Salt Lake Times | 1890-06-13 | An Every Day Game

An Every Day Game. "Say, there is a feller playing a game on Woodward avenue this afternoon," he said through the telephone, after calling call-ing up police headquarters. "What sort of a game?" "The sweat box," , "Where?" "On car No. 240." "What sort of a looking man is he?" "He's the conductor, and has just gone up with seventy passengers on a car made to carry thirty 1" Detroit Free Press.