.Ns,O- York, july sOa, 1914.
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LUCKY EscArE-Yesterday afternoon, as an
Irishman was walking across Chatham-square
with table on his head, he was run down by a
hackney coach, and one OF the horses treading
both feet on his breast and both wheels passing
over his head, it was supposed that he was dead.
The screams Of his wife, who was with him,
brought number of persons to the spot, when to
their astonishment, the man rose up without as
sistance and walked off to an apothecary's TO get
bled, seemingly very little hurt by the heavy pres
sure he had received.