Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1937-08-19
Lights Of New York
by L. L. STEVENSON


club. The large membership con-
sists of those who have been given
thrills by Ben Smith, who before he
became big Wall Street operator,
was racing driver. He has never
quite overcome the habit. Hence
spin with him is fast, furious and ex-
citing. He's skillful and accurate,
however, and thus, his record is
clean. But memories linger on
When Tom Bragg and he were in
partnership they were not only bust
ness but playtime associates as
well. Naturally, they were compan-
ions in various automobile adven-
lures, some of which had humor
Gus aspect-and give an amusing
picture of two big brokers in their
play moments.
There was that day when Mr..
Smith, with Mr.. Bragg as usual his
companion, decided to try out new
light car on the rolling acres of his
farm near Bedford Village, N. Y.
In the back of a car were some
boards which were carried in case
of emergency. The first use oc-
Cured when they reached a small
brook. The boards were laid across
the stream and the car rolled over
smoothly. Shortly after that, they
came to a moderately high stone
wall.
"What'n we do now?" inquired
Smith.
''That's easy" returned Bragg.
"Put up the boards and drive over"
80. H." came the response from
Smith, land you'll act as captain"
Mr.. Bragg Immediately assumed
command and when the wheels were
aimed directly at the boards, gave
the order, ''Let 'er 60 an give her
plenty of gas"
Mr.. Smith obeyed. The car leaped
nobly to the task and shot up the
boards. But when it hit the top of
the wall, it stopped and spraddled
with the front wheels on one side
and the rear ones hanging over the
other.
Puzzled by his predicament,
Smith crawled out with the query,
"What'll we do now, TOMB"
"That's for you to figure out"
was the quiet reply as Bragg
strolled away.
The next day, they were back on
Wall street putting over big deals.
Speaking of driving, I'm wonder
ing what next I'll see on the streets
of New York. In old days, concrete
mixers were stationary or were
lowed in the backs of trucks. Now
adays they travel under their own
power and travel fast too, presum-
ably chewing up sand and concrete
as they pillow through traffic. A
concrete mixer moving at high
speed is something to meet. But
the other day, on Eighth avenue, I
saw what would be called steam
shovel, if it were not gasoline op-
Grated, bowling along merrily. 1t
had an escort-a dozen or more
taxicabs with drivers muttering be.
cause they were unable to pass.
The recent announcement that
Giro Terranova, for a number of
years known as the "artichoke
king" had given up his Pelham
Manor mansion because he'd not
only been deposed but had gone
broke, brings to mind the story of
young advertising man and a pro-
hibition era New Years eve. His
wife and he were invited to a party
and the wife, went on ahead. The
husband, somewhat fuzzy, forgot
where the party was and went out
looking for it. Seeing a big house
all lighted up, he rang the bell, was
admitted and found himself a guest
of Terranova. And in his embar-
rassment, several times he referred
to the pineapple king" But he
had a pleasant evening.
Smile by Ralph Rotgers, orches-
ira leader at the Starlight roof: GAS
shiny as the seat of sitdown strik-
ers' pants"
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