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I can't stop the train and turn
back, and I like your nerve to ask
"Callahan, if you'll come back
I'll give you a new hat," said the
keeper, returning, "Come back,
that's a good fellow You can't
live in Jersey without money, and
the air's unhealthy."
"What sort of a hat? as'ked
Callahan." ' .
"A silk hat two of 'em."
"Nix on the hats," said Calla
han. "If you'd said an opry hat
I might have but nothing doing
in the hat line now."
"Hoboken change for New
York!" sang out the conductor.
The two stepped out upon the
platform. Callahan halted at the
foot of the steps leading up to the
exit and stretched out his hand.
"Good-bye, Hobbs," ' he said,
weeping. "I'm soYry to lose you,
and you've heen good to me in
your way, but duty is duty."
"Ah, gVan, you cheap skate,"
said the keeper angrily. "You git
in that New York train or I'll
smash your face in."
An argument arose; the lunatic
appealed to the crowd that had
collected. Evident sympathy was
shown with him. "Stay fri Jersey,
don't let him get you in that
train ; you're sane here," lliey ad
"All right," said the keeper at
last. "I guess I'll have to go.
Good-bye, Callahan. I beat you
in the race, anyway, and I could
do it every time if we started
"I bet you couldn't," cried Callahan.
"I'll race you back to the asy-
lum with 10 minutes' to spare." '
"I'll go you," cried Callahan.
"I'll knock spots off you."
"All aboard for New York!"
shouted the conductor. " Callahan
and Hobbs plunged for the door
and entered, just as the train
steamed out from the station.
ANTHONY IS DUE FOR A
They may have to call out the
Indiana militia when Mrs. Chas.
H. Anthony gets home to Muncie,
Mrs. Anthony is the lady who
startled New York and Washing-'
ton by wearing diamonds in her
slipper heIs, and Mr. Anthony is
the gentleman whe startted the
vtax assessor of Muncie by telling
him the diamonds were glass.
"I'll read him thg Indiana riot
act when T get home," said Mrs.
Anthony, referring fo friend hus
band. "I'll give hirp a piece of
my mind. The diamonds are real.
When my husband starts in to
swear off taxes he always begins
to belittle my jewelry.
"Sometimes he embarrasses me
something dreadful by rubbing
my diamonds in public and saying
they're paste and will rub off. Do
you wonder I'm a suffraget?"
Besides all this, there is a
tragedy in Mrs. Anthony's life.
"It's very dreadful. Every
winter Mr, Anthony and I go to
Florida. I wear thin things. We
spend our summers at Lake Pe
toskey. I wear thin things there,
too. And I just love pretty
'clothes especially furs. That's