The Duluth rip-saw. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1917-19??, 1919-10-18

Herbiverous Warren made no hit
with the people Of Park Point when
he installed a pair of his fool.proof'
trolley cars on Duluth's historic pen.
insula.
"Herbiverous Warren must consider
all Park Pointers fools, otherwise he
would not have afflicted such freakish
contraptions on u.s." Park Pointers say.
One little boy calls these bob tailed
contrivances "Peter Rabbit" cars, be-
cause they hop along and raise their
rears high in the air with every jump.
One good housewife calls them the
" "cockroach cars' because of the way
they scoot along.
A visiting pedagogue, who was
broad when a boy, says that these
freakish cars remind him Of a cross
between three-humped camel and a
hippopotamus.
A naturalist, who was sojourning on
the Point to get away from the raw
ages Of hay fever in a nearby state,
said that the new cars made him think
Of some new and rare bug and that,
in his opinion, the man who designed
them must have been "nut."
High Cost of Living, high taxes and
the transitory character Of much Of
Minnesota Points population seem to
have destroyed Herbiverous Warren g
confidence in the solvency Of the peo:
pie down there. Be that as it may,
you have to "Pay-as-you-enter" those
complicated little safety deposit boxes.
The people do not mind that, for thew
Rave to pay anyway, but there is onlv
one step and high one, which unduly
stretches the legs and back muscles
Of small army Of handsome but
short-legoed ladies along the aristo.
cratic Point.
The passengers have paid and are
aboard. They squeeze two into an un.
padded seat, just about large enough
to comfortably hold one properly grown
person.
"We're off! We're off" cry the
school boys, of which there are goodly
numbers from the highbrow families on
Park Point.
The little rabbit car wheezes, coughs,
and makes a flying start. About the
second turn of those antiquated single
trucks, the little beastie begins to
buck. It jumps stiff-legged into the
air, '"sun-fishes and then takes the
hit in its teeth and goes like the wind
for half block.
Timid women grab hold Of seats or
the side rods along the windows that
zen them in like prisoners in the Oil.
yer Jail. Strong men swallow their
"chewin' !" and hold on to their hats.
Observation-Disclosures" says some
thing in startling, nervous taps. It's
the signal bell to stop. Some sea.sick
woman wishes to dismount and go
ashore.
"Sounds just like that old wood.
pecker in my back yard" giggles a
matron in high accents.
The passenger sees an electric light
blazing over little door. That light
makes the sporty boys think Of the
front door of one of those little red
'ioht dumps on Third street, in Supe-
rior.
The sea-sick passenger starts for that
little door along an aisle that is rising,
falling and rolling from beam to beam.
Finally the front Of the car is reached
and the dizzy passenger clings to some
upright rods waiting for the car to
stop and the door to open. .
The "fool-proof" car wheezes and
coughs from too much compressed air
on it's stomach. After a sigh like that
of a man walking the floor after no.
tice that note is due at the bank,
the little freak comes to a quick stop,
the funny little door opens with a snap
and folds up like an accordion, after
which the dizzy passenger misses the
high single step and falls off into the
sand, alongside the track.
Then away goes the car, something
like a hackney cob at a fox hunt
Women within turn pale and hold Their
hands to their tummies. They actually
are sea-siek, or car-sick, if you prefer
to have it. Heads are jerked ani
necks are wrenched. Those little jump
ety-ierkety-jump cars would be great
stuff in the land Of the Rubbernecks
"Whoop! I'm burning up" yells
young man with his first moustache.
Investigation shows that he has bee,
sitting in seat over a brown tin bo,
filled with electric heating apparatus
In these salubrious fall days, electri,
heating apparatus going at full capac