New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1921-09-07

for too frequent attention to Pearl
Street hooch, and that he couldn't put
on any one else for while. He passed
his caller along to George" in charge
of the Fulton freezer, who also re-
ported "no vacancies"
THE reporter returned 60 Fulton
Market and asked for suggestions as
had "for man willing to work ut
almost anything" Finally, boss with
handful of cells observed that he
might try looking for something's over
at Mike Ginnane's ice stall"
DO you know anything about ice ?"
asked Mr.. Gnnane.
A sprightly comeback, to the effect
that it was frozen water, sprang to tho
reporters lips, but he checked it In
time and replied, instead:
"Not much, butt
"Well, then, you can't handle IT," Mr.
Ginnane interrupted. Can you work
around horscs?"
His applicant returned that he felt
sure that he could. though the abrupt
change from loo to Percherons was
somewhat confusing.
can right" said Mr.. Ginnane, after
q moments inspection. Go ever to
Charley Becker, the boss of my stables
in Front Street, and tell him ! sent
you"
Mr.. Becker proved to be former
regular army sergeant, possessed Of the
most pierciag and appraising Of
glances. He regarded the reporter in
meditative concentration for fully five
minutes before replying to his message.
Can you clean out horse stalls 2" he
asked, finally.
81 cam" replied the reporter.
"Can you wash wagons"
"Yes'
Can you polish harness?"
"Sure."
Job Proves Mostly Work
"All right" was his decision. "Take
off your coat and go to work. Your pay
will be S25 week, from s in the morn
ing until 5:45 at night, seven days a
week, except every third Sunday which
you can have off"
'How thoughtful!" observed the re-
porter.
"W-what?" gasped Mr.. Becker.
"S-say, what do you know about
horses, anyway"
Because l was a cavalry soldier, ~
sang the reporter. "Heigh no! The
wild Mizz-ou-r i''-----
What the hell" shouted the as
founded livery stable boss.
An explanation followed.
"Well," said Mr.. Becker. as a grin
spread slowly over grim aspect of i'm
pending battle, "you didn't put it over
on me that you were an experienced
livery stable man, anyway. | took you
on because you really looked as though
you'd work at job after getting one.
And that counts lot with me: The
trouble with most of these fellows
hunting jobs now is that they want to
do as little as they can for wartime
wages. They make me sick!"
AT this juncture one Sam Crawford
of 10th Street and Eighth Avenue, ap-
peared, shifting the atmosphere with a
delight that bespoke long and affection
ate livery stable associations He asked
for the job just vacated by the re-
porter, and had his coat off and was
busting the front Percheron promenade
even before Boss Becker told him the
job was his.
Gently whstling dan, Dan, the Liv-
cry Stable Man." the reporter departed
for the Bush Terminals, having landed
his first job exactly one and one-half
hours after arriving at Fulton Market.
Tries Bush Terminal Next
Visits on about dozen firms occupy
ing lofts at the terminals failed of
success, although an official of the Et-
finger Manufacturing Company said
that he had a job for an experienced
lampmaker. The reporter was unable
to convince him that he possessed the
requisite knowledge for that branch
of industry.
Come around again." was an invita-
ton extended at most of the lofts. eve
need new men off and on right along"
At the head office of the terminals,
however, the employment manager sent