"ICEE WAGGON COME NEXTEE."

Kumara Times, Issue 1099, 8 April 1880, Page 3

"ICEE WAGGON COME NEXTEE."

A short time ago the Hub of the Universe was visited by a terrible thunderstorm, accompanied by a welldeveloped sample of the Kansaß tornado. Many lives were lost amongst the shipping along the Massachusetts coast, and especially in Boston harbor. tThe damage to glass in the city of Boston was very heaVVi The next day after the storm one firm in Canal street reported the sale of two thousand panes of window glass. The whole performance was without a precedent in the memory of the oldest native. The

startling appearance of the sky previous to the bursting of the shower warned travellers and pedestrians to seek cover. Among the many careless ones caught out'in the storm was George B-^—, a young reporter of the Boston Telephone. -He was caught by the shower on Hanover-street and stepped into a doorway to wait until the heaviest Was over. George had company in the.doorway. There were two Chinese from Howard-street, and several less quexie-rious looking individvals, each and all of whom, it may be safe to say, had not for a long time back had any Very close relations with a laundry. The rain fell in torrents, and soon great hailstones struck the sidewalk and.rebounded a few feet in the air. Rushing out in the rain, the enthusiastic reporter got several specimens, drew a tape line from his pocket, measured them carefully and recorded the exact figures in his memorandum. Repeating this operation several times, he attracted the attention of some young clerks in the office upstairs, who broke large chunks of ice from the block in the and threw them out to the reporter, who measured them carefully and recorded the result. Everyone in that doorway Was awe struck at the size of the hail stones, and the chinamen were exhibiting. eye 3 of an unusual roundness and

prominence. One of the chaps in the - office accidentally dropped the balance of the block of ice from which the

monstrous hailstones had been chipped and it Came down and landed on the. sidewalk with an immense crash. It must have weighed all of twenty pounds, and spattered the water right and left.Just at this instant came that awful • crash of thunder that startled everyone who heard it, and of which the papers ". spoke the next day. This was too much for John Chinaman. They both ran yelling up the street in the driving rain, the last one saying as he cleared the doorway: " Whoope up, hellee. Icee waggon come nextee. Good-bye, John."—Detroit' Free Press.