Rensselaer Republican, Volume 14, Number 22, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 February 1882 — No Accounting for Tastes. [ARTICLE]

No Accounting for Tastes.

New York Sun. “You had better get rid of that stovepipe bat; you’ll be livelier without it,” said a powerfully built,red -faced young truck driver the other day, as he nearly drove over a delicate-looking gentleman on Park row. The pedestrian had to skip in a very undignified manner to escape. “You want your neck wrung very badly,” he said as he gained the sidewalk and looked after the truck. , The driver heard him and pulled up his horse at once. ‘TWill you. wring it?” he asked in gruff* tones. The gentleman took a few seconds to consider the question. Then be said: “No, I’ll leave that job for the hangman; but I’ll flatten your nose, if that will suit you.” It appeared that the proposal suited the driver, for in thirty seconds he stood before his fragile-looking man. “Now flatten my nose,” he said defiantly. t r It was done before the words were well out of his mouth, and as he fell on his back in the gutter the expression on his blood-bespattered countenance was that of mingled pain and amazement. “What did you strike that man for?” asked a policeman, hurrying up, and seizing the gentleman by the arm. “Because he asked me to strike him, you know,” was the reply, “and as he looked like an honest, good-natured young fellow, I didn’t like to disoblige him.” The policfman looked at the truckman. who rose slowly, and without making any complaint, mounted the seat of his wagon and drove oft. “Well,” said the policeman, impressively, as he walked away,“there’s no accountin for tastes.”