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Show TROUBLE OVER MERRY WIDOW The Hat So Named, of Course, Is Meant, and the Tale Is a Dismal Dis-mal One, Indeed. There's a weeping bride in Borough Park and an angry bridegroom, too, and a frenzied hatter, which does not matter as much as the bride's "boo-hoo!" "boo-hoo!" writes the poet reporter of the New York Tribune. When subway trains and rushing crowds of men from every nation had jammed the stairs and platforms of the Twenty-third street station the ticket seller, Charlie Hott, whose temper tem-per seemed erratic, held up a ticket buyer with a question most emphatic. The buyer, Israel Cohen, a milliner's errand boy, with a hat as big as ever seen, had caused the clerk's annoy. The hat was just a linear yard across from brim to brim, while half that distance dis-tance up and down made other hats look slim. For the hat a bride was waiting and the hour was getting late, but the subway, Hott insisted, was not built to carry freight. So Hott emerged from out his box and made a pass at Cohen, while Israel Is-rael seemed inclined to think 'twas time that he was goin'. But ere the luckless messenger was able to escape es-cape the "Merry Widow" outfit had assumed a woeful shape. No longer high and lofty, but mashed so badly that it looked more like a pancake than a "Merry Widow" hat. But while the fight was at its height a copper came around, arrested Hott (heaven help his lot) before- he'd fought one round. To the nearest station of police, in Twentieth street, they tell, he took poor Hott, charged with assault, and locked him in a cell. |