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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, March 25, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 18',
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A TOPSY-TURVY PROPOSAL
By Frank Filson
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
A sudden jar; the elevator stopped
and Cyrus Hodgson found himself
resting at the top of the cage, among
a miscellaneous company, which in
cluded his stenographer, Miss Per
kins, three business men, two ladies,
a tout, a peddler and a much sur
prised elevator man.
From the adjoining elevators came
shouts and cries. Nobody knew what
had happened for a while; then it was
seen that the elevators were upside
"Something gone wrong with the
machinery?" demanded Hodgson,
picking himself up and glancing at
the other surprised passengers.
" 'Pears so," muttered the elevator
man. "Say! If you folks can squeeze
out there mebbe I can find out."
Fortunately the elevator had
stopped almost on the level of a floor.
With a little difficulty the passengers
The strangest thing met their eyes.
Everything was upside down; in fact,
they were walking on the ceiling.
Six feet above his head Hodgson
saw the handle of a door, on which
was panited upside down, the name
"Jones & Co., Patent Attorneys."
"If you'll lend me your shoulders
I'll climb up and get into that room,"
volunteered Hodgson to a stout man
who stood beside him.
The stout man consenting, Hodg
son clambered up and opened the
door. He entered a business office.
There was nothing remarkable about
it except that the dess, safe, table
and chairs, together with a couple of
typewriters and a number of papers,
rested on the ceiling.
Hodgson opened the window and
looked out down Broadway. Then he
realized the situation. By some un
accounted mischance every building
in Broadway was resting upside
down, including the city hall and the
trees around it The street cars were
upside down upon the tracks. Groups
of wayfarers were clustered together,
apparently dazed; they stood and
pointed aimlessly abdut them.
"Oh, Mr. Hodgson, what has hap
pened?" excxlaimed a voice behind
Cyrus Hodgson, turnings beheld
Miss Perkins, pretty and twenty-
The Strangest Thing Met Their Eyes
three, gazing at him in unutterable
"I don't know what this means,"
she cried, "but I promised mother not
to be late and I was so glad you didn't
keep me this afternoon. And now
how am I going to get home to Brook
lyn?" "We'll get you home to Brooklyn,"
answered Hodgson, confidently.
"Just come witht me and never mind
this crowd, Miss Perkins."