THE KIND OF PEOPLE IN DETROIT.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume XI, Issue 1306, 10 April 1883, Page 2

THE KIND OF PEOPLE IN DETROIT.

He was passing the City Hall on the Michigan avenue side at 2 o’clock one afternoon, when he struck an icy spot. Usual result I The ice slipped under him towards Woodward avenue, and he slipped ahead towards Griswold-street. It has been figured that only one man in 3,256,807 can save himself under such circumstances. He clawed—he wobbled—he went down. Hat to the right—cane to the left—legs all over—pavement un« hurt. Usual number of boys around—usual yells of delight, together with at least fifty sarcastic inquiries as to whether he intended to have his photograph taken then, or wait till some dark night. A few feet away a lone man stortn leaning against a post. His ears began to work, his face grew red, and it was plain that he wanted to yell right out. But something restrained him. The victim arose, picked up his hat and cane, and with a benign expression on his face, walkc-djip to th? muT l at the and sWI : “ Mr Brown, did you see j^^umbln?” “Yes, sir.” “And you w£ru to laugh V” “N-nof sir.” “ Yes, you do I Don’t lie about it for I’ve been right there myself. You want to laugh, and yet vou know that 1 hold a mortgage on your house and lot and can foreclose. Now, then, I’ll extend the time a full year, and you go ahead and laugh all you want to I” But, sir .” “Shut up! Laugh, sir—laugh ! Good day I” The citizen walked away with a limp, gazing straight before him, and the man at the post let go and laughed until a policeman came along and rubbed snow on the back of his neck. That’s the kind of people there are in Detrois. They don’t slip up and claw around and take a drop without, expecting to make the world brighter and better for some poor mortal.