New Methods Kill Old Customs. One by one they go, the cabbies of the citleB. In Chicago, for Instance, only a handful remains of the old-timers. old-timers. As a vanishing race we salute - them. "When the taxi came to take away their livelihood, they scorned the new vehicle with a fine fervor and refused to acknowledge Its advantages or expediency. ex-pediency. "No good can come av thlra buzzln', blazln', crazy contraptions!" they swore. Of course their income dwindled, but they eat tight, grimly maintaining their stand against the evils of fallen fortunes and speed mania. At the reports of auto brigandage and tax thieves they Bhook their gray heads solemnly and spat sagaciously. "What did I tell ye?" one asked trl-T trl-T umphantly. "No good can come av thlm murder machines!" From this reflection they take perpetual per-petual comfort. Meanwhile the cabby dozes on his 6eat in the sunlight.