Arizona republican., 1919-12-22

lirSt run as a mOtorm2n on car ol the Phoenix Street Railway company Today hes is still at the controller. man Of middle age and one of the companys most efficient employees.
 Nearly eighteen years ago car No. 1 of the Phoenix Street Railway com pany Was new. the latest athing in streetcars. Today car No. 1 is making it's regular scheduled trips, new no more, but still giving service. Gener- ally, Wesley Wenner, veteran motor man, Is to he seen at the controller of the veteran car.
 The changing groups of passengers who in the afternoons ride car No. on one of its trips over the Indian school line generally pay little heed to the motorman who stands on the front platform. Now and then. however, comes one who wonders what the three gold stars and two gold bars on the motorman's coat sleeve mean.
 To Wenner the three stars and two stripes are a record of long and faith ful service a record that any man would be proud of. Each star stands for five years good service with the street car company. and each stripe stands for one year. Before long a third gold stripe will be added. mean ing that Wesley Wenner has com pleted his eighteenth year of service.
 As for ear No. 1, no log of its service has been kept and none of it's hum drum, every day passengers ever stop to think of the thousands of people the
 sturdy old car has hauled in its more than six thousand days of work Now and then. however, some one hears the story of t!se car and it's motorman and realizes the coincidence that keeps the two veterans of nearly Is years ser vice together, the car and the man. N is history, too, that during most Of the Is years the car and the man have is ..q day indeed that one sees Wesley Wen ner at tTse controller of any car but No. l, his old and faithful companion.
 It's open season right now for coyote stories two fairly good ones en2nat- ing from the Capitol building last week One is perpetrated by mem Der of the grand old Elephant party and the other comes from an ardent exponent of the Bourbon cause, there foreit can be see1 that positively no favorites are played.
 Comes first Ben R. Clark. deputy land commissioner, who loves 10 ride the bounding desert in quest of coyotes that yelp O nights. With dairy friend who Iiv<s just south of Tempe and who owns a pack of 70 blooded hounds, Ben is wont to pass an occa- sional night in sedately galloping on the desert while the hounds bay on the trail of a mangy coyote who IS good for two hours running in circle to the left Mir. Coyote always circles to the left. Clark says, and can be count ed upon to make a good sporting sprintbefore he quits The horsemen generally figure pretty close to where the chase will end and manage usually to be in at the finish without having to ride their horses to death.
 Comes. second, Secretary Ed w. of livestock board an old time authority on coy otes iackrabbits. tarantulas, and other desert pets He tells of how the coy otes in their turn, run down the pack rabbits by the relay system, which never fails. It takes three coyotes to catch one iackrabbit the secretary. says. and the chase is always run in a triangle course. One coyote fluShes the rabbit and runs him along the first isosceIes side of the triangle 10 where coyote No. jumps from hiding and starts the chase afresh. while No 1 stops to rest No. chases Brer Rabbit along the base line to the sec ond isosceles side. where Coyote No runs the poor jack up to the apex By this time No. l coyote IS rested anu ready to start the relay all over again but Mir. Rabbit usually is ready to quit and to be eaten. The coyotes always play fair at the finish, never quar- reIins about the wishbones, drum sticks or other choicer morSels. but making their divisions with the ut most gravity and impartaility.
 Three Brill cars passed the hungry commuter one night last week as he waited in vain for the ,: 80 Indian school car. Thinking angrfiy of his wife in tears over ruined biscuits and overdone stew. he strode the curb stone and sWOre nightly.
 Then a tremendous humping down the track notified him thsst his car had arrived at last He looked at his watch as he wormed his way between reached the second step. It was 5;35 o'clock.
 After the passengers had righted themselves at Roosevelt curve, smoothed parcNls which had been damned against the side of the car. big fat man cooked his ear and said: Get that bumpy sound2'
 The crowd listened sympathetically. The conductor rang up his s1st fare and called Moreland street; four wom- en found there was no step on the front end and retreated to the rear, and the fat man continued: Maybe you think that's a flat wheee but 1t isn't. That's new type of octagonal wheel inst adopted. We don't have anything but the best in our city, y'know They wear longer.
 Fares passed the 100 mark at Will letta street; there was room to breathe in the aisle, and ehe hungry. angry began to lose some of his anger. though none of his hunger. as he listened to the grabbing about him. After all, this grabbing was a part of his daily life, it had never been any thng else, it probably never would be. He even smiled one man asked U anyone could tell him if there was a diner attached to the car or not.
 Int young Phoenician at school in California had definitely announced that he would arrive home for the holidays, December %. He had an nounced it and reiterated 1t several times. in fact; so often that his anx- iously waiting family werh all keyed up for the triumphant home coming on that date and were preparing sur prises of various sorts for the occa- sion.
 Imtgine the family's surprise. then. 1 when the young Phoenician boldly and
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