Bridge In Fur Coat, Wins $5 Bet
Span Cops Fear Eyes,
Are Bad, But Sure Enough, It's 'Jimmy'
under a burning sun on the hottest day so far this year,
policemen on Camden bridge had a vision yesterday that made
them think, for a moment, they were sunstruck.
mercury had climbed to 91, the simmering heat waves beat
down mercilessly from a pale blue sky, and yet, there,
before their eyes, was a man walking over the bridge wearing
a fur overcoat!
bridge cops pinched themselves, closed their eyes, then
looked again. It was all too true. The vision refused to go
away. In fact, it drew nearer and nearer. Just to make it
more real, the gentleman in the fur coat drew forth from its
folds a bottle of beer and proceeded to consume the cooling
fur-wearing bridge-stroller was none other than
"Jimmy" Fleming, better known to thousands of
thirst quenchers in these parts as the "Jimmy"
half of the partnership which, until some months ago,
operated that popular and justly famous emporium,
"Jimmy and Larry's" in Egg Harbor. The place, you
may remember, with the inches of sawdust on the floor and
all the sporting pictures, autographs of the great and
near-great, and those other gimcracks on the walls.
"Jimmy" Fleming is nothing if
not original. It wasn't because he was particularly anxious
to don the fur overcoat over his white flannel trousers to
walk over the bridge. It was all because of a bet- a $5 bet.
see," said Jimmy," I was telling an old friend of
mine the other day, whom I had not seen since last year,
that things were pretty tough last winter and I walked over
that bridge from Philadelphia almost every pay, looking for
didn't believe me, and offered to bet me $5 I wouldn't walk
over the bridge the next hot day with an overcoat on. Of
course, I took him up and now, you see, I've won that
at present is employed.