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Show Up tho Verge of Insanily. j Meeting an old friend, a drummer, com-1 com-1 Ing from one of the depots, sachel iu hand, the other day, I greeted him cordially cor-dially and asked him where ho was from I this time. He looked at mo wearily and I replied, "Arappy tap tap, rajipy tap tap." ! "What's that you sayr" says 1. "Arappy tap tap. arappy-tap lap, arappy tap lap," lie replied. 1 really thought for a ino- nient that bo had gone crazy, but lie slipped his arm through mine and said: "1 cu hardly remember where I have been. I can't think of anything but arappy tap tap, nrappy tap tap. You see, unfortunately, about a year ago In ouo of my railroad journeys I noticed the singular singu-lar fact that the noiso made by tho truck of a passenger coach In passing over the rails was always like the words arappy tap tap. "I had never noticed it before, but 1 have never stopped noticing it since, and : It has become very annoying to, me. I i have traveled on every railroad in every j kind of passenger coach in this country, and wherever I go it is arappy tap tap. The only variation that I have discovered is that these sounds arc loudest when tho I track is poorest and the speed tlio greatest, and that they are not heard at ull when the track is good or the train is moving very slowly. 1 can't imagine what produces pro-duces that regular succession of sounds. I have laid awake in my berth all night thinking about It, do believe it will run me crazy," He turned oil at the next corner, aud as far as I could hear him he I was saying "Arappy tap tap, arappy tap tap, arappy tap tap." Chicago Journal. |