The sun., 1919-05-27
ISCHMIDT ESCAPES
HERO'S SUBWAY CAR
Only German to Elude Sergt.
York Is Dazed by Plush
Chairs and Mahogany.
MOUNTAINEER LOVE FREE
'Nicc to Hsye Q Lot of Girls"
He Remarks as He Views
Shonts's Scenery.

William Schmidt OF Brooklyn stood
on the downtown platform of tho Grand
Central subway station yesterday after
noon. with his nose buried in an after
noon newspaper. waiting patiently for
the train that was to carry him on his
daily trip to his home in the borough Of
blissful peace. He was tremendously
interested and absorbed in the news of
Aviator Hawker. 30 when a train rum
bled UP and crowd that had been
standing near him rushed into the cars
Mr.. Schmidt didn't even fold his paper
He just oozed himself through the door
way. edged along until he reached the
interior of the car, and sent n hand
upward in the customary search for q
strap.
But there was no strap. For the drst
time in ten years Mr.. William Schmidt
had reached for a loop and had found
nothing. Fora moment his hand went
wandering hither and thither, describing
circles and figure Fights In a vain at
tempt to locate, strap, and then an ex-
preston OF panied bewilderment began
Schmidt Finally he wrenched himself
away from the news and glanced up
ward and about him. The FIRST thing he
saw was an elaborate stained glass win
dow, and then he saw mahogany all
about him. and chairs cushioned with
velvet and plush. and plump, pleasant
looking gentlemen seated thereon.
Holy maokerel!" gasped Mr.. Schmidt,
where am Iyat?'
Mr.. Schmidt felt as II he had blum
dered into n palace. He knew perfectly
well he wasn't in subway, even II
there was a subway guard standing Just
outside in the vestibuIe. A SUBWAY wa
something with more or less dirty seats
and gaping crowds and millions OF straps.
He rushed to the guard and shook him
vigorously.
'Lemme out, Of here:' shrieked Mr..
Schmidt. II don't belong here T.
schmidt's Dream In Real.
By this time, the train had roared into
the Fourteenth street station, so The
guard opened the door, Mr.. Schmidt
elected himself hurriedly out of the
train and onto the platform, where he
stood rubbing his eyes as the red lights
OF the last car disappeared around the
Fourteenth street curve.
What Mr.. Schmidt had done was blum
der into the interboroughing party which
Mr.. Shonts had arranged for Sergeant
Alvin c. York, the greatest hero Of the
war and the object of alteration by all
true Tennesseeans. Sergeant York. who
since his return from France has met
the great of the land and has dined with
debutantes and statesmen and lunched
with magnates and captains Of industry,
had expressed the idea that the entire
thing would be. an utter failure unless he
had ride on tho subway. So Mr..
shonts and the Tenpessee Society. which
Is personally Conducting Sergeant Work
on his triumphal tour. put Mr. Shontss
private car and all the marlborough IA
cilities at the disposal OF the hero. and.
entirely surrounded by awe and respect,
Sergeant York went. subwaying.
The Sergeant sat bolt upright in a
plush covered chair right up in front
of the car and stared out at the support
ing pillars as the car whirled past them.
The scenery was immense, he said, but
how the devil did all these little pillars
and posts and things ever manage to
hold up Manhattan Island? He felt bet
ter when some one told him lots OF other
people had wondered the same thing.