The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-11-20
In- Mezg York
By PAUL HARRISON

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 New York.-Another of those eerie legends has come to town. and is being recounted over high ball glasses and tea cups by all sorts of people, each of whom in- sists he knows someone who knows the young man concerned in the story .. j
 The latter is supposed to have been motoring to New York very late one night after party in Connecticut. Slowing down for an intersection on the Boston post road, unmarked by a traffic signal at that hour, he saw woman standing by the highway, apparent ly alone, and in an evening gown. She was waving to attract his at- tention, and he stopped, a little fearful that it was trap of some sort.
 She was obviously 8 cultured girl, though, and very pretty one. She seemed greatly distraught as she mumbled something about hav- ing an accident with a car, and asked him to take her to certain address in Westchester. Once or twice he tried a pleasantly of con- versation as they sped along, but she seemed in no mood to talk, so he give his thoughts to his driving. As they entered the town he turned to ask further directions and was startled to find the seat beside him empty. He'd been driving fast, and was sure she couldn't have jumped from the car. Yet she certainly wasn't there.
 Greatly shaken, he inquired his way to the address she had given, and found the house, a big one on an exclusive street. There was a light, so he mustered courage to ring the bell. A middle-aged man, a doctor, opened the door and asked him in.
 The caller had scarcely
 started on his story before the
 doctor interrupted and said he knew all about it, that the
 same thing had happened half ; dozen times lately to dH-
 ferent motorists. He said the
 girl answered the description
 of his daughter, and was
 dressed as his daughter had
 been dressed when, several
 months before. she had been
 killed in an automobile ac-
 cident at that same spot on
 the Post road.
 It's a New Racket
 Less ghostly but scarcely less upsetting have been the Iexpe- riences of a few other men motor- ists about the city lately who have T. s1%s Hn., nyrn suave new rackets. .. A taxi his cab starts out in the heaviest traffic. Within few blocks she usually manages to catch the eye of some lone Lothario in another car, and after the next traffic light or two he usually has asked per- mission to drive her the rest Of the way.
 So both cars stop and the girl gets out and begins fumbling with her purse. The victim, of course. protests that he is going to pay the taxi bill, and the girl finally says, "Well. if you insist :" So the cab driver presents a slip from his meter reading $4.90, or $9.40, or whatever he thinks the sucker will accent without calling a policeman A few minutes later the taxi- man calls for his decoy at an ap- pointed meeting place, and they so cruising again.
 Duping the Chinese l
 Spekaing of rackets, here's the way a resourceful salesman sold dozens of trial subscriptions to very snooty magazine: Since the order blanks happened to be inn pressive-looking masterpieces of the engraver's art, the hustler chose -- of all places-Chinatown' as the scene of operations. Go ing into each shop in turn, he'd brusquely demand a dollar.
 You clazy-man - go way" shrilled each indignant Oriental. No give you dollar!'
 "OK," the salesman would mutt ter, while he proudced the sub- scription blank and wrote the Chinaman's name thereon. Then he'd produce a hammer and tacks, and would fasten the paper to the wall. "Now I ketchum dollar see? You gotta pay" And the vic- tim would pay, assuming that this was some outrageous new license foisted on him by the city. The flood of subscriptions from such an unexpected quarter caused the magazine publisher to investt- gate and learn the true story. LGhristopher Columbus?" they ask. When Columbus started, goes 1 the answer, The did not know where he was going. When he got there he did not know where he