The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1914-05-29

A-No-1 has made his last rip %
Atlanta
The famous hobo whose totem
is smeared en- half the posts and in all
the saloons and poolrooms OF the city,
the totem OF the arrow, poin ed-nere
east, there west-has cooked his last
mulligaA in the yards far out Decatur
street He has jolted for the las time
over the crossings IN the outskirts
: I the city and will never again wave
farewell to A lanta from the saady
side of a boX-car
The heart that for thir y years was
held in leash by Wander-lust Aas been
grippd b. a stronger passion A-No-1
Gas besa filed by mis- own tailsman-
tie arrow o. cupid; light O. love has
won he day; the wo!ld's wanderer
nas cine to fair haven in little
Pennsylvania town.
For A-No-1 is married. The ramp
w4o made his nome from Suez to
Sitka town has settled down in six
room apartment He whose only bed
tor half lifetime was crocus-sack
in box-car, now slumbers on feath-
ed mat ress between viii sheets.
And the daughter OF an Erie car
Inspector is plus god husband, but
the road aad her restless sons are
robbed Of the greatest rover and the
gamest heart Of hem all.
Herring Joe brought ne news to
town. One night last weel a Slow
freight whistled for the Simpson street
c. ossing and Herring Joe swung off
The last car, rolled down a bank and
landed at the Zee; of a brakeman.
The brakeman tells the story.
SO hoi' | says. Here's a gay
cat' But the feller looks up at that
aad scowls and then he grins. And
! knows him See? 1t was that pock-
marked rounder Joe, Herring Joe.
He gets up and brushes he
cinders off and shakes hands with
him aGd asks hi mwhere ne's bound.
Wes ne says Where it's hot. The
hotter the bette
Herring JOe's Story.
He was shiverin,' poor lad, so
takes him up to the cabble and gives
him a drink-3nly don', tell the in
specto~. He'd had i'm job in Noou
York it seems, where he landed ofeen
tramp schooner from Panima, but
it gets too cold for ole so he blows
after a week of it and grabs LeAigh
valley freight hat rides him till he's
! bounced at Erie.
"'I was sneakin off for The yards,
,j'se tells me, when all Of a sudden
somebody calls my name. l looks all
around. bW there's NJ boes about,
only a prosperous-lookin gink in a
gray suit. But he was stridin' TOWARD
me and he grabs my hand and rings it
hard and asks about my girl in Al
tocna.
"'There's nought bu. one man ever
told about her, an tna. was A-No.-l,
And blow me! if it wasn't A-No.-1
himself all cluttered up in clothes SAld
things wearin' shave and a watch
chain
"'And he takes me eff to t2e swell
est-o kin >rtmen you ever seed
and scuffs ne with eats and sticks a
real cigar in my mug and brings il
The peasantst-spoken dame ever
seed and says, kinder sweilin' up his
vest, This is my wife. though
every minuta | would wake up and
brush the deW OF my !a!@S 10" Il /!
The yards, bat no sucl bad luck. Il
;a..as Moi, just as s1cia6ie as ever,
but a reg-Iar guy And he tells me
how hee's quit the road and set led
down and married and that I'd better
get back to Al oona and look up that
oirl and d rho came
"'He said it was Ihe only life and
though he longed for the boys some
tine and was only toe glad to welcome
them, Re vas never gon q ride TIE
rods again
So that W. he story Herring Joe
told tie 5rahs man while lie warmed
aimsal in a cabo Sc on he outskiets
o At.aa.a last week Many anot =
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