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The storm was so vicious that he boarded a crosstown car at Forty-second Street. A man elbowed him in the narrow vestibule. He looked up and gasped aloud in sudden terror. An instant later he laughed at his fears; the man was not James Bansemer. A cold perspiration started out over his body, however.
Honest, when I see a car with 'Forty-second street, crosstown, on it I wanted to gallup up and kiss the motorman. "Well, I've got to leave you here. Will tell you how I happened to leave Emporia the next time I see you. Take it from me, I had rather be a shine on Broadway than a glare anywhere else. So long."
Necessity: Not Choice A woman hurried up to a policeman at the corner of Twenty-third Street in New York City. "Does this crosstown car take you down to the Bridge toward Brooklyn?" she demanded. "Why, madam," returned the policeman, "do you want to go to Brooklyn?" "No, I don't want to" the woman replied, "but I have to." Mr. Beecher's Prescription A country clergyman once called on Mr.
Far off on one of the crosstown streets a newsboy was calling an extra hoarse, unintelligible shouts that froze his blood. He bent his ear to catch the far-away words of the boy: "All about de Nor' Side murder!" He cringed and shook under the raucous shout. He knew what it meant. A policeman suddenly turned the corner and came toward him.
Then he sat serenely and bathed his feet; although it was against the rules he often managed to smoke a pipe while doing so. Then he hung up his store clothes neatly, and went off refreshed into the summer evening. A warm rosy light floods the city at that hour. At the foot of every crosstown street is a bonfire of sunset.
There will be two more awakenings that night once at Batavia, where a merry wedding party with horns and cow bells will follow the lucky bride and groom into your car, and once at Schenectady, where the Pullman car shock-absorbing tests are held. The next morning, tired but unhappy, you will reach New York. The Aquarium. Take Fifth Avenue Bus to Times Square. Transfer to 42nd Street Crosstown.
The recent Mr. Scotty from Death Valley has got you beat a crosstown block in the way of Elizabethan scenery and mechanical accessories. Let it be skiddoo for yours. Nay, I know of no gilded halls where one may bet a patrol wagon on the ace."
So we made arrangements with the Tammany leader, and through him with the police, to clear the street one of the New York crosstown streets and line it with policemen, as we proposed to make a quick passage, and didn't know how much time it would take.
The room began filling up with the various customers and loungers common to such offices: the debonair gentleman in check trousers and silk hat, with a rose in his button-hole, who dusts his trousers broadside with his cane short of one hundred shares with thirty per cent. margin; the shabby old man with a solemn face who watches the ticker a moment and then wanders aimlessly out, looking more like an underpaid clerk in a law office than the president of a crosstown railroad long of one thousand shares with no margin at all; the nervous man who stops the messenger boys and devours the sales' lists before they can be skewered on the files, not a dollar's interest either way; and, last of all, the brokers with little pads and nimble pencils.
"He keeps store 'crosstown. He's had bad luck, Hopewell has. His wife's dead she didn't live long after Lottie was born; and Lottie poor child! must be eight or nine year old." "Poor little thing!" sighed Janice, who had come home to find her aunt just beginning her desultory preparations for supper, and had turned in to help. "It is so pitiful to see and hear her.
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