
 Then came the clangor of another gong It was that of the police patrol. with Chief Johnny Moore as the man behind. Neck and neck he raced with the frightened horses owned by the sen of the youngest republic. Slowly he squeezed in on them until. at the corner of Buchanen street they turned to the left, scattering baskets and box es as the wagon tilted on the curve.
 Wild western is the next scene. Just like the l0l Ranch show. Cowrnen- three of them-ridins stiffIy in their swung round the corner. They spurred their ponies in efforts to catch the runaway team before it shOutl mingle with the crowd that had gath cred on the corner of Second street. Quite a thrilling capture. it was. Close in to the curb one man crowded the flying nags. Down into the ditch went the wagon wheels. in twain vert the whifrletree. and. just as Lees live stock was about to make off toward the mountains, the cowman nsbbed them
 The boy who owned the wheel came up and said it was a narrow escape Mir. Lee came up and made a few re- prOfane-regard- ing the fire department. his luck. his and the weather. The wa gon was patched up. The crowd. that numbered several hundred. made its own little remarks-the sort d crowd always makes-and went it's multitude of ways
 The fire? To be sure. in the excite ment it was almost forgotten. Just little grass. burning in an empty lot pr Second near Buchanan. That's all.