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It permits the stranger from Chicago or Squeedunk to be annoyingly facetious, and to the general public its farewell has become nothing else than Pattiesque. One is placed in the dilemma of not knowing whether to weep or to rage or to laugh. 

Even Horses Are Listless.
Down Christopher streets it comes, the shining black nags apparently oppressed with the weight of the "years" they draw along, gazing neither to the right nor left, but somberly and sadly threading their resigned way through the pleasant unprogressiveness of Greenwich village. The car itself, with its dusty windows, its fading colors, its obsolete lettering, and its front platform three or four feet lower or higher than the rear, bumps and stutters along on cubic wheels; and yet the memories that cling to it! The rains it has sopped up; the snows it has shivered under! The suns beneath which it has blistered! 
"Gid ap! Gid ap!" Driver No. 3105 of the Chambers street line flicked his whip upon the backs of his unfeeling steeds. "Dunno what's got inta these yere beasts! Slow! Holy mackerel! Can't say as I blame 'em, though. Everybody kickin' 'bout how slow these old cars are. 'Taint their fault. Everything's got the right of way over us. Gotta wait fer the trollies; gotta hold up fer th' road, and th' whole fool city curses us.  
"I've been drivin' these cars fer twenty-five years an' more, an' seems [[cutoff] "Honest Long Cut" 'baccy, his red, days. Never a kick or complaint [[cutoff]] weather-beaten cheeks surrounded by a they have to make. And each passen-

Women Talk Less Now; Scientist Is Authority 
M. DUBUDOUT, a French-scientist, has recently given out some startling facts, which appear to show that the tendency of woman to talk is actually growing less, and that if this alarming decline keeps up the woman of a thousand years from now may be man's silent partner, speaking seldom and only when words are absolutely necessary. 
"This strange change," he says, "can be explained in several ways. For that there has been a change I have no longer any doubt, after my extended observation, not only in France, but in America and England and Italy and Spain. Women are not the persistent, animated conversationalists that they were twenty years ago.
"Take, for instance, women in restaurants and at public places of all kinds, where they are seen freely moving about with men. Everywhere you see the men taking not only their own share in the conversation, but even leading it in many cases. At receptions, too, and at public dinners, the fair sex seems, for some time now, to be letting the reins of conversation slip form their hands.  
"One explanation for this queer state of affairs is that women, with their growing interest in outside doings, in business and politics, and in the strenuous pursuit of careers independent of men, are becoming more and more self absorbed. 
"A woman whose mind is occupied with some burning question of the day or who is greatly concerned over the success of her next business venture, or the popular approval of her latest book or picture or song, is not nearly so likely to keep up a running fire of light conversation as her more care-free sister of twenty years ago. 
"If the man she is with shows an inclination to talk she is more than willing to let him. It gives her greater opportunity to follow out her own train of thought, while outwardly she pretends to drink in every word that he says. 
"The old-fashioned woman was not interested in self-advancement. Neither did her own affairs absorb her. She chatted on constantly, sometimes interestingly, cleverly, occasionally even brilliantly, but always more or less superficially. Now she is interested more deeply in things, she does not seem able to talk about them so readily."
M. Dubudout claims to have spent over a years studying this question, and to have gathered actual statistics, first hand, from watching men and women in different parts of the world. 

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Conductor a Veteran. 
"Do I like horse cars?" Tim [[cutoff]] pityingly. "And what good would [[cutoff]] me not to like 'em. Can I do [[cutoff]] else? I'm part and parcel of the [[cutoff]] me boy, and when they go out [[cutoff]] too."
The conductor of Time's car is [[cutoff]] veteran. For thirty-seven years [[cutoff]] Sievers has collected fares on [[cutoff]] or another, has seen from a [[cutoff]] form all the changes of the [[cutoff]] grown old with his cars. He's [[cutoff]] proud of them, of their ability to [[cutoff]] weird turnings, of the part the [[cutoff]] play in the city's transportation. [[cutoff]] as for the storage battery cars, [[cutoff]] do you think," he confided, "do [[cutoff]] bump an awful lot? Sure, the [[cutoff]] run smoother. A lot!"
George Lent completed near [[cutoff]] years of service a few weeks ago [[cutoff]] a truck, grown over-impudent, [[cutoff]] his car and injured him severely. [[cutoff]] a civil war veteran and now a [[cutoff]] invalid in his home. Wonders [[cutoff]]what return the old drivers [[cutoff]] expect after their long service. [[cutoff]] are quite a number of them, [[cutoff]] there is any tragedy at all [[cutoff]] with the horse car problem [[cutoff]] whether or not the men will be [[cutoff]] the scrap heap when the cars [[cutoff]] there for good and all.