Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 179, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 July 1913 — Cales of GOTHAM and other CITIES [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

Cales of GOTHAM and other CITIES

Big Steamer Was Held for Little Canary Bird

N EW YORK. —Before the steamship Vestris sailed for South America the other day from near the old Martin Stores, ‘ Brooklyn, Mrs. G. F. Green of No. 59 West Fifty-third street rushed up to Harry S. Davidge, the passenger traffic manager, and exclaimed: . /

“Oh, what am I going to do? I have forgotten to bring Rickey. How am I going to get him to the ship?” "Who is Rickey?” inquired Mr. Davidge. “He’s a canary bird, a beautiful singer,” replied Mrs. Green. “My husband insists that I must bring Rickey to Buenos Ayres.” “Well, it is now 4:30 o’clock,” said Mr. Davidge, looking at his watch, “and the ship sails at five. I don’t think there is time to get Rickey. However, I will telephone for him if you wish.” Accompanied by the traffic manager and four friends, one man and three women, Mrs. Green went to the foot

of the pies and called up a taxicab station near her home. “I have a charge account with you,” said Mrs. Green, “and I want you to bring my canary.” "Who’s going with the canary in the taxi?" asked the man. 1 “Nobody,” said Mrs. Green. “You will have to go up to my apartment and tell my Finnish maid, who doesn’t speak English, that I want the bird.” The taxicab Manager laughed scornfully, 7 “We don t carry canaries in our taxis without escorts. Besides, the driver is not allowed to go into a house. Good-by.” * Then Mrs. Green called taxicab station and told them what she wanted. The manager said he would get the bird. Captain Davis of the Vestris said he would hold the ship ten minutes. « Then Mrs. Green called up her Lena and said: “Canary, taxi.” "Yah,” said Lena. She went aboard and stood on the deck forward. The Vefftris began to back out at 5:10. She was almost free of the pier, when there was a roar of excitement at the foot of the pier, a cloud of dust arose, cheers echoed through the pier shed, and a roan came rushing to the head of the pier, holding high above his head a gilded cage, within which was Rickey, trying hard to keep his perch.