A Dodge Of His Own

Duiïng a crowd the other day on Four teenth street, near Fifth avenue, a very solid man was pushing his way through the mass of humanity, when he encountered a palé, thin young man with the look of a consumptive. The big man did not swerve a hair, and the thin young man's elbow, which was held out at an angle, took him in the left side. The big man gp.va a gasp, followed by a curse, and nearly lost his balance, while the other passed on as cool as ice. He had turned aside to gaï into a window when the big man can.e up and said: "Friend, I want to feel of your right elbovr, the one you gave me a dig with back there." ' "Oh, certainly," was the reply as the elbow was extended. "Why- why- it's hard as iron?" "Yes, it is iron. That is, I have an iron cap made for it. Just a fit as you see, and padded with flannel. It's an invention of my own. Haven't long to live, and don't want to surrender any of my rights and privileges. You are number 33 today - all big men. American hog vs. the iron elbow, vou see. Elbow always comes out ahead.