New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-05-24

" we're mixed up n-wth our Harry
zIJZ Thaws and our Helen Kellers; our white
A>~a slavers our white hopes, and our white
w. II plague campaigns; trunk murders,
tS>''7 and our FIRE heroes? Or are we runnin
on schedule and headed somewhere!
| amt givin you the answer in the back OF the
book | amt turned over that far I'm Just slippln
Won the PROPOSITION with the side remark that now
and then. when the tumble seems worse than ever,
Won can get a glimpse OF what might be clue or might
not.
ANYWAY. here | was, busy a little bee, bocNn'
right hooks and body abs that was bein' shot at me
bv a husky Young uptown minister who's a headlner
AT his lob understand, but who's dcvelopn good,
useful punch on the side. was Just landin a cross
WALTON to the ribs, by way Of keepin him from ben
too ambitious with his left when out OF the tail OF my
eve notices Swiftly Joe edgin in with a card in his
paw.
guard "Well, Swiftly, what's the scandals:
Gent waitin' to you, says he.
Let him wait, then, says |.
"Ahr-r-r, but he's a reg lar gent" protests Swiftly,
fngerin' the card.
"Even so, he'll keep five minutes more, won't hc?"
saws |.
But hc-he's-~ begins Swiftly, struggin' to connect
that mighty intellect Of his with his tongue.
"Ah, read of the name, says |. is 1t Mayor
Mitchell, Doc Wilson, or who?'
at says J. B-a-y-a-r-d Stc-Steec," says Swiftly.
"Eh?" says l. gawpin "Lemmc Him. Say,
Swiftly you go back and tell J. Bayard that if he's
got nerve enough to want TO see me, it'll be a case
Of wait And if he's at all messy about it, give you
leave to roll him downstairs The front OF some folks.
Come on now, Dominic Cover up better with that
right mitt: I'm goin' to push in a few on you this
time
And il you never saw Fifth avenue preacher well
lathered up you should have had glimpse Of this
at the end Of the next round He's game though; even
thanks me for it puffy.
you're welcome" says /. "Alaybc did steam EN-
in a Bit but | expect it becauseI had my mind on
that party out front. While you're rubin down I'll
step in and attend to his II could only wish
pair OF eight-ounce gloves on him for a few minutes"
GO, without soppn to change. even shcddin' the
- mtts. | walks into the front office to discover
this elegant party in the sream-line cutaway pacin
restless up and down the room. Yes, he is
mposn 70 look at, with his pearl gray spats, and the
red necktic bazin' brilliant under the closc-clippcd
crop Of Grand Duke whskers. | don't know what
there is special abou, set of frosted face shrubbry
that sort OF suggests bank presidents and on, but
somehow they do Them and the long, thin gives
him puy, distinguished look, in spite Of the shifty
eyes and the weak mouth lines. But amt in a mood
10 be impressed.
"We?" says | snappy
expect my appearn in a cut-out Jersey, with my
shoulder muscles still punched must have Jared him
a little; for he lifts his eyebrows doubtful and asks
"Er-Proessor McCabo. is it,"
~Uh-huh~ says |. ~Whatn it be-
My name" says he is Steele
81 know, says l. Snug fit too | Judge
He fushes quick and stiens. ~Do you mean to IN
fer, Sir, that
~You're on says |. THE minute heard your name
placed YOU for the smooth party that tried to unload
lot Of that phony Radio stock on Mrs Benny Shcr-
wood Wanted 70 euchrc her Of the twenty thousand
lie insurance she got when Benny took the booze
last winter, oh: Well it happens she's friend Of Mrs
McCabe, and it through me your little scheme was