STORY WITH A PUNCH.

Northern Advocate, 18 October 1920, Page 4

STORY WITH A PUNCH.

ALSO SOME HYPERBOLE,

America is sustaining its proverbial reputation for "pulling off" characteristic happenings,.; all of which the average. 'American greatly admires, especially when such tvents are written up in the customary Americanese style (writes the San Francisco correspondent of Christchurch "Press.") In New York, at Forty-fifth Street, and Eighth Avenue, a horsee, usually mildmannered and even-tempered, took umbrago at the load of theatrical ac'eWery they were piling on the tmek" behnid his back, and decided to gefright away, from New York. He gained momentum all the way id' J Forty-.third Street, where he blithely : upset two pedestrians who were in his way, and who were carried to Roosevelt Memorial Hospital as a consequence, and whizz-banged his furious course southward to Forty-second, where a ■ modern Hercules and Waterloo were waiting for him. Enter Bob Dorson,, as zealous a cub reporter as ever graced a New York newspaper, and always—as good cub reporters should be—on the look-out for excitement. Young Mr. Dorson, as they all say, ""took in the situation at a glance." He stood in the middle of the. street and braced himself. The horse on. Mr. Dorson is built like a traffic "cop," but he scorns the accepted police method of stopping runaways, which is t6; seize the bridl e or reins firmly, and - bring the animal to a gentle stop. He just naturally stood there, and "uncorked a wallop, ,, the like of which was never befor c seen in Times Square, or anywhere e l se > save i n the old Roman circuses. Ho planted his fist squarely and fairly between the horse's lamps. And the horse lay, down, 'took a count of 10, played dead till the rea ' traffic "cops' , came, sadly cut him ,out of his traces, and led him

away, muttering to himself. This, it

may be said, is a story with a punch