Ready For The Fray

Dr. II. L. Obetz, professor in the homeopathie department,is as independent a sample of au American citizen as can be l'ound in the country. He isoueoï the most accommodating of men when iisked to do something, and one of the most stubborn on eayth when ordered. He gave a Detroit street car conductor a sample of tliis latter quality recently. As the doctor left Grace Hospital to go down town, one cold day last week, he buttoned up his big coat and lighted a cigar. He boarded a Woodward avenue car and stood on the back platform. In a few minutes a big, burly conductor stuck his head out of the door and shouted surlily " Throw that cigar away." The cigar was an extra fine one and the doctor didn't do it. A tew minutes later the conductor carne out agaip and said, "Do you see that sign," pointing to 'lNo smoking on the rear platform." The doctor followed the direction in which hepointed.and then responded tbat he d i il. ïlie conductor then said that if hedidn'tthrow that cigar away he would throw the doctor oiï the car. The doctor weiglis about 240 pounds, and is quite in athlete in his way, and this was too mucli i'or liis independent American nature, so he told the conductor tliat if he ever had any idea of Üirowing the cigar away, it had left him now. The conductor stopped the car, and the doctor put the obnoxious cigar hetween his teeth, braced his feet, and waited for the onslaught. It dida't come, howeviar. The conductor looked the physician ver from head to toe and evidently oncluded that he had a bigger job on hand than he had contracted. He itepped up, rang the bell and the car went on its Wítjr, the doctor standing on the back platform enjoying his prized cigar.