The Bradys After a Chinese Princess; Or, The Yellow Fiends of 'FriscoDoughty, Francis Worcester
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The Bradys After a Chinese Princess; Or, The Yellow Fiends of 'Frisco
Doughty, Francis Worcester
Detective and mystery stories; Dime novels; San Francisco (Calif.) -- Fiction
At Douen, in France, on the River Seine, there is a bridge that is a
sort of aerial ferry. In order to avoid interference with shipping at
this point, it was determined to place no structure in the stream or
near its surface. Instead of a bridge in any of the ordinary forms, a
horizontal flooring, sustained by steel towers and suspension cable, was
stretched across the river at an elevation of 167 feet. On this flooring
run electrically-driven rollers, from which is suspended, by means of
steel ropes, a car that moves at the level of the wharves on the river
banks. The car is 36 feet wide and 42 feet long, and is furnished, like
a ferryboat, with accommodations for carriages and foot passengers. The
ropes that carry the hanging car are interlaced diagonally in such a
manner that the support is rigid, and a swinging motion is avoided.
To secure sound rock for the entire length of the Catskill aqueduct
tunnel it has been necessary to go down over one thousand feet below the
river surface. Investigation was made by wash borings, by diamond drills
operated from scows on the river, and by inclined diamond borings
started from the bottom of shafts sunk 300 feet on each side of the
river. One of these inclined holes was over 3,000 feet long. The
inclination was determined by sinking the shaft glass tubes filled with
hydrofluoric acid, which etched a true horizontal line on the interior
surface.
* * * * *
WITH THE FUNNY FELLOWS.
Shockit--Does learning the bicycle require any particular application?
Sprockitt--No; none in particular. But arnica is about as good as
anything.
Visitor--What makes you so ugly, Tommy? Don't you love your baby
brother? Tommy (viciously)--Well, I did till somebody came in and said
he looked like me.
Waiter (seeing dissatisfaction on guest's face)--Wasn't the dinner
cooked to suit you, sir? Guest--Yes; all but the bill. Just take that
back and tell them to boil it down a little.
"George, I wish you'd leave this little package at the express office."
Me carry a bundle? I guess not. Besides, I've got to lug both my tires
and a handle bar down to the repair shop.
Lawyer--I'll defend you, Sambo, in this bigamy case, but what defense
have you? Sambo--I kin prove an alibi. Lawyer--An alibi? How will you
prove it? Sambo--By two odder wives whut I had.
Miss Smart (after an hour of patient listening to a tortured violin)--Do
you play a great deal, Mr. Sawton? Mr. Sawton (modestly)--Oh, not a
great deal, I assure you. I play only to kill time. Miss S.
(enthusiastically)--How well you succeed!
Judge--Have you anything to say, prisoner? Prisoner--Yes. I'm engaged to
be married. I've been engaged for the last ten years. Judge--Why aren't
you married? Prisoner--Because we've never been out of jail together.
She comes out to-morrow.
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