The New York herald., 1922-01-15

ther. Into the tin Lizzie step you, then.
Jam goes your heel on the self-starter.
Friends, only deep silence is heard! Your
thirty horsepower makes no response, is
gone!
Friends, you're broke.
THE silence in your garage, friends, per-
meates ALL"
Sounds of hurrying feet and far off
voices in the night growing louder caused
2 nervous stir among standees
THE silence, | say, friends" cried Hon.
Quinn, raising his voice, proves that
"FIRE."
This wild cry began to ring out in the
night up and down N. Main
Into Fire House burst the blanched face
of Foreman Orville Buckelew, foreman of
Chemical Engine No l, Orv Buckelew
bounding through>~t startled crowd of
standees and vaulting to the drivers seat
OF Chemical. Foreman Orv turned the
switch key and opened the mufier, while
clouds of kerosene filed Fire House with
every cough of the motor of Chemical
Councilman Luther Mickelman. on ac
count OF being supreme Chief of the volun
teer Department, here Immediately jumped
into the breach and assumed charge of all
and sundry.
According to the watches of three other
parties in Fire House besides We scribe's
it was exactly 1892 o'clock when the first
cry of "FIRE!" was sent echoing through
the night. BY S.33 o'clock there was
left in Fire House only the Mayor, Coun-
,cilwoman Faith Prettyman, Councilman
Quinn, Councilman j. Wesley Mickelman
and ye SCRIBE none of these Borough
faf fharc
Chemical No. l.
Councilman Quinn kept on talking and
sweating like an ice pitcher. Ye scribe,
knowing that those who went to the fire
would later reveal full report, remained
at his post in Council meeting, while Hon.
Quinn kept waving his arms and talking
like pair of pants waving on a windy
clothes line
My friends" was shouting Councilman
Quinn when Foreman Orv had backed her
cut of Fire House, the exhaust leaving Fire
House tasting like fried gulls, Il welcome
the interruption of this penny whistle blaze
IN our midst. 1t calls away the young and
the addle pated, leaving you and me alone
to further consider in silence the
The keys, Wes! Quick, Wes! The keys
10 the garage gasolene gauge!" here
shouted Fire Chief Luther Mickelman.
bursting again on foot into Fire House.
1t seems there was only enough gas in
Chemical No. to carry her as far as the
corner this side of Mickelman & Sons Ford
Agency Garage, Councilman j. Wesley
Mickelman having locked the new red gas
gauge when retiring home for supper.
"Mickelman!" here shouted angrily
Councilman Quinn at this point to Fire
Chief and Councilman Luther Mickelman
as Councilman j. Wesley Mickelmap was
dashing out into n. Main with the key to
the garage gas gauge, ''Mickelman, in
heavens name cannot you leave us discuss
in silence and peace the business Of"
QUINN" outshouted Fire Chief Luther
Mickelman before again dashing out into
the night, "if you'll shut you d--n mouth
long enough shouted Chief, regardless of
Councilwoman Faith Prettyman, '4'd like
to inform you, Quinn, that the fire is in
your garage and spreading toward the back
stoop like HI"
With these words Fire Chief Mickelman
also dashed out into the night.
Mr.. Chairman!" here shouted Council
man Quinn. II move this meeting now ad-
journs!"
And with these words Councilman Quinn
also dashed out into the night.