New-York tribune., 1921-03-06
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Illustrated by k0mzaIve k0x
Br Irwin S. COBB

East Indian elephant in the world
shoves three or four thousand
pounds Of herself in at that side
door and begins waving her trunk
around in the air, meanwhile utter
ing fretful, complaining sounds.
I've lost two or three customers that
way he says. 'They get right up
and 60 away sudden he says, and
they don't never come back no more,
not even for their hats and um-
brellas. They send for 'em.
""That amt the worst Of it, he
says. Yesterday he says, I rented
out my whole string Of coaches and
teams for burial turnout over here
in Macdougal Street. Being az it's
a big occasion, I'm driving in the
first carriage containing tho SORROW
Ing family Of deceased. Naturally,
with job like that on my hands,
don't think about Emily at all; my
minds all occupied up with making
the affair pass off in a tasty and
pleasant fashion for all concerned.
Well, the ccrtAge 10 just lcavi.g the
late residence Of the remainders,
when around the corner comes bulg-
ing Emily, followed at q suitable dis
tanoe by eight or nine thousand Of
the populace. She's missed me, and
she wants her peanuts. and she's
been trailing me; and now. by heck,
she's found me.
Emily gives a loud, glad snort
of recognition, wheels herself around
and then Falls in alongside the front
hack and gets ready to accompany
US. all the time poking her snout
over at me and uttering plaintive re-
marks in East Indian to me. Gents
he says, you can see for yourselves,
thing like that, occurring right at
the beginning of a funeral process
sion, is calculated to distract popu-
lar attention away from the main
attraction. Under the circumstances
l wouldn't blame no corpse on earth
for feeling jealous--~let alone a pop
ular and prominent corpse like this
here one was, party that had been
district leader at Tammany Hall
In his day, and after that the owner
of the most fashionable retail liquor
store in the entire neighborhood, and
who's now riding along with solid
silver handles up and down both
sides, and style just wrote all over
him. Here, with an utter disregard
for expense, he's putting on all this
dog for his last public appearance,
and a strange elephant comes along
and grabs the show right away from
him.
The bereaved family don't care
for it, neither. l gather as much
from the remarks they're making out
OF the windows of the coach. But
Emily just won't take a hint. She
sticks along until I stops the pro-
cession and goes in a Italian fruit
store on the next block and buys her
a bag Of peanuts. That's all she
wants. She takes it, and she leaves
us and goes on back to the stable.
But. as the feller says, it practi-
cally ruined the entire day for them
berefts.'
ssWE SETTLES up the account to
date, which the same makes
quite a nick in the bank rcll, and
then Windy unshackles Emily, and
she follows us along just as gentle
as kitten to them freight yards
over on Tenth Avenue where her
future travelling home is waiting for
her. It's box car, with one end
rugged up with hunks as a boudoir
for me and Windy, and the rest of
1t fitted out as private stateroom
for Emily.
"From that time on, for quite a
spell, we're just the same as one big
happy family, as we goes a jauntily
touring from place to place.
"We're playin' the Big Time,
which means week stands and 10
hard jumps. Emily's hit, knock
out and riot wherever she ap~
pears. She knows it too, but sue