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Show SPLIT A TELEGRAPH POLE. Runaway Team Sounded Like Two Salvation Army Bands. Terrific consequences followed Joe Slms's carelessness In leaving a team untied at the head of Commercial street yesterday afternoon, but not half so terrific as they would have been had not a trolley wire pole stopped the mad flight of the horses a few moments after af-ter Sims sought refreshment In a Commercial Com-mercial street saloon. The runaway was one of the liveliest the city has seen in years. , Sims hails from the country. He had a lumber wagon loaded with tinware and other noisy commodities. The horses that drew this were not accustomed accus-tomed to city noises and their ears were going forward and back as they danced through the streets. Then Mrs. Sims went to buy some dry goods, and Sims, along with a companion, hunted for wet goods. The horses were left untied to take care of themselves. At this stage of tho game a piece of corrugated Iron slipped down In the rear of the wagon and played a merry tattoo along the side of a cook stove. Both horses made a flying start for their own south country. They went straight down Commercial street at a mad gallop and the noise of tho hardware In the wagon sounded like a couple of Salvation Army bands As they passed Into Second South the team managed to strike a trolley pole, supporting an arc light. The wagon tongue spilt the pole In twain and shivered the glass of the light. The harness parted and both horses started start-ed for' the sidewalk. But, evidently dazed by the force with which they struck the pole, their pace was slackened slack-ened and they were caught without trouble while they were making for tho plate glass windows of the Wilson. Then Sims came out of the saloon wiping wip-ing his mouth, and took possession of his live stock. |