The evening world., 1920-07-12

! Copgnght' 1870, BY The Prsas Publist
! surely do envy those lucky birds
who live in New York!
Gosh, srd swap places with some
Of them II I could.
Just think Of passing through these
adventures day by day.
Gee Cristophers, l found my sec
ond day in New York more fun than
tho first day.
And during these two days had
a great time-bully would be a better
name.
And 'yumpln' ylminy, just think of
travelling from the Bowery TO the
Waldorf-Astoria, from the top OF
the Woolworth Tower to the bottom
Of the Tombs Prison on inky black
subways, on high elevated trains.
speeding taxls and stuffy trolley cars.
Such was the tale of my second day
in New York. and golly, 1 count my
self true New Yorker already. Rah.
for New York. the metropolis OF the
worldl
Say, many apologies. Mr.. Horatin
Alger, found those boy bootblacks
you have in your tales so often. Gosh
all flsh hooks, there was regula~
gang Of 'em. Some of the little chaps
weren't knee high to a grasshopper
one looking to be only six or seven.
/ certainly admire their pluck, even
though wouldn't take their Job foy
500 day. had my boots shincd
twice just to see their faces shine as
they took the money due them and a
tip.
The second one I met was a boy
Of eleven called Tony. He said he
averaged 50 a day, after taking away
all expenses. And he proudly as
serted that he gave his earnings to
his mother.
HE SITS ON HIS OWN BAG OF
CHERRIES.
Just at that minute a cherry man
came along and / bought some cher
ries on Of him. Then. slowly MUNICH
Ing my prize, retired to The Eve
ming World office, where 1 laid my
bag. half full OF cherries, on a chair.
Then 1 got so interested in a funny
story forget all about them and
sat down on the chair. Crunch-h-h!
l quickly sprang to my feet and
hang them-all my cherries were
squashed.
I'll never eat another one untn
somebody's invented a machine that'u
make cherries that won't crush when
you take 1t into your mind to sit on
them.
Then 1 decided, for my next stunt.
to try the Woolworth tower. 1 rea-
soned that that wouldn't be like the
Statue of Liberty because they had
an elevator there. I descended Into
the crowd and elbowsd my way
through the crowd, Some Of the men
were scowllng, and felt like telling
them to go wipe that scowl of their
face and run home yelling NOM
muir, but they were a little too big
for me. II they'd been nearer my
size I'd have said It. but don't want
to start anything with a New York
man.
At last. with relief, got into tho
open. started across the street,
miraculously escaping death four
times. II was a happy moment that
at length wended my way into the
elevator on the first floor OF the
building. The highest express 1 had
ever peen on before was up to the
tWOlfth floor, but this broke ali rec
ords, being up to the twenty seventh
floor
One man said in an onrhand way,
"nttieth, please" Holy smoke, II
flftisth doesn't seem high enough 10
them why don't they have floors nm
20 lbOthi Or, maybe that would only
be little shock.
"A PEACH OF A TOWN FROM A
SkYscRAPER.
At length we reached the ton and
mere was stopped by an Irish COP. an
other Irishman, mind you, and then
were allowed through the gate. We
mere took another elevator and went
70 the extreme top. Here on the roof
nearly fell over trying to see the
ground, 80 decided I'd watch the
scenery,
Say, New York is some peach I
couldn't even see the end OF IL. Way
below little people like ants walked
around, The city in whole resemhled
a big bathtub, the bridges stretch
ing out seeming like the arms and
legs OF man, while the buildings
supplied the body and face.
The boats on the river looked like
floating sticks on n stream. 1 had
a swell viewpoint OF New York. The
green grass Of the square was like a
gigantic carpet covering the earth.
Way or In the distance the Statue