Tramp In Mayor's Chair

A tramp, the most miserable-looking tramp that could be picked out in a lay's travel, played Mayor of New York the other morning, saya the New York Sun. His clothing was in tatters and was in danger of falling off. His face was oíd, and he was three years away from a bath. Janitor Larkin went mto the mayor's office at 6 o'clock in the morning and just missed having a ñt when he spied the specimen sitting in the mayor"s big chair. As the janitor carne in the tramp stood up and leaned against the desk. "Wliat!' exciaimed Larkin. "Sir?" said the tramp. "What the blazes are you doing here?" demanded Larkin. "I only want a pair of pants," said the tramp with a tremulous voice. "Tbink this is Baxter street?" demandad Larkin. "Think we run a pants factory? Think this is the headquarteis of the Hebrew Pants Makers' Amalgamated Reform Union? Well, it ain7t, and how in blaze3 üid you get taere?" "I came in through the window," said the tramp softly. "The door was locked." He iooked at Larkin and Larkin looked at him. For a moment neither spoke. Then the tramp said: "I understacd the mayor distributes pants every morning, and that a great crowd gathers to receive them. I merely wanted to be on hand in time, and so I climbed up and came through the windcw.' "Well you'll come, out of the door," said Larkin. "Certainly," said the tramp. Larkin hol 1 him in the hall until a policeman came and took him to the Oak f.rept st?t'on, where he said he was Andrew Bradley and had a home in Brooklyn. Later he was arraigned In the Tomba cnnrt and was sent to the workhouso. Kothing in the mayor's office had been disturbed.