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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, June 15, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 5

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IT'S A GREAT WORLD AFTER ALL WHETHER
YOU'RE "GOING NORTH, SOUTH OR WEST"
BY JIM .MANEE
The little old Ford rambled right
along,
The little old Ford honked and
honked its gong.
The ticket man yelled, "Going west,"
And he got 10 cents from every guest.
The truckster's horses plodded down
the street,
.The heavy truck was loaded to the
seat.
Andi all down town was a clang and
gong
As the little Ford rambled right along.
"Aw, come on, Gertie, let's walk
home. I can't climb up that ladder."
"Sure you can. Everybody else is
doin' it Lookit, there goes a couple
of girls from our place now."
"Going north, Clark to Fullerton.
Get in folks. Gimme a dime, ten
cents, the tenth part of a dollar, and
I'll take ya home. Everybody rides
in the auto bus. Cuddle up closer;
The more the merrier and the more
coin I get. All aboard. Let 'er go',
Bill." Honk! Honk!
"Gee, Pete, let's get out our one
lunger. She'll hold seven in a pinch."
"It will be some pinch, all right."'
"Well, what the diff? Everybody's
happy and they are only too glad to
get home. We can make about twen
ty trips. Fourteen dollars. Wowie,
Pete, get ten gallons of 'gas.' " (Half
hours later): "Going south."
"Get a paper, folks. Ya can't buy
'em on the jitneys. Read about the
turrabul war. Fifty thousand killed
and 50,000 walking home. Everybody
walks and everybody reads while
they're walking. Axtree poiper!"
"Gee, ain't it swell! We get a ride
home in the boss' car every night
now. And he's got some chauffeur.
His nam isArehjbald, If I had rwven
seen um I'd of thought he was a girl.
But I'm for 'im. He's hansom. Here
comes the gasoline palace now. Hope
some of the neighbors are out on the
porch when we pull up."
"Lookit the poor boob! Stalled
right in the middle of the street.
(Noise like a steam calliope): "Get
out of the way. We got a full load at
ten cents a head and can't afford to
loiter. We're off, folks. Don't get
impatient."
"Whash matter?. Didn'tchu get
home eisher? So did I. Everybody's
laffin. Whasha joke? Wait'll my wife
getsh me.. Oooie!"
If there was a real kick raised in
Chicago over the lack of street car
service Monday we failed to hear it.
registered. Everybody was happy
last night until the last jitney bus
rolled out of the loop with the last
downtowner. Pedestrians fand pe
destrians is a good name right now)
had a new experience. It was SOME
experience.
Our Windy City blew news of the
street car strike to all sections in a
hurry and everybody who had any
thing that resembled a jitney bus was
out for business. There was business
aplenty.
The best part of all the excitement
was that folks just forgot all about
street cars. You couldn't prove is
by Chicagoans whether cars had
ever run here or not. The man who
wrote "We Should Worry" hit Chi
cago right in the back of the neck
Monday evening. That was the at
titude of the big majority of the loop
folks.
Your mother, sister, brother, grand
mother, aunt, cousin, niece, nephew,
father, son, daughter and the rest of
'em were all out to see just how a
city can get along with jitney buses.
And they all .had a good tune-out of it.
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