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Show MISS DID HER SWEET BEST Dainty Maiden Interfered With Coal Wagon But Failed In Effort to Induce Team to 3udge. Irish profunlty Is not green. Frequently Fre-quently It Is blue. It was recently on State street, above Main, muses the Springfield Republican. This cloud of I sulphurous rhetoric rose from the driver's driv-er's sent of an overloaded coal wagon. Three horses aooathly they belonged ' to the union went on strike. And the Irish driver, armed with a whip, tried to break the strike. And the horses flapped their ears, swished their tails nnd twlstd their necks to blink at him. A wisp of thin, blue smoke spouted from his clay pipe to mingle with the fires of bis wrath. The Insh of his whip smacked the brass studded harttOOS, and a crowd on the sidewalk howled : "Mush ! ya bogger, mush !" yelled a rolce. "Veer out the filler lines and nail I 'em on the bottom," laughed a see ond. And still the horses blinked, Michael rose to new heights ci novelty, and the cnnl cart sagged. A young girl tripped down the street In n loud coat, shouldered through the crowd nnd stared, with a gasp of hor rnr pursing her delicate lips. Then her eyes narrowed, and she stepped out Into the gutter. "Y'ou stop beating those horses," she shrilled, "or I'll have you arrested'" Michael glowered at her, and smiled "Sure, and maybe you kin get thlm jro-ln'." jro-ln'." he suggested. "Of course I can." she tossed her head, and climbed up on the grimy load of coal. She grasped the ponderous reins In her tiny hands, stiffened her hack ami scorned Ihe whip with an ncld smile, j "Come, darlings," she cooed, "be nice and pull this little lond right up the ; hill." The sidewalk audience hooted She did her sweet best. And the on horse stretched an elnstlc neck to see what mnnner of mtilady ty! gods hsdl Inflicted upon him now. The middle horse flapped his enrs again ; the nigh horse switched his tall. Then all three sighed with resignation and didn't budge. Finally a motor truck came along and yunked the enrt to the top. |
