New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-12-21
Sunday Lunches and Din
ners Help Break Lads
Fall of Seven Stories.
TAKES FOOD AND
DRINK ON TRIP
Lands Squarely on Feet and Tells
Mother a Fairy Tale About
His Cory Nose.

\ whole lot of persons living in the
apartment house at No. go West 10th
street will miss their Sunday cold bottles
and their liverwurst from the delicatessen
store around the corner to-day all be-
cause "Dickey" Taylor, who is eleven
years old and ought to know better,
missed his footing.
TAYLOR lives at No. 27S West 1l7th street,
but likes 10 roam from the family steam
radiator Yesterday he and other boys Of
his age were enjoying pigeon flying from
the roof Of the seven story apartment
house at No. go West 10th street.
"Dickey" was the ''lagman"; that is, he
welded a bamboo pole. with white rag
at the end, with which TO keep the pigeons
moving.
This is an exciting sport, a. every boy
knows. and in his zeal Taylor stepped on
the narrow coping that edges the roof. In
his attempts 10 scare couple of pigeons
from the roof "Dickey' took one step off
the coping.
Nov, if there had not been an open
courtyard just in the place where Rich
ard placed his foot. everything would
. have been different and the tenants In the
apartments below would have been
smacking their lips over the Sunday deli
cacies at this moment. But there was an
open courtyard there and-going down!
'Dickey'' started on the downward path.
Seeing he would have no further use for
his pigeon pole. he dropped that and kept
right on going.
Sixth floor, Cold sliced turkey. chick
en- sandwiches, sardines and beer in the
bottle"' "Dickcy" landed kerfiump on
one Of those family window iceboxes, and
the box and the afore mentioned tooth
some morsels went crashing 10 the court
yard SO did Richard.
Fourth floor next! Liverwurst, cold
tongue. pretzels. Philadelphia scrappe
and beer in the 'growler'." "Dickey,"
now making close to forty miles an hour
on the high gear, struck this family ice
treasure chest with both feet. No; he
did not stop there. Much remained TO be
done
Second floor! Cold fish in the pan,
oyster cocktails. California prunes. dairy
milk and beer in the keg!' 'Dickey," in
the home-stretch now. and attaining a
speed estimated by witnesses at more
than a mile a minute. managed TO rip
this icc-box from it's fastenings with
a we'll directed kick from his right toe.
You are right; Richard made no halt at
this station.
Ground floor. All out, odds and ends
OF broken crockery, beer bottles, smashed
boxes. slightly damaged pickles and liver
wurstw
When Richard Taylor arrived on the
ground floor lie scrambled 20 his feet and
started for the street. The chidings OF
miffed tenants sounded to "Dickey" like
81 Hear You Calling Me-" and he made
straight for his home. His nose was
bloody, but he explained TO Mrs. Taylor
that another boy had punched his nose
because he tried TO defend homeless
dog
Ten minutes later Fred Townsend. jan
itor Of the 10th street apartment house.
came around 10 see "Dickey," who aid
not want 20 see Mr.. Townsend. The
whole truth came out however. and Pa
trolman Carey, Of the West 1Z3d stree
station. insisted upon calling DR.. McGlade
from Harlem Hospital After feeling the
bumps on "Dickey's" head the surgeon
thought he might have a slight concus-
sion Of the brain; So the boy protesting.
he was taken TO the hospital and patched
up.