Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 33, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 September 1893 — A Philosopher on Wheels. [ARTICLE]

A Philosopher on Wheels.

On the front .platform of a Broadway car can be soon an interesting variety of life. Ride down behind some old stagor,Jor instance, who has been on tho*aroulb for many years. Get him to talk. I know one Broadway driver by sight who is a charming conversationalist. He is a sedond edition of the famous Mark Tapley of romance. No sort of weather and no, conditions of travel can ruffle his tempor or quell his delightful flow of dry humor. He appears to know every driver and conductor on the lino. As they meet ho is hailed by thorn with a smile and a rough and cheery -salutation of Bomo sort. Even tho shaggy fellows who drive tho cross town linos call out to him or wavo a hand at him from their brakes when too far away for word of mouth. His honest, round rod faoe glows with good nature which oannot do disturbed by the most obstinate truck driver that ever blocked the track with wagon. ‘Oh, yes,” said ho to mo one day. *1 know ora. They ain’t half bad. I used to drive stago on this line long ago. Thou I’ve been driving car ever sinoo. Now I’m taking lessons on a grip. (Come, tuno ’er up a little, Bill!) Tho road changes, but I’m here. (Hollo, old man! How’s Sally?) Sally’s his girl. Soo?” Tho other man takes a half turn on his brake and with a broad grin sweeps by. “Know ’em? Well, I should surl And every inch Of- this. oma bet! (All right, now; hurry up there or you won’t getmo dinnor!) He thinks he’s driving in Kansas City. That follow’s an old timor, but ho.’s been off the lino a dozon times. Boon on a brake in evory city in tho country. They always como back boro. No place like old Now York. See?” And thus ho runs on—chatting and chaffing and twisting down and letting go and Keeping a sharp lookout to the right and left a sound mind in a sound body and a grout big heart throbbing undor all.