every street in New York had a different
kind of a street car on it, but I found one
that didn't have care of any kind, I think
they call it Avenoo Five. Wall, I wuz a
standin' thar one day a watchin' the people
and things go by, when all to onct along cum
the durndest lookin' contraption I calculate
I ever seen in my life. It wuz a sort of a
wagon, kind of a cross between a band wagon
and a hay rack, and it had a pair of stairs
what commenced at the hind end and rambled
around all over the wagon. I sed to a
gentleman standin' thar: "Mr. in the name
of all that's good and bad, what do you call
that thing?" He sed: "Wall, sir, that's a
Fifth Avenoo 'bus." I sed: "Wall, now,
I want to know, kin I ride on it?" And he
sed: "You kin if you've got a nickel."
Wall, I got in and sot down, and I jist about
busted my buttins a laffin' at things what
happened in that 'bus. Thar wuz a young
lady cum in and sot down, and she had a
little valise in her hand, 'bout a foot squar.
Wall, she opened the valise and took out a
purse and shet the valise, then she opened
the purse and took out a dime, and shet the
purse, opened the valise and put in the
purse, and shet the valise, then she handed
the dime to a feller sottin' out on the front
of the 'bus, and he give her a nickel back.