The Wyandotte herald. (Wyandotte, Mich.) 1879-1943, 1940-02-02
Lights Of NewXork
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Grace George play. BILLY Draws
l Horse" In the throng were two
women, one extremely well dressed
I'D considerably older than her
mpaIlon Handicapped somewhat
os a heavy pair of white wool
. ives. Il g older woman opened her
h.. lbag and took out fiat tin of
.lI cites. On one side of the tin
were cigarettes. On the other an
ash tray and a pack of matches.
3u clumSneSs due to the gloves
caused an accident wherein Gig
arettcS. ash tray and matches hit
the floor. The well-dreSSed woman
got down on her knees and started
salvaging her belongings. her gloves
again handicap. Others joined her
in retrieving the smokes, the ash
tkay and the matches. Finally, all
were back in place and the owner
arose. II didn't want to waste
them" she explained Il don't
smoke but they were a present"
In the hurrying throng Of Grand
Central terminal, small, Wrinkled
and plainly but neatly dressed Wom-
an, weighted down by two heavy
bags, was being buffeted here and
there Finally the attention of a
red cap was attracted and he Sprang
to her assistance. Having relieved
her of her baggage and learned what
tram she was taking, he led her to a
day coach and slowed away the bags
in the rack When he came back
up the ramp he looked rather
daZed
Il didn't expect nothin'." he ex-
planned to fellow worker. 81 was
just givln' her a hand cause she's
Old But look here. boy, at what
she give me and she said it wasn't
no mistake neither"
And the other porter whistled as
he gazed at two big homemade
cookies-and a new five-dollar bill!
A young travelling man, back from
a long trip, which had kept him on
the road during the holidays,
sneaked into his Bronx apartment
to give his wife and youngSter a
surprise. To his surprise, he found
the place dark and deserted
Switching on the lights. horror swept
him as he saw that the living-room
walls and rug were stained with
what seemed to be blood AS he
vas about to rush out to give an
alarm, the telephone rang and,
moved by an impulse he couldn't
understand, he stopped to answer
1t. 1t was his wife who was at her
sisters and had called purely on
the chance that he might be home.
When he had recovered sufficiently,
he investigated and found that ma
ture had taken its course with keg
of wine which, in the fall. he'd put
in warm closet to ferment.
On the way uptown, a taxi driver
told me of fare he'd picked up
an hour or so previously. The fell
low seemed TO be sober enough but
insisted that the driver turn into
Central park and drive around an
hour or more. Finally, when the
meter charge caused the hackie to
begin to worry bit about the SOL
vency of his passenger, he made an
inquiry as to what it was all about.
After few moments of silence, the
passenger replied that he was writ
er and had got stuck with the end
ing of story which he had prom
lSed to deliver at the end of the
week. In few words, he outlined,
the plot. The driver shut off the
clock and they went into a huddle.
with the result that the proper
ending was forthcoming. And the
driver wouldn't accept tip. In
his spare time. he too writes short
stories.
On Fifth avenue, a gang of men
were working in a manhole and be-
cause of their job were more or less
begrlmed and were in overalls of
course. just as an extremely we'll
dressed and pretty young woman
was passing, one of the workers
emerged from underground. The
young woman stopped ard talked
with the Observation-Disclosures
toiler for several minutes. Then.
with a smile. she went on her Way.
And the man-ln-the-hole had quite
Tune convincing his associates that
the pretty girl was his sister.
Bustop eavesdropping: Say, i'll
had neck like hers, I'd want two
sets of silver foxes"