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Show W"H-H HIHIIIIHMIIH I People of tlie Pavement ': Michael Woods. FOR the past fifteen months Michael Woods has sold ovenlng papers at tho Utah National bank corner on Main street. In tho morning he passes out Tribunes at tho Eaglo block corner on Second South. Tho short, heavy-set figure with the left leg missing, the bronzed face under the campaign hat. the wooden crutches, are all familiar to the human tide that eddies around the I clock post at the bank corner. When offering his goods to tho passer-by Woods' betrays his nationality by the slight brogue which enriches hla pronunciation. pro-nunciation. He was born In Ireland, but thirty years of life In America havo mado him a thorough American. Ho lost his leg as the result of an accident at Kcmmerer, Wyo., In 1000. "I don't want to talk about the accident," acci-dent," he said, yesterday, ;'bccausc I havo a damage suit pending against tho coal company for which 1 was working at tho time, and it might bo against my Interests." Inter-ests." Before ho was crippled he worked as a laborer around mines and railways. When ho lost his leg ho had an aged aunt dependent de-pendent upon him for support. He camo to Salt Lake and. to keep tho pot boiling, began to sell shoestrings about tho business busi-ness part of town. This was three years ago. Then machinery Invaded his business busi-ness and the nlckel-In-the-alot machine took all the pronto out of slrocstrlngg. Woods yielded to the inevitable and became be-came a newsman His aunt Is now dead and ho has only himself to supprt. which ho docs successfully by tho sale of morn-inir morn-inir and evening papers 1 iris alertness nnd his Hibernian wit make him popular with buyers, and all who know him hope that he will succeed in collecting all he is entitled to from the coal company. |