When Duty Calls.
The Brooklyn Eagle contains this entertaining story: Albert Johnson lives in a comfortable dwelling at the corner of Clove road and Canarsie lane, Flatlands. There has been diphtheria in the family recently, some of Mr. Johnson s children havingbeen the sufferers. This rendered it necessary to fumigate the house. For this purpose three fumigators from the health department visited the dwelling in the morning. They did their work thoroughly and left a little after noon. The rooms were filled with sulphurous smoke, which was calculated effectually to destroy any diphtheria germs which might be lurking about in corners.
When the fumigators left the house the Johnson family raised the windows with a view to allowing the smoke to escape. The smoke escaped in large quantities, so large, in fact, that the attention of the neighbors was attracted. The neighbors had not been informed of the fumigation of the Johnson mansion, so they concluded a fire was in progress. Somebody turned in an alarm at 12:40 o’clock and the firemen dashed up soon afterward. In their ardor to subdue the flames the lire laddies did not wait to ascertain their locality, or even their existence, but got their hose at work and soon cast volumes of water over and into and through the Johnson house. This quite astonished the occupants of the dwelling, who rushed forth with loud protestations. The firemen redoubled their efforts at the imagined fright of the Johnson family, who sent whole bays of water in through the windows.
After a few minutes of effective work the firemen were informed of the true state of affairs. Then they sadly withdrew, while the Johnsons contemplated the scene. I he dam age done by the firemen amounts to $IOO.