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June 29, 1908

EAGLES WILL STOCK

SWOPE PARK CAGE.

THAT ORDER HAS TOO MANY

AMERICAN EMBLEMS.

Cage to Hold Them 300 Feet Long

and Higher Than Forest

Trees Is Now Being

Considered.

Kansas City may furnish eagles for the republic. A local lodge of the order of Eagles yesterday presented a magnificent specimen of the golden eagle to the Kansas City Zoological Society, to help start the zoo going. The national emblem was sent to Swope park, where the zoo is to be eventually established, and soon a cage will be built for it. None of your cages that everybody knows about, but a great affair going over the tops of the trees.

The city has appropriated $15,000 for buildings for the society. It remains for the society members to decide what sort of buildings they want first. If the proposal of the local Eagles is pushed, the aviary will be the first thing built, and in it will go the eagles. The Brotherhood of Eagles has offered to stock a cage with eagles if the zoo will furnish the cage and house the birds. The offer is made because nearly every lodge of Eagles in the country has a live eagle on hand that it would be glad to be rid of after the novelty of ownership has worn off. What the order is looking for now is a home for its emblem.

"We can get 100 eagles if we will take them," said Harry O. Walmsley, one of the vice presidents of the Zoological Society. "It has been suggested that we accept the custodianship of these great birds and once a year, on July 4, release a pair of them so as to perpetuate the species. It could be made a national event. Nobody would kick but the mules. I think very well of the scheme, and will submit it to the other members of the society when we hold our regular meetings next week."

When Mr. Walmsley was asked if there would be no protests against turning birds of prey out, he scoffed the idea of the eagle being a bird of prey. "Nobody but the story writers ever heard of an eagle doing any harm," he said. "They may pick up a young lamb once in a while, but they are more likely to get away with a rabbit. All the children who have been stolen by eagles were found between the covers of fairy books.

"The eagle is becoming extinct. The Brotherhood of Eagles is involuntarily gathering a lot of them captives. If the Eagles do not get the eagles, the birds are shot and stuffed. The proposal now is to let the Kansas City zoo accept custody of them and, once a year, on the natal day, turn a pair of the great birds loose. It would be like running old glory up to the masthead. The Society of Eagles could have charge of the ceremony.

"From our side we would want to 'band' the bird, putting a brass band on a leg giving its history so that when in the course of a decade of a century some mighty hunter would bring the same bird down south of the equator or in the farthest Canada, natural history could get a story worth the while. I think very highly of the plan to invite the Order of Eagles to send all their birds to us. The cage we are considering would be about 300 feet in length and high enough to clear the forest trees. On the ground, running the cage, there would be covered alleys so that visitors might go right into the cage and see their life at home.

Labels: animals, lodges, organizations, Swope park

June 29, 1908

NOT SO EASY TO

BECOME CITIZENS.

NATURALIZATION SYSTEM HAS

MATERIALLY CHANGED.

Largest Class Since New Law Went

Into Effect Will Be Examined

by Judge John F. Philips

This Morning.

Twelve foreigners will line up in the United States court this morning to be examined by Judge John F. Philips as to their fitness to be admitted to citizenship. It will be the biggest class held in the federal court since the enactment of the new law. Classes this size formerly were put through the circuit or county courts in two shakes of a lamb's tail. Now it is all different, and getting naturalized is about as tough a proposition as a man has to go through. Getting married is nothing at all; getting divorced is, of course, little more, and going dead is no trouble whatever.

Getting naturalized used to be done by going with a ward heeler a few weeks before election day to a judge, and signing a paper there. That facility made the business big. Hanging in the office of United States District Clerk A. Utter are three sheets of paper with forty names on them. These represent every application for citizenship that has been filed here since February 13, not 1 per cent of the old colony days, when ward heelers got so much per head for "citizens" to vote the next month.

The forty men who are bulletined had all been in the country five years before they got their second papers, and they have all had their second papers two years, or nearly two years. Twelve of them will be ripe today, and so they will be marched up before a federal judge and quizzed. There will be no ward heeler doing the talking, and assuring the judge that "he's all right, judge; I've got his slip here," the slip being the man's name written in English, himself, most likely, unable to utter it, and the prospective citizen absolutely ignorant of the government of the United States.

That type of foreigner is out of the running entirely now. He never will get to vote. In the federal court there is no night sitting, no colonizing, no running them through in blocks, and above all else no slips. Each man will have to toe the mark and tell something about the constitution, the rights of the franchise, the form of government, the course of a document, from the draft to the signed law, and most likely may have to compare the government of the United Stats with that of the land he is forsaking.

The new law does not limit immigration. The same lot of undesirables can still get into the country, but they may not vote till they know English, have established a reputation, and are up on the bill of rights and other fundamental principles of the government.

Labels: immigrants, United States District Court

June 29, 1908

BOY IS KILLED

BY A BASEBALL

THROWN BY MARION GREEN,

11 YEARS OLD.

MORRIS CROWE IS

THE VICTIM.

HE WAS ALSO 11 YEARS OLD.

AN ACCIDENT.

Little Sufferer Dies as the Angelus

Is Calling the Parish to Prayer.

Thrower of the Ball

Crazed by Grief.

While playing a game of ball yesterday morning, Morris Crowe, 11 years of age, was struck on the head by a pitched ball, and died a few hours later from the injury. Morris, with six of his playmates, was playing ball in the side yard of James Green's home, 1122 Prospect avenue. Marion Green, the 11-year-old son of Mr. Green, was in the act of throwing the ball to John Crowe, Morris's brother, when Morris attempted to cross the yard. In crossing he ran directly into the course of the ball, and before his little friends could warn him of the danger, the ball had struck him fairly on the left side of his head, just above the ear.

Morris staggered and cried for help. His brother and Marion Green ran to him just as he fell to the ground, unconscious. The lads carried Morris to the terrace and began to throw water in his face in an attempt to revive him. Marion ran into the house and told his mother of the accident. Mrs. Green came out and told the boys to carry Morris into the house, but Morris had regained consciousness and refused to go in, saying that he wanted to go home. Mrs. Green bathed the boy's face and his bruise, then bandaged his head and his friends took him to his home, 2711 East Eleventh street.

ABLE TO WALK HOME.

Morris seemed to have recovered from the effect of the blow on his head and was able to walk home with little difficulty. His conversation was rational and he ate dinner as usual. After dinner was over he began to grow rather stupid, and his mother decided that he should have medical attention. A physician was called, and said there would be no serious result from the injury, but that the lad would naturally be somewhat bewildered by so hard a blow on the head.

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon Mrs. Crowe noticed that her son was growing worse, and immediately called in another doctor. This doctor informed Mrs. Crowe that there was no chance for her son's recovery, and she would better send for a priest at once. Two hours later the child was dead.

When Marion Green heard of Morris's death he became frantic and his talk was irrational. He dept repeating: "I killed him; I killed him." Neither Mr. Green nor his wife is able to do anything to quiet him, and he mourns over the death of his little schoolmate and playfellow bitterly. Mrs. Crowe said that she realized the little Green boy was entirely blameless, and that he felt the death of Morris as keenly as did she.

DIED AS BELL TOLLED.

At the time of the accident Mr. Green, who is connected with the T. Green Grocery Company, was away from home. He did not arrive until after dinner, and at that time it was not thought that Morris's injuries would result fatally. It was not until 7 o'clock that the Green family heard of the lad's death.

Just as the angelus was ringing in St. Aloysius church, which is located only a few doors west of the Crowe home, Father J. C. Kelly, four Catholic sisters, Mrs. Crowe and her family were gathered at Morris's bedside. They sank to the floor on their knees in silent prayer, only to arise and find that life had left the child's body while the angelus was calling the parish to evening prayer.

John W. Crowe, the father of Morris, is a conductor on the Santa Fe railroad and was in Texas at the time of his son's death. Mrs. Crowe telegraphed the train dispatcher of his district and received the assurance that her husband would be released from duty as soon as he could be informed of his son's death. He is not expected until tonight.

Morris and Marion Green had been fast friends. Both of them were in the same class at St. Aloysious school. Almost every day the boys of the neighborhood would gather at the Green home for games of some sort, and Morris and Marion were the favorites of the crowd.

CAUSED A CONCUSSION.

They boys who were playing ball at the time of the accident said that the ball which struck Morris was thrown with such force as to rebound from his head and strike a tree some feet distant. After striking the tree the ball again rebounded and rolled quite a distance away. The physician who attended Morris last said that the blow on the head caused a concussion of the brain and it was from the hemorrhage that death resulted.

When the news of Morris's death spread in the neighborhood, the little friends of the boy visited the Crowe home, each expressing with unmistakable sincerity, his sorrow.

Morris was one of three children in the Crowe family. He is survived by an older brother and a baby sister.

Labels: accident, children, churches, death, Eleventh street, Prospect avenue, railroad, schools, sports

June 29, 1908

WELL KNOWN ARCHITECT DIES.

Bertram August Von Unworth De-

signed Many Kansas City Homes.

Bertram August Unworth, 69 years old, died at his home, 2903 Gillham road. Born in Germany Mr. Von Unworth graduated from the gynmasium at Glogau and afterwards studied architecture at the University of Berlin. He was an officer for many years on the staff of General Count Von Moltke and served in the campaign of 1859, the Polish campagn of 1864 and the war of 1866. After leaving the army he married Fraulein Moldzio, who is still living, and came to America in 1870. In 1877 he located in Kansas City, and has lived here ever since. He practiced his profession of architect and many of the beautiful homes in Kansas City are the product of his brain.

Besides the widow, six children survive, Hans, Hermann, Frida, Gertrude, Erdmuthe and Margarethe. The funeral will be held tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock at the home. Burial will be in Elmwood.

Labels: architects, death, Gillham road, immigrants, veterans

June 29, 1908

WAS ALMOST A CLOUDBURST.

Last Night's the Heaviest of a Sea-

son of Heavy Rain.

Last night's heavy rain might be classed as a phenomenon. At 7 o'clock it began to rain in the district south of Twenty-fifth street and west of Euclid avenue. In some localities outside of that particular district there were light showers, but in that district the rain was more on the order of a cloudburst and lasted for an hour.

The heavy, dense clouds which hung over the south part of the city began to travel northward and, still in districts, the rain began to fall in torrents. Gradually the whole city was soaked in such a downpour of rain as had not been seen this year.

Many fresh air seekers and church-goers were caught in the rain without umbrellas or protection of any sort. Cars were crowded with persons who preferred to ride to the end of the line and back again rather than to face the storm.

In the South Side of the city there was nothing but rain, while in the downtown district large hailstones fell. An electrical storm accompanied the rain, but no damage was done by the lightning.

At midnight a second storm came up, this time directly from the north. That of the early part of the evening was from the south. The second storm was scarcely less severe than the first, except that it was not accompanied by hail nor as vivid display of lightning. From midnight until 2 o'clock this morning the rain continued, in incessant pour.

Labels: Euclid avenue, Twenty-fifth street, weather

June 28, 1908

HE BELIEVES

IN BATTLESHIPS.

Senator Warner Is Cheered by Bat-

tery B When He Voices Sentiment.

"I was foolish enough to vote for four new bttleships and I would vote for sixteen more if I thought they were needed to preserve the peace of this country."

Senator William Warner made this statement last night at the banquet of Battery B of the Third regiment at the Coate house, and the boys of Battery B gave him cheer after cheer. Senator Warner's eminent standing with the militia was further evidenced when he said that he believed in the army and the navy, but peace above all.

"But I would fight for peace," he said, and that pleased the embryonic soldiers more than ever.

The state and the nation is doing right in contibuting to the militia, according to the senator, and he assured the young men that he stood ready and willing to co-operate with them in anything that would obtain for the good of the service.

This was the third annual banquet of Batery B of the Kansas City list artillery. Dr. J. Thomas Pittman was the toastmaster and Senator William Warner one of the guests. Warren E. Comstock paid a poetic tribute to the late Col. R. H. Hunt.

These were the other speakers: The Rev. Herbert E. Waters, invocation; Captain George R. Collins, "The Battery"; Fred A. Boxley, "Power of the New Gun"; W. P. Borland, "The Citizen Soldier"; T. T. Crittenden, Sr., "Civic Benefits From the Guard"; Herbert E. Waters, "An Empire and Its Builder."

Labels: Coates house, military, Senator Warner

June 28, 1908

SEAVER IS THE

GOLF CHAMPION.

TRANS-MISSISSIPPI CONTEST TO

EVANSTON MAN.

PLAYS IN SPLENDID FORM.

GREATEST FINAL ROUND IN AS-

SOCIATION'S HISTORY

Defeats Harry Legg of Minneapolis,

One Up on 37 Holes -- Evanston

Makes a Fine Record

in the Contest.

In the greatest final round that the association has ever seen, Everett H. Seaver of the Evanston Golf Club, Kansas City, defeated Harry Legg of Minneapolis, 1 up on 37 holes, yesterday and won the Trans-Mississippi golf championship after a struggle that was a hair raiser from the first tee.

It was the steady plugging of Legg that made him almost win the Trans-Mississippi championship yesterday. A lucky stymie on the sixteenth hole on the second round by Seaver, that gave him the hole, was the only thing that gave the Evanston Club the championship. The sixteenth hole of the afternoon round was the turning point. They came to this hole with Seaver 1 down and 2 to go. Legg had a splendid chance to halve the hole, but Seaver's put got in the way and Legg couldn't hone in, giving the hole to the Kansas City boy, making it even up at the sixteenth.

Seaver dubbed his drive on the way to the seventeenth, and it looked all off for Evanston when Legg won the hole in 5. It was dormie one when they started for eighteen. Both drives were good. On the second shot Seaver got on the green, while Legg's iron shot was short. Legg's approach was good and he seemed to have a chance to halve the hole and win the match, but Seaver made a splendid twelve-foot put, holing out in 3, two under bogie, and winning the hole.

This made it even up on 36 holes and the men had to play an extra hole to decide which would take the Trans-Mississippi championship.

ON THE DECIDING HOLE.

On the deciding hole, both drives were good, but Legg topped his second shot. His third put him over the green in the high grass. Seaver was almost on the green in two and making a nice approach, holed in in 4, one under bogie, winning the hole, match, and championship.

The Evanston Golf Club made a record in this tournament that will not be equalled in many, many years. A member of the club won the championship, Paul R. Talbot, a member of the club, won the consolation prize, and the Evanston team won the Brock cup for the team championship. The prizes the club didn't take were those that went to the men who made the lower scores in the qualifying round.

Labels: Evanston Golf Club, sports

June 28, 1908

NEGROES FEAR 'JIM CROW' LAW.

They're Going to Prepare to Fight

Any Such Proposal.

To prepare for the protection of the negroes' civil rights in Missouri the Negro Constitutional League has issued a general call to all the negroes in Kansas City to meet in the Allen chapel, Tenth and Charlotte streets, Monday evening. The call says that the activity in Kansas City of certain enemies to the negro race has been so great that the next session of the legislature will have to consider bills proposing Jim Crow laws, and the disfranchisement of the negroes.

The meeting will be for the purpose of selecting the strongest men locally to work for the defeat of such laws, and to arrange for the reception of the state league, which meets here July 9 and 10.

Labels: Charlotte street, organizations, race, Tenth street

June 28, 1908

ONE IS DEAD, ANOTHER INSANE.

Result of Heat in Kansas City, Kas.,

Last Week.

One death and a case of insanity were attributed to the heat in Kansas City, Kas., yesterday. M. D. Bowman, a stonemason, was overcome by heat last Thursday at Tenth street and Splitlog avenue. He died at his home, 529 Stewart avenue, early yesterday morning. He was 47 years old and had resided in this city for twenty-eight years. The funeral will be held from the home this afternoon.

Charles Michaels, a laborer living at Twelfth street and Scottt avenue, was adjudged insane in the probate court. He was overcome with heat last week which affected his mind.

Labels: death, Kansas City Kas, mental health, weather

June 27, 1908

'WILL ANYBODY GO

TO BE A SODGER?'

HARD TIME THESE DAYS TO

KEEP THE RANKS FULL.

Recruitin Stations Everywhere and

Tight-Laced Doughboys Out

in Front to Lure on

the Rookies.

Will anybody go for a sodger? With a standing army of 60,000 to keep up and time-expired men not willing to go back to the cities, and the Philippines not big enough to keep up the strength to the peace footing.

Times are not what they used to be, and no longer is there slouching at the recruiting stations. It used to be, when the army was 30,000 strong, that to enlist a man had to go all the way to Fort Leavenworth. Now they have recruiting stations at rural free delivery towns and in cities like Kansas City they have regular barracks. Here the army recruits at Eighth and Main. It is easy to find. There will be a man standing in the doorway laced up to the last notch., with his blouse fitting like a directoire, his chevrons or re-enlistment stripes as bright as the day he got them and his cap just so. His belt is there and so are his gloves, and he is looking as comfortable and lazy and well dressed and well fed as it is possible to do on $18 a month and a captain on the next floor up threatening to send him back to the post for old guard fatigue if he as much as lets a single button go for comfort. The orders are to dress up and look smart and get the rookie. Yesterday's dispatches said that there are still other troubles ahead, and they are white belts.

UNIFORMS WILL DO.

"First thing we know," said one of the recruiting party yesterday, "we will have swagger sticks issued and ribbons on the caps. Then we will be all Tommy Atkinses an that will fix us."

"Will you like it" was asked.

"Nobody leaves the army on account of the uniform not being smart enough," was the answer.

Recruits are wanted, and the only way to get them fast enough to fill up the gaps caused by retirements is to pay as much as the treasury department can stand, now fixed at $18, and to dress the men as smartly as possible. The British methods are being adopted because Britain and this country have to depend upon volunteer enlistments. All other powers have conscripts.

The British, realizing that there is no inducement going into that army for the beggarly pay of about $8 a month in infantry and not much more in the artillery or cavalry, put their troops in the smartest uniforms that military tailors can design, and they are constantly changing them in order to give the men a change of dress. Trafalgar square, London, is the great recruiting station in London. Around the base of Nelson's monument there are to be seen recruiting sergeants from a score of regiments, all in full dress uniforms, with little streamers flying from their caps or shoulders signifying that they are recruiting officers.

REFUGE OF LOVE SICK.

They are picked for their smart appearance and are great successes at catching the love sick swain who realizes that if he had on a shell jacket, tight fitting trousers, spurs, leather gloves and a fatigue cap tipped over his right forehead he would stand a better chance than in overalls and clod hopping shoes, so he enlists. The uniform does it.

Since the march with the allied armies to Peking, American army tailors have been busy, and since the department has found it difficult to get enough men to keep the regiments up to their full strength, the recruiting officers have been ordered to get busy. So that accounts for the new orders which make the men at Eighth and Main do sentry-go at the door, dressed for guard mount, apparently standing there out of pride, but really because of the new orders to make the service look as inviting as possible from every point of view.

Labels: clothing, Eighth street, Main street, military

June 27, 1908

KANSAS CITY GIRL TO SING.

Miss Pearl Warner to Be Heard at

Fairmount Park.

Miss Pearl Warner has been engaged as soloist with Mr. H. O. Wheeler's American band at Fairmount park, and begins her engagement tomorrow afternoon. Miss Warner will sing twice each evening and afternoon. Miss Warner has a beautiful dramatic soprano voice. She scored a big hit in the Elks' minstrel show at the Willis Wood. Miss Warner was last season with "The belle of Mayfair," and is now considering several offers for the coming season.

Labels: arts, fairmount park

June 27, 1908

'BUSINESS BASIS'

MADE THEM SNICKER.

WATERWORKS EMPLOYES ARE

USED ONLY TO POLITICS.

LAUGHED IN

GREGORY'S FACE.

"PULL" BETTER THAN EFFICIEN-

CY IN HOLDING JOBS.

Board of Public Works Gets Busy.

Chief Engineer John F. Sickles

Suspended Pending an

Investigation.

The board of public works yesterday suspended John F. Sickles, chief engineer of Turkey creek water pumping station, for "insubordination and good of the service." Last Monday, it is claimed, he discharged twelve of the employes at the station without authority, and has otherwise demeaned himself in a manner not satisfactory to the board. No action was taken yesterday by the board in the cases of the twelve men removed by Sickles.

"We are going to put the water department on a business basis and establish an order of discipline if we have to fire every man in the department," said R. L. Gregory, president of the board. "There is to be no politics in the department under this administration, and that's got to be understood. Last Friday when we ha a lot of heads of the different branches of the service before us, and they were asked if it were not possible to conduct a municipal water plant on a business basis, they all, with one exception, snickered and said it was impossible. The impossibility they claimed was attributable to politics, so myself and associates, Lynn Banks, Wallace Love and R. H. Williams, made up our minds right there and then to wipe politics from the plant and conduct it s we do our private business affairs. It can be done, must be done and shall be done.

"The deplorable condition of the plant, and the lack of discipline is directly traceable to politics. There will be no more using of the waterworks by politicians to serve their selfish ends. Qualification, not politics, is the basis on which men will be employed in the future to conduct the affairs of the waterworks."

Lynn Banks said that in view of the insinuations that the present administration is trying to inject politics into the water department, the commercial and civic organizations should send delegations to inspect conditions as they exist at the two water pumping stations.

"I am certain they will fin some things that will refute the charge that we are playing politics," said Mr. Banks, "and what's more, they will be convinced that the water plant in the past has been badly handled."

It is the intention of the board to continue the weeding out process until it finds men who can hold their jobs through ability, and not through political influence. There are indications that other high officials are slated to go within the next few days.

Labels: politics, public works

June 27, 1908

LANDS IN MRS. EDSON'S LAP.

Bicyclist Catapulted by Motor Car

Driven by Kansas City Woman.

DENVER, COL., June 26. -- (Special.) While on his bicycle at Sixteenth and Larimer streets, and trying to dodge a car yesterday afternoon, Joseph Skega, an employe of the Denver Fire Clay Comapny, had a head-on collision with the automobile of Dr. W. L. Hess, breaking the glass of the wind shield and driving completely through it into the lap of Mrs. J. E. Edson, wife of the president of the Kansas City Southern railroad, who was driving an d was sitting in the seat beside the physician.

Mr. Edson and his family had just reached the city in a private car. They are friends of Dr. Hess, who received them in his automobile at the union station. In the machine, besides Mr. and Mrs. Edson, were his daughters, Mrs. K. P. Williams, wife of the quartermaster at Fort Leavenworth, Kas, an d Miss Geraldine Edson.

The front wheel of Skega's bicycle struck the hood of the automobile, throwing the rider over the handlebars and against the glass of the wind shield. Jagged edges of the glass cut the victim's face and neck in a dozen places, while his bicycle was wrecked. Mrs. Edson's dress was bespattered with blood from his wounds. Dr. Hess placed Skega in the automobile, and after reaching the city hall assisted Police Surgeon Ackley in dressing his wounds, later conveying the injured man to his home.

Labels: automobiles, Denver, Kansas City Southern

June 26, 1908

TRIPLETS' FATHER

IS UNDER ARREST.

NEIGHBORS CHARGE HIM WITH

NEGLECTING CHILDREN.

He Has Seven, One of Them Being

Boaz, Last Remaining of Trip-

lets -- Mother of Chil-

dren Dead.

Martin Curry, father of the much advertised Curry triplets, was arrested yesterday afternoon on a warrant issued out of the juvenile court, Kansas City, Kas., charging him with neglecting his children. He was locked up in the county jail and will be arraigned in the juvenile court today The arrest of Curry was caused by numerous complaints made by neighbors. He has six children beside the one remaining triplet, Boaz, the two others having recently died. It is the older children that he is accused of neglecting. He stated last night that he had in no way neglected his family as far as he knows. He proposes to hire an attorney and fight the case. Under the juvenile court law neglect of children by their parents is punishable by a fine and jail sentence.

On Sunday afternoon December 22 last, triplets were born to Mr. and Mrs. Martin Curry, 2543 Alden avenue, Kansas City, Kas. The babies, two boys and a girl, were all perfectly formed and unusually healthy. Curry is a laborer and, owning to his poor financial circumstances, the people of the two Kansas Citys became deeply interested in his family, especially the triplets, and hundreds of dollars were contributed by the public that the little ones and their mother should not need for anything in the way of care and attention.

The speedy and generous response of the public lifted a load of worry from the father and all went well until the death of Mrs. Curry, which occurred five weeks after the birth of the triplets. The little ones were doing splendidly at that time and the prospects for them to live were pronounced good by the family physician. At the time of Mrs. Curry's death an effort was made to have the triplets placed in a nursery where they might receive the best of care, but the father decided to trust the rearing of the babies to his 17-year-old daughter Bertha.

Ten days ago the babies were taken ill from having been fed sour milk. Ruth died on Wednesday, June 17, followed by the death of David last Sunday. Boaz, the last of the triplets, still lives, but is not in the best of health. Dr. T. C. Benson stated last night that the child was much better than it was a few days ago, and expressed the belief that it would live if properly cared for. It was Dr. Benson that named the triplets, christening them as they were born.

Labels: charity, children, death, doctors, illness, juvenile court, Kansas City Kas

June 26, 1908

DID SPOT PROVIDE THE FEAST?

Court House Clerks Believe They

Know About McClanahan's Fowls.

Every clerk in the circuit court of Jackson county dined on spring chicken at the home of David McClanahan in Independence last night. About the chickens which supplied the feast there was a veiled mystery, which added greatly to the sweetness of the meat. Arthur Kelly is positive he has found the solution to the mystery.

It runs this wise: About two months ago the county court secured two fox terriers for use in the basement of the court house. These dogs were warranted champion rat catchers, and they willingly lived up to their reputations. When the rats had become exhausted and the dogs had nothing more to do at the court house James Fernald, one of the clerks, spirited one of the dogs to his home. But the dog insisted on catching the neighbors' chickens, bringing them to the Fernald homestead and then and there killing them. Mr. Fernald, at his wife's earnest suggestion, brought the dog back to the court house.

Then it was that Dave McClanahan took the dog home. One week ago he told the clerks in the court house that he was planning a chicken dinner for them. Nice, fine, fat, spring chickens. Arthur Kelly smiled and kept still. He knew the story of Fernald, the dog and the chickens. Spike Henessy, champion chicken eater of the court house, began a starvation diet at once.

Yesterday morning Kelly and Fernald, guarding their secret well, called a meeting of the clerks and presented Dave McClanahan with a brand new dog collar. On the silver plate of the collar was inscribed these words: "To Spot, in recognition of his services." When McClanahan read the inscription he turned red in the face.

"Stung," whispered Kelly to Fernald; "that blush is the blush of guilt. Now for our dress suits that we may partake of the sweets."

Labels: animals, circuit court, courthouse, food, Independence

June 26, 1908

BURNING SULFUR

MARS A WEDDING.

BROTHER OF THE BRIDE SE-

VERELY HURT.

HAND SERIOUSLY

INJURED.

ANOTHER GUEST OVERCOME BY

SULPHUROUS FUMES.

Home Where Ceremony Was Being

Held Set on Fire Accidentally.

The "Cutups" Find New

Source of Torment.

Jokers made an attempt to fumigate the residence of Mrs. N. P. Maupin, 3609 Wyandotte street, Wednesday night while Mrs. Maupin's daughter was being married in the parlor to Harry Pierce, a furnishing goods dealer. As a result of the prank Robert Maupin, brother of the bride, may have an injured left hand the rest of his life, and J. J. Foster, a wedding guest, is still confined at his home, 2001 Woodland avenue, ill from inhaling deadly sulphur fumes.

The wedding ceremony was just performed and the formalities of bride-greeting were on, when Robert Maupin left the room to investigate the source of sulphur fumes, which had annoyed the guests during the last few minutes of the wedding service. He entered a rear room and was almost overcome by the fume before he discovered the tray on which the sulphur was burning.

The jokers who placed the sulphur inside had closed the window again and Mr. Maupin was forced to raise the sash with one hand while he held the tray of burning sulphur in the other. The window "stuck," he jerked impatiently, and the tray was overturned. The burning mass ran over Mr. Maupin's left hand and he screamed in pain.

In the meantime, J. J. Foster, who had gone in search of Maupin, heard the latter's startled cry and rushed into the room. The window curtains were ablaze and the carpet was burning. The deadly fumes prostrated Mr. Foster beore he could get out of the room, after putting out the fire and aiding Mr. Maupin with the window and the sulphur tray.

Dr. Allen L. Porter was called from his residence at 3001 Central street. He revived Mr. Foster and treated Mr. Maupin's hand. Mr. Foster was then taken to his home and later another physician was called in consultation. Last night Mr. Foster was unable to leave his house. He insisted last night on going to the telephone and talking to Maupin. He had intended offering a reward for the detection of the jokers who caused his injury. Mr. Maupin, however, said he would prefer not to prosecute because he is sure the fumigating method was taken by friends, who merely tried to frighten the bride and groom.

The flesh was burned from Maupin's hand, and the attending physician stated that some of the finger joints may remain stiff. Mr. Pierce and his bride, who was Miss L. Maupin, will leave tonight for a honeymoon tour of California and the Pacific coast. Their departure was postponed on account of the serious injury to the bride's brother and their guest.

Labels: accident, Central street, doctors, Fire, pranks, telephone, wedding, Woodland avenue

June 26, 1908

PATSY SAVED A GIRL'S LIFE.

In Recognition of His Bravery, the

Neighbors Give Him Clothes.

As a reward for his heroism in rescuing a little girl from drowning last Monday, Patsy Burrey, the 13-year-old son of Patrick Burkrey of 1956 Hallock avenue, Kansas City, Kas., was yesterday presented with a new suit of clothes by people living in the vicinity of Fifth street and New Jersey avenue.

While playing on the banks of Jersey creek near Fifth street, Anna Tate, an 8-year-old girl, fell into the water. Young Burkrey plunged in after her, grabbed her by one foot and pulled her out upon the bank. The rescue was witnessed by several men who were standing on the street above the creek. They look up a collection with which to reward the young hero.

Labels: children, clothing, drowning, Kansas City Kas

June 26, 1907

THEY SWAM TO PUT OUT A FIRE.

Firemen in East Bottoms Followed

Through Flood by Team.

When hose company No 20, Guinotte and Montgall avenues, responded to an alarm of fire from the Park grain elevator, East Lynne street and Nicholson avenue, at 8 o'clock last night, the firemen found the burning structure surrounded by at least five feet of water, surrounded by at least five feet of water. Near the elevator was a fire plug, just barely covered with water. The team followed them. The wagon floated and the horses seemed to pull it with ease while swimming. When the wagon reached a depth where the wheels touched the ground and the bed with the hose was above water the firemen reeled off a section and the hydrant man made the attachment. The line was crried into the elevator and the fire put out. When it was all over the men, horses and wagon went back the way they had come.

Labels: animals, Fire, flood, Guinotte avenue, Montgall avenue

June 26, 1908

DROWNED WHILE SWIMMING.

Little Henry Hall Disobeyed His

Mother and Was Lost.

Henry, the 12-year-old son of Joseph F. Hall, 512 Tenney avenue, Kansas City, Kas., was drowned in the backwater of the Kaw river at the foot of Reynolds avenue yesterday morning. The boy had been sent on an errand by his mother, but instead of doing his mother's bidding, he met some other boys that were going swimming in the backwater that fills the hulls in the northern part of the Cypress railroad yards. Young Hall got in over his head and was drowned in the presence of a number of young companions.

Yesterday's drowning occurred within a few hundred feet of where two other small boys met death in the water last week. The body of the Hall boy was recovered and taken to the undertaking rooms of Daniels and Comfort. Coroner J. A. Davis decided that an inquest was not necessary. Joseph F. Hall, father of the boy, is employed at the Cudahy packing house, having charge of the boiler rooms there.

Labels: children, drowning, Kansas City Kas, railroad

June 26, 1908

ROCK PILE FOR GUN TOTERS.

Independence Police Judge Orders

Marshal to Bring 'Em All In.

Independence has started a rock pile and the city marshal and Police Judge Peacock say they expect to pick up every "gun toter" in town to break rock for the county road connections with city streets. When Edward Howard, a negro, said in police court yesterday that he had been guilty of carrying a pistol Judge Peacock turned on the full current. The negro whineed under the fine of $150 imposed by the court.

"There will be nothing less in this court for pistol carrying offenders," said Judge Peacock. He instructed Marshal Combs to round up the pistol "toters."

The crusade against carrying concealed weapons was started by the Independence Commercial Club. The club sent a recommendation to the mayor regarding the practice and asked him to have the ordinance against concealed weapons enforced.

Labels: courtroom, crime, Independence, Judge Peacock, organizations

June 25, 1908

FORMER MAYOR HUNT

DIES IN LEAVENWORTH.

HE WAS QUARTERMASTER OF

NATIONAL SOLDIERS' HOME.

In 1879 He Served This City as Mayor

and Began Many Improvements.

His Experiences Here in

the Early Days.

After two weeks' illness from uraemic poisoning, Lieutenant Colonel R. H. Hunt, a former mayor of Kansas City, died at the Soldiers' Home in Leavenworth yesterday morning. Colonel Hunt was 68 years old, and up until his last illness he had been a man of marked vitality.

About one year ago Colonel Hunt was appointed from private life to the post of Quartermaster at the Soldiers' Home, and he was serving in that capacity when he died. Colonel Hunt was a widower and is survived by two nieces. They are Mrs. John Stearns of Kansas City and Miss Mamie Hunt of St. Louis.

Funeral services will be held Friday morning in the chapel at the Soldiers' Home in Leavenworth. The burial in the national cemetery will be attended with regular military honors.

Special cars will be run to the Soldiers' Home tomorrow morning to carry friends to the funeral. The cars will start from Tenth and Main streets at 8 o'clock.

Robert H. Hunt was born in Shannon, Kerry County, Ireland, in 1839, and came to America at the age of 10 with his father. Kansas City was reached even in very early days, and the spirit of individuality which all his long life afterwards made him conspicuous, asserted itself in the father and son, for they left Kansas City for Western Kansas to get where they could not see slaves. The father soon went on about his business, leaving the boy to make a living for himself.

This he first did by carrying the water pail on a section for the construction of the railroad. Twenty years later, he was working 2,000 men himself, one of the big railroad contractors of the West. Between the time of his carrying the dipper and building part of the Rock Island, the Santa Fe and the Missouri Pacific, young Hunt went to a college. He worked his passage through it, and got out in time to go into the war to serve with Rosecranz, Thomas and Grant; to join Ewing and to become chief of staff under General Samuel R. Curtis.

IN LOCAL BATTLES.

Most of his service with the colors was on the border between Missouri and Kansas. Hereabouts, with General Curtis, he directed the artillery movements of the fights of the Little Blue, Big Blue, Westport, Osage, Newtonia and Mine Creek. It was at this last battle that General "Pap" Price was crushed and General Marmaduke was captured.

Colonel Hunt enlisted in a Kansas regiment, but left it during the war and became a staff officer. Afterwards he got back into a Kansas regiment, the Fifteenth cavalry, of which he was Major. The regiment had two colonels, C. R. Jennison and afterwards Colonel Cloud, while George W. Hoyt, afterwards a brigadier, was the lieutenant colonel. Robert H. Hunt was the senior major of the command.

There is a book published on "The Battle of Westport" by Rev. Paul B. Jenkins, formerly of this city, in which no mention whatever, in the slightest word, is made of Colonel Hunt.

"But he was there," said Colonel Van Horn yesterday, "and directed the artillery. I was related by marriage to General Curtis, commanding the Union forces here. He appointed me to his staff and directed me to prepare fortifications for the city. In that way I located and had the rifles ready and the encroachments dug. I saw a handsome young officer riding in and about, coming frequently to general headquarters for orders or with supports, and, struck by his magnificent bearing, asked his name. I was told it was the chief of staff, Colonel Hunt. What began as an acquaintance has lasted until now. As there is no battle in which the artillery is not the objective point, and as Colonel Hunt was commanding the artillery at the Battle of Westport, as I know from my own observations then, I know that he was in the fight; yet Mr. Jenkins made no mention whatever of him in what he declared to be a record of the battle."

The obscuring of Colonel Hunt by the Jenkins book is not unique. Other leaders in the engagement were similarly treated by the local historian.

A PRIEST HIS TUTOR.

The end of the war saw Colonel Hunt located in Kansas City, to engage in contracting. When first young Hunt landed in this country the priest of the parish they settled in took him up and began training him for service on the alter.

The good priest in this way taught him Latin. To the last days of his life Colonel Hunt kept his Latin fresh and, by means of a dictionary he would read Latin books. He regarded it as an accomplishment and was proud of it. But he never boasted of it. Reading Latin, born a Catholic and Republican in politics though an Irishman. Colonel Hunt made the acquaintance of the Rev. William J. Dalton, native of St. Louis, child of Irish parents, a Latin scholar and a clergyman of the church of Rome. The two remained friends to the last.

Father Dalton is a Republican in politics. Father Dalton came to Kansas City just as Colonel Hunt was closing his term as mayor, "but I was here early enough," said Father Dalton yesterday, "to hear the whole town commending him for his tremendous strides. Energy had marked every week of his administration, and today we have substantial evidence of it. With but little to do anything at all with, Mayor Hunt did much. He was at the very forefront of everything, calculating on the future warranting all his energy."

HE STOPPED A HANGING.

"At the very forefront of everything," says Father Dalton, and so it would appear. There walks about town today a little old man with a scar on the back of his neck. He built the retaining wall which keeps Bluff street from sliding into the Missouri river. There was trouble one Saturday afternoon about the pay, and the men undertook to lynch the contractor. They actually got a rope around his neck and started with him to throw him over his own retaining wall.

The city hall then was where it is now, only in a one-story brick that might have been a country feed store. Mayor Hunt got word of the crisis, picked up a pamphlet he had in his scant library, jumped into a saddle that was not his own and soon was in the ob. He literally rode into it and from the back of his horse read the riot act. That constitutional performance made him a summary marshal and there was no lynching. If there had been there would have been a wholesale killing by the force of twelve marshals Kansas City then had, old "Tom" Speer their chief.

During Colonel Hunt's administration Kansas City was the head of the Fenian movement. "No. 1," a mysterious Irish patriot, and Captain "Tom" Phelan, well remembered here and today alive in a home somewhere, were to fight a duel with broadswords over the troubles of Ireland. Colonel John Moore and Colonel John Edwards, both newspapermen, were to act as seconds. The principals went into training in rooms in a store on West Twelfth street. The morning the duel was to have been fought Colonel Hunt personally smashed in the doors of the training rooms and arrested the belligerents. There was an encounter, but he mayor, being a peace officer and a fighter himself, won. There was no duel.

HIS RIOT ACT AGAIN.

The forum of Kansas City in those days was Turner hall, afterwards Kumpf's hall, standing as late as 1886 where Boley's clothing store now stands. A political row there sent Mayor Hunt to that place with his copy of the riot act. He would tolerate no mob law while he was mayor. He always asserted his authority to the utmost.

When the figures are all totaled up it will not be found that Colonel Hunt left much of an estate. He married a Miss Hoyne of Chicago. In the '70s Colonel Hunt was worth so much money that he was able to borrow $50,000 from the late Thomas Corrigan for a period of ten months. He was able to pay it back within two weeks. He might have been worth $200,000 or $500,000. Estimates made yesterday ran from one to the other of these figures. He built a mansion at Independence and Highland. The house is there now, a pastel in dull red of what it once was. The plot has been nibbled down to next to nothing.

BRILLIANCE OF HIS HOME.

Colonel Hunt's father had been a small farmer in Ireland. All of his days in this country had been spent in railroad camps or in the field with troops. When Colonel Hunt opened his mansion on Independence avenue he did so with the brilliance of an hereditary aristocrat. Handsome in person, he had handsome ways. There was a wine cellar where it ought to be, and the drawing room, and from one to the other of the Hunt mansion was complete. Kansas City has never seen brighter scenes than those witnessed while Colonel and Mrs. Hunt kept open house on Independence avenue.

Nobody knows where Colonel Hunt's fortune went. It went like the summer wind that sinks with the sun. There was no speculation, no wheat end to the story, no boom collapse, no expensive household bills. The fortune simply disappeared, though Colonel Hunt always, to his intimates, lately insisted that he held valuable securities which would in a few years put him on his feet. But he did not get on his feet.

Times did not prosper fast enough Colonel Hunt stood in need of a billet and Senator Warner gave it to him. He had him appointed quartermaster at the Soldiers' and Sailors' Home, near Leavenworth, a position he held for about a year. Within a year of three score and ten, Colonel Hunt walked like a youth. Almost six feet in height, no man in his forties and of similar physique walked straighter, faster nor further. His hair and long beard were merely turning gray. He could pass for a man of 55. He lived as he moved, energetically. He liked young people; old people with old stories troubled him. The young people would not take him up because they did not know about the things he knew most of, and the old ones -- his own years -- were too old to take anybody up. So Colonel Hunt was neither here nor there. That was why he had to ask an asylum at the hands of his old military, political, professional and personal friend, Senator Warner.

TOO SLOW FOR HIM.

"It killed him," said Father Dalton. "The life was too dull for him. He wanted to beat sixty times to the minute and he found himself in a clock which had a pendulum going twenty to the minute.

"Where he was accustomed to moving cannon, they set him buying buttons, and able to move troops all up and down the border with the celerity of Forest, they put him to watching veterans crawl across their parade ground. Mops and counting cases of blouses to the tune of a droning beat made Colonel Hunt settle back in a chair that most men look for at sixty, and conserve themselves till riper in years, and so he collapsed. I saw him on Monday, and then he showed he was going away.

"He entered the army at Leavenworth in his young life, left the Fort and the army in his middle age, and went back to Leavenworth and the army to die in his old age. May his soul rest in peace."

And so he is to be buried in Leavenworth, in the military grounds there. Only members of the home may be buried in the military cemetery, excepting by express permission, and that permission is granted sometimes in the instance of officers. Yesterday application was made to Senator Warner, one of the board of managers and it was promptly given. Internment is to be made on Friday, at ten o'clock. Those desiring to attend the funeral will have to leave Kansas City by the 8 o'clock trolley car. President C. F. Holmes has arranged to run a special car at 8:01 Friday for the accommodation of Senator Warner, Surveyor C. W. Clarke, General H. F. Devol, Brevet Brigadier General L. H. Waters and a number of other high officers of the civil war.

Labels: Bluff street, Civil War, death, Highland avenue, immigrants, Independence avenue, Leavenworth, Main street, ministers, railroad, Senator Warner, streetcar, Tenth street, Twelfth street, veterans