July 30, 1908
TO MAKE CARBOLIC
ACID HARD TO BUY.
DRUGGISTS WANT A LAW REGU-
LATING SALE OF POISON.
Would Sell a Diluted, Harmless
Form to the General Trade, and
the Strong Drug on Pre-
It is going to be harder to commit suicide with carbolic acid in Kansas City in a little while.
The dictum has gone forth from the Kansas City Retail Druggists' Association. Alarmed by the number of deaths from this drug, the association, at a meeting last week, appointed a legislative committee to draft an ordinance for presentation to the council. This measure, which is to be patterned closely after the law in force in Chicago, will to a great extent do away with the drug as a means of self-destruction.
At the present time any child may buy the acid, which really is no acid at all, but a form of alcohol called phenol. Druggists say they dare not refuse to sell the drug for fear of losing much of their trade, as carbolic acid is extensively employed in cleansing. Much as they hate to serve this trade, they find they must do it in order to hold their customers for other lines in the drug trade.
The new ordinance, which is to be presented for introduction in the council as soon as it has been approved by the legislative committee and presented to the Jackson County Medical Association for its indorsement, hedges the sale of the drug about with rigid restrictions. By its terms, the ordinary carbolic acid to be sold over the counters will retain all its qualities as an antiseptic and for cleansing. It will be robbed, however, of its power to destroy human life, and in a very simple way.
DILUTE THE DRUG.
While carbolic acid is a form of alcohol, the best antidote for the poison, curiously enough, is alcohol. So the druggists propose to sell, or rather to compel themselves to sell, a mixture of 1-3 carbolic acid, 1-3 alcohol and 1-3 glycerin. If anybody tries to commit suicide with this mixture, he will have nothing but a bad taste in the mouth and perhaps a little nausea.
The real carbolic acid, under this ordinance, may be sold only on the prescription of a regularly licensed physician. Exceptions are the sale of more than one gallon to one person or the handling of the product in a commercial way by wholesale houses and the like.
All offenses against the ordinance are made, as in the case of Chicago, misdemeanors, punishable by fines of from $10 to $25 or by imprisonment of from thirty days to six months.
To do away with abuses of the prescription, the ordinance makes it unlawful to forge prescriptions or to put on them the wrong date or to misrepresent in any way. These offenses are also made misdemeanors and punishable by the same fine.
THAT'S NOT COMFORTABLE.
"Druggists have decided that they must have some protection in this matter," said D. V. Whitney, president of the druggists' association, who conducts a store at 3722 East Twelfth street. "It is no comfortable feeling to know, if you are a druggist, that you have sold carbolic acid which has resulted in a person's death. But druggists have no way to get out of such sales except by passing a law compelling themselves to do what they already want to.
"Accidents happen easily. For instance, a child may be sent to a store to buy carbolic acid. On the way home it may drop the bottle, and in picking up the fragments sustain severe burns. The modified drug will not burn. It is a case in which the druggists are trying to secure legislation to protect the general public. The stores themselves will make no more profit for the diluted carbolic acid costs for the druggists as much as the strong drug.
"Our ordinance provides that prescriptions must give the name and address of both patient and doctor. These prescriptions must be open at all times to the inspection of the coroner, the police and the city and county authorities."
Labels: Chicago, druggists, organizations, poison, Suicide, Twelfth street
July 30, 1908
THEY FOUND A SWEET SINGER.
Juvenile Court Ward Surprised
Young Women Settlement Workers.
"San-Ann-toe-nee, Ann-toe-nee-oh ---"
Thirty childish voices split the air with popular music at the Franklin institute yesterday afternoon. It was the singing hour for the children who attend the playgorund next door, and they were having their first lesson in popular music. They sang freely and sweetly and picked up the words of the songs quickly.
The singing hour was instituted by Miss Elenore Casny, who has charge of the playground, yesterday afternoon, as a life-saving device to keep the children from overheating themselves at play. Miss Amos Nichols and Miss Frances Canny volunteered to furnish the music, and the scheme was put through with perfect success. One 12-year-old, Willie Zinn, a ward of the juvenile court, was discovered to have a beautiful voice, and an effort will be made to have it cultivated. Another session of the class will be held today, in the hottest part of the afternoon, and the lessons probably will be continued during the summer. An upstairs room, designed for a kindergarten, will be used.
Labels: children, Franklin institute, juvenile court
July 30, 1908
SHE WAS SAVING HER GAS.
In Dim Light of Her Store Mrs. M.
Brady Took Confederate Bill.
The fact that the lights in the store of Mrs. M. Brady, 2111 Pennsylvania avenue, were very dim about 8:30 o'clock Tuesday night caused her to lose an even $20. It was then that a woman, bareheaded, as if she had just stepped in from a neighboring dwelling, hurried in and asked her to change a bill. Mrs. Brady accommodated her and some time after, when counting up cash -- in a bright light -- made the startling discovery that the woman whom she had accommodated had buncoed her. The $20 bill was a Confederate.
The police were notified and have a description of the woman.
Labels: crime, Pennsylvania avenue
July 29, 1908
HAZING AT INDIAN CREEK.
Treatment Is Good for Boys, the
Since a cup of blood was taken from his head, Charles Whelpley says he feels better. Charles is at the boys' camp at Indian creek and is the victim of the first hazing stunt pulled off there this year. By the way, the blood was only red ink. This is the way it happened:
Charles, in order fully to enjoy his vacation, parted with his heavy crop of hair and went bareheaded. He got blisters on his head, for the sun was unkind. So George M. Holt, in charge at the camp, put Charles in a hammock and assigned several boys to see that he was well taken care of. As he did not improve, it was decided that an operation should be performed. A razor was secured and brandished above the boy's head while one of the party drew his finger across one of the larger blisters. At the same moment, another of the hazers produced a cup filled with what appeared to be blood, but which really was water with a copious mixture of red ink.
Then Edgar Warden, deputy probation officer, secured a flour sack into which he put a spoonful of sugar. This Charles dutifully sucked, "to bring down his fever." An afternoon of this treatment found him feeling fine and on the high road to recovery.
Labels: children, Indian creek, pranks
July 29, 1908
TO FUMIGATE THE BEDS.
City May Buy a Needed Machine for
Dr. St. Elmo Sanders, superintendent of the general hospital, asked the board of public works yesterday to purchase a fumigating machine for the hospital. An agent of the concern explained to the board how the machine is built and the price of each style shown. The fumigating machine is large enough so a hospital bed containing the bedclothes could be put in it and steamed and fumigated. Dr. Sanders said there is not a hospital in the city containing the proper fumigating machine. The agent was requested to prepare specifications and cost of installation and present to the board at its next meeting.
Labels: doctors, general hospital, health
July 28, 1908
LEFT MONEY TO STRANGERS.
Former Police Chief is Legatee of
Woman He Did Not Know.
Thomas Mastin and John Hayes, formerly chief of police, are given bequests of $50 each in the will of Mrs. Amanda Jennie Elder, who died a short time ago at 503 Walnut street. In the original will Grace Darling, a niece, and John Darling a nephew, both of Leavenworth, are given $50 each, but both of these bequests are revoked in a codicil. All the balance of the property is given to Dr. J. T. Craig, who is now in the City of Mexico. The will was filed for probate yesterday.
John Hayes could not remember Mrs. Elder nor give nay reason why she should have mentioned him in her will. At 503 Walnut it is said that Mrs. Elder, who died at the age of 47, had lived there some four years. The estate is valued at about $600. Dr. Craig is named the executor.
Labels: doctors, Mexico, Police Chief Hayes, probate, Walnut Street
July 28, 1908
AN OUTING FOR CHILDREN.
Ten Days for Sixteen Youngsters at
Valley Falls, Kas.
Sixteen children of the Institutional church, between the ages of 6 and 12 years, will be sent to Valley Falls, Kas., this morning for a week or ten days' outing in the homes of residents of that city. The Epworth League of the Grand Avenue Methodist church is paying the expenses of the youngsters while on the outing. Last year many children were sent to the country from the Institutional church.
Labels: children, Institutional church
July 28, 1908
OLD NEWSBOY ONCE
A PROSPEROUS MAN.
EDSON E. PHELPS HAD CITY'S
That Was Twenty Years Ago -- Sold
Papers Until His Death Sunday,
Forgotten by Those Who Once Knew Him.
They will be burying Edson E. Phelps today somewhere or other. He died in a third floor back
on Sunday, which explains why the doubled-up, little, prematurely old man was not on his camp stool at Eleventh and Main yesterday or the day before, selling newspapers.
When the newspapers yesterday published the announcement of the death of the old "newsboy" they dismissed it in a line or two. There was no mention made about Mr. Phelps, formerly a book seller with a large establishment on Delaware street, and before that the head bookman in M. H. Dickinson's great store at 620 Main street.
The writers who picked up the death of Phelps, the old newsboy, and the undertakers who got his remains, and the deputy coroner who viewed them, were not old enough to remember the days when The Journal was on Fifth street and the town ended at the Junction, where Dr. Munford was talking of putting up one of the biggest buildings in the West, which he had somebody do afterwards, sure enough, and it is there today.
In those days Mr. Phelps, the best known book seller in this part of the country and an authority looked up to from New York and the shops in Churchyard street, London, no less. Mr. Phelps, without a doubt, was the best posted man on books in private trade. He would not snap his fingers to sell a set of new stuff, but he could make T. B. Bullene go miles to look at a hand-tooled Bible, and then made Mr. Bullene buy it and, which may be news to some people interested, he got Father Dalton
interested in some other rich old books and the upshot was that Mr. Bullene gave Father Dalton his precious old hand-tooled Bible, that Mr. Phelps had secured for him, one of the only three of the kind in the world.
WITH GREAT FINANCIERS.
And Mr. Phelps could walk slap bang up to the desk of Simeon B. Armour, one of the great Armours, and talk books to him. Mr. Armour said once that he understood there was a Mazarin Bible for sale. Could Mr. Dickinson find out about it? Mr. Phelps was sent for, and he told that excepting for the copies in the British museum and the Lenox, N. Y. library, the only other copy was in the hands of a rich Chicago candymaker, and might be bought. What would Mr. Armour care to offer?
Thank you, he would run up and see if Gunther would take $10,000 for the book.
Last week Phelps would say thanks for two pennies for a copy of a newspaper he was selling, and he would take off his hat for a nickel.
Mr. Phelps -- this is going back to the '80s, when Dickinson's bookstore was the literary center of the city and the public library was on the second floor of the old trap at northeast Eighth and Walnut -- handled a Breeches Bible, and he negotiated for a Caxton Golden Legend, finally terminating the deal by deciding the copy was spurious. He knew the whereabouts of the only First Psalter, Caxton movable type print, and bought over half a dozen copies of Mlle De Maupane, excommunicated though it was and hard to get through the postoffice or customs house without having all the pictures and most of the pages torn out. He thought nothing of charging a $100 commission on a two or more volume set of old works when he was Mr. Phelps, and he cried like a child last winter one cold morning when a man, instead of buying a paper which old Phelps, the newsboy, was wobbling about as an offer, slipped a half a dollar in his hand and said, "Pretty cold this morning, Mr. Phelps."
WHEN HE WAS MR. PHELPS.
"Mr. Phelps" was getting back to the days of uncut first editions of "Pickwick Papers," second edition "Shakespeares," fully illumined "Arabian Nights," and Frank Tyler, and Cameron Mann, and when Miss Sheldley used to buy her expensive editions through Mr. Phelps.
Mr. Phelps would show his precious smuggled copies -- most of them consigned --to the biggest people of the city, and he had the right to walk into the private office of Colonel W. H. Winants
in the old Armour bank and talk original plates to him.
But that was a long time ago. That was as long ago as twenty years, and twenty years are twenty decades in this rapidly revolving West.
The self-same Mr. Phelps did not dare to go into the humblest office where they let out desk room in his last years. He had the bad luck to live too long. He ought to have died when Herb Matthews, his old partner in the bookselling business in the Delaware street store, died, or when his other old running mate, Ed Burton, the stationer at Dickinsons, died. The three were the literary authorities of Kansas City. Two of them died ten years ago, and went to their graves in honor.
Phelps buried himself about the same time, but kept on breathing until last Sunday, and the longer he lived the deeper he buried himself, till he got so deep down and so far out of sight that he could come out in the open and sit on a cap stool at Eleventh and Main and sell papers for coppers, getting into greater ecstasy over a nickel than when he was Mr. Phelps and making $100 commission on a single deal. He did not have to die to be forgotten, but old-timers like D. P. Thompson, whose gallery in those days was near Dickinson's store on North Main street, turned up who remembered when Phelps, the newsboy, was Mr. Phelps, the bookseller and literary antiquarian, and the identity of the man was fixed.
Labels: books, death, Delaware street, Eighth street, Eleventh street, Father Dalton, Fifth street, history, libraries, Main street, New York, newspapers, the Junction
July 28, 1908
IS THE WASHINGTON.
BUT WHETHER BOOKER T. OR
GEORGE IS NOT KNOWN.
Park Board Accepts the Council's
Recommendation for North End
Playground Sites -- Blacks and
Whites in Seperate Parks.
Booker T. or George -- that is the question. Yesterday afternoon the board of park commissioners reached an almost final conclusion in the matter of North End playgrounds, accepting the council's recommendation that two plots instead of one be set aside, one for the whites and the other for the negroes. One plot chosen is that bounded by Holmes, Cherry, Missouri avenue and Fifth street, and the other is in Belvedere hollow for the most part, and bounded by Troost, Forest, Pacific and Belevedere streets. No estimate of the cost of the two blocks was furnished and the commissioners thought that $100,000 might defray the cost.
"We will have to get a name for them to put in the ordinance," suggested one of the board clerks.
"Certainly, certainly," granted President Franklin Hudson, looking southeast to where Commissioner George T. Hall was sitting.
"To be sure we will have to name them," the commissioner said, proud to rise to the occasion. "'Black' and 'White' would do fine."
President Hudson dropped a bundle of papers he had in his hands and Commissioners George M. Fuller and A. J. Dean hopped as though they were on hot bricks.
"That would never do," came from the chair. "Never do to get names like that," bespake Commissioner Fuller, while Commissioner Dean was wagging his head to beat the band, set in his ways though he almost always is. Flocking by himself was Commissioner Fred Doggett.
"I have a name," said this member, whereupon at once he was given the center of the stage.
" 'Lincoln' and 'Washington' would be appropriate, I think," he went on.
"Had it on my tongue to suggest those self-same two men myself," declared President Hudson, while Commissioners Fuller and Dean, from across the table, glared like frizzling martyrs at Commissioner Hall, who had 'riz the row.
" 'Lincoln' and 'Washington' make it," proposed one member of the board and all the other members, including Commissioner Hall, seconded the motion.
Then there was a lull and a newspaper man naturally asked which was which.
"Mercy, man," replied President Hudson, horror stricken, "we dassent decide that. All we have to do is to furnish playgrounds for the whites and for the negroes. We dassent say which shall be which."
"But you named them," was the protest. "Are the names indices?"
"The park in Belvedere hollow is to be known as 'Washington,' " was vouchsafed, which was a surprise. Negro institutions are generally known as Lincoln, and it had been taken for granted that the custom would be adhered to in the instance of naming the only Jim Crow park Kansas City has contemplated so far.
"Belvedere hollow park will be 'Washington,' " the president insisted.
Trying to see a connection, the president was asked by a colleague if the park was to be named for Booker T. or George Washington.
"Don't let that, get out at the start," was the caution, and the laughter of the austere president of the park board was so uproarious that Commissioner Dean remarked that "that must be a devil of a funny thing Hudson has just got off."
So, after three years of maneuvering and the consideration of seven sites, the North End playground scheme has got as far as the enabling ordinance in the council. Owing to the mixed colors in the north end of the city, it was feared that there would be conflicts in a single playground, minors being unlikely to keep their heads in moments of intensity. The dual plan was proposed, and yesterday was adopted by the park board.
Labels: Belvedere, Cherry street, Fifth street, Forest avenue, Holmes street, Missouri avenue, Park board, race, Troost avenue
July 28, 1908
HAS BEEN GRAFTED 30 TIMES.
Lee Weedy, Dunning Opera House
Victim, Is Operated On Again.
Lee Weedy, a fire inspector in Kansas City, Kas., yesterday underwent his thirtieth operation in the grafting of skin to parts of his body burned in the fire of the Dunning opera house in 1894. At the time that the ancient playhouse was destroyed Weedy was a member of the No. 2 hose company. He was caught by falling walls and was nearly roasted before being rescued.
Since he has received his injuries more than 400 pieces of human flesh were grafted from nurses at Bethany hospital and members of the fire department, most of which grew successfully. A space about the size of a hand on the right calf of his right leg failed to knit. Drs. L. D. Mable and D. E. Smith yesterday removed four strips of skin measuring one inch in width and five inches in length from other parts of Mr. Weedy's anatomy and grafted them to the unhealed burns. The physicians state that the operation will be successful. Mr. Weedy will remain at the hospital pending the result of the operation.
Labels: doctors, Fire, health, hospitals, Kansas City Kas, nurses, theater
July 27, 1908
UNFORTUNATE PAPER MAN DIES.
Edson E. Phelps's Station Was at
Eleventh and Main Streets.
Many persons who have been in the habit of buying a paper every morning from Edson E. Phelps at Eleventh and Main streets will miss him this morning. He died early yesterday morning in his room at 1231 Grand avenue, where he lived alone.
Phelps was 60 years old, and sold papers on the streets for a great many years. He recently returned from Chicago, where he had gone to take Christian Science treatment for his health. The body was removed to the undertaking rooms of Freeman & Marshall.
Labels: Chicago, death, Eleventh street, Grand avenue, Main street, undertakers
July 27, 1908
HALF BREEDS ARE EASY MARKS.
They're Just About Giving Away
Their Valuable Oklahoma Land.
The hotel registers were prolific yesterday with the names of guests from Oklahoma. This appeared significant from the fact that restrictions were removed Saturday at midnight from 10,000,000 acres of Indian lands and that many attempts have been made to have the half breed Creek Indians sign over their homesteads. These operations have been carried on largely in Kansas City and there have been as many as 100 half breeds in the city during the last three days. Andrew S. Nelson of Muskogee was among yesterday's visitors.
"The removal of restrictions on this land has caused a great stir in real estate circles," Mr. Nelson said. "It means that thousands of half breeds are going to give up all they have, including their homesteads, for a mere pittance. They don't realize what they are doing now but when the trifle that they get now is gone they will realize what chumps they have been. Thousands of dollars will be turned over in Oklahoma in the next few days in this land deal, and all of it may not be done legitimately, either."
Labels: hotels, Native Americans, oklahoma, visitors
July 27, 1908
FLED IN HER NIGHT ROBES.
Essie Waldron Ran From Rough Hus-
band and Was Arrested.
A clerk named Shields and two women were the only ones in Bolen's candy store at 112 East Twelfth street last night about 10 o'clock when the rear door opened and a young woman, clad only in a nightdress, rushed in calling for help. Her feet were bleeding and her arms were begrimed from climbing over the roofs. Mr. Shields promptly blushed and turned his back, and the women took off some of their own clothing and gave it to the woman. Then she explained.
Her name is Essie Waldron, and she is the wife of Vergil Waldron, a cook in the Saffire restaurant. They have been married three years, but separated three weeks ago. Mrs. Waldron first moved to 311 East Fourteenth street, but when her husband found that she was there, she moved to the Canadian hotel, Twelfth street and Grand avenue. There her husband found her yesterday and went up to her room last night and hid behind a curtain. Then, according to the story Mrs. Waldron tells, he waited until she had disrobed and then jumped out and choked her. She broke away from him and leaped out of an open window, landing on a rear porch. Crazed with fear she made her way to the ground in some manner she cannot explain and ran into the nearest doorway, which happened to be that of the candy shop.
A patrolman arrested both the husband and the wife and took them to the Walnut street police station, where the man was locked up and the woman released on bond. A charge of disturbing the peace will be placed against them in police court this morning.
Labels: domestic violence, Fourteenth street, Grand avenue, hotels, restaurants, Twelfth street, Walnut street police station
July 26, 1908
USED VINEGAR, BEER AND LARD.
Sidewalk Restoratives Applied to Fit
Sufferer in the North End.
Little Alphonso Baker, a 10-year-old negro boy from Pine Bluff, Ark., fell on the sidewalk at Fourth and Holmes streets yesterday afternoon in a fit. The Italians ran out of the stores nearby and endeavored to revive him. One man poured vinegar over the boy, while another emptied a bottle of beer in his face. An old woman greased his lips with lard. Somebody thought of the emergency hospital and had the ambulance called. Alphonso was treated by Dr. J. Park Neal at the emergency hospital.
Labels: accident, children, Dr J Park Neal, Fourth street, Holmes street, immigrants, visitors
July 26, 1908
DEATH GAVE LITTLE WARNING.
Miss Evalina Wolfsohn Suddenly
Stricken With Heart Disease.
Sitting on the porch of her home at 1206 Penn street at 10:15 o'clock last night, Miss Evalina Wolfsohn, 18 years old, suddenly jumped to her feet and fell to the ground, dead from heart disease. A young man, Horace A. Dickson, an employe of the Kansas Bitulithic Company, who lives at 111 East Ruby avenue, Argentine, was talking to Miss Wolfsohn's 12-year-old sister, Katie, who was in a hammock near the porch, then notified the members of the family who were home.
The dead girl's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Lewis Wolfsohn, were taking a car ride and did not return until some time after their daughter died. Mr. Wolfsohn is a watchmaker for the Meyer Jewelry Company.
Miss Wolfsohn had complained several times of pains in her heart. She had attended Manual Training high school two years and Spalding's Commercial college one year. She was a milliner's apprentice.
Labels: Argentine, death, Penn street, Spaldings college
July 26, 1908
FATE TRIPS A PURSE SNATCHER.
Tries to Leave Car With Stolen
Purse, and Breaks Skull.
Retribution was swift and severe with a purse snatcher last night. A man riding in a westbound Independence avenue car at 11 o'clock last night snatched a purse from a woman in the car and ran to the rear platform. There he attempted to alight and fell upon his head, fracturing his jaw and skull.
The accident happened at Prospect and Independence avenues. The police ambulance was summoned and the injured man taken to the emergency hospital, where he was treated by Dr. Ford B. Rogers. His injuries are serious.
Labels: accident, crime, doctors, Independence avenue, Prospect avenue, streetcar
July 25, 1908
CUPID PLAYS HAVOC IN BAND.
Navassars' Manager Is Kept Busy
Looking for New Musicians.
A band of women musicians is much harder to manage than a band of men musicians. Most men who have tried to manage one woman will see the difficulty in trying to handle sixty or seventy.
Managing the Navassar Ladies' band, which is playing at Carnival park, brings no end of trouble. Not that the women of the band are more fretful or perverse than their sisters who cook and sew in their own homes, but Cupid interferes.
Already this season the Navassar band has lost eight members through marriage. When a man musician marries he usually takes his wife with him for the honeymoon, but the women musicians can't very well travel with a husband tagging along with them, mostly because hubby must have a job somewhere. So the women leave the band when they marry.
The band manager? Why, he sighs when he hears the news, congratulates the groom and searches for another woman to take the bride's place in the organization.
Labels: arts, Carnival Park, marriage, music
July 25, 1908
HIS STAR BROUGHT TROUBLE.
Westport "Detective" Used Tin Badge
and Gets Into Holdover.
Wearing a large nickel star bearing the inscription "Webster's Detective Agency," W. A. J. Sanders, who lives in Westport, attempted to use the star for his personal advantage last night, but the attempt was a failure. He showed his star to a young woman whom he met on Grand avenue near Eighth street. She called a patrolman and asked that Sanders be arrested. The two were taken to the station.
The police took the star and a commission from the detective agency away from Sanders. He was told to go by the sergeant, who threw the star in the waste basket. Sanders did not move very fast and insisted on informing the sergeant who he was and what police officials he was acquainted with. Becoming disgusted with the man, Sergeant Patrick Clark ordered him locked up for the night.
Labels: detectives, Grand avenue, police, Westport
July 25, 1908
HE'S A TAME WIFEBEATER NOW.
One Encounter With Scott Was
Enough for George Ricks.
George Ricks, who lives with his wife at 1824 McGee street, was arrested last November by Officer E. M. Scott. Ricks made a very vigorous resistance at the time and it was necessary for the police surgeon to take forty-two stitches in his head when the officer got through with him. Judge Harry Kyle fined Ricks $50 in police court the next morning for wife beating.
Last night neighbors complained that Ricks was beating his wife again, and Officers Scott and J. E. Wallace were sent to arrest him. When Ricks saw Scott coming he submitted to arrest without making trouble.
Labels: domestic violence, Judge Kyle, McGee street, police
July 25, 1908
CROWD SAW JUNG BURIAL.
Father and Mother Only Mourners
for Little Chinese Child.
About 150 persons collected at Union cemetery yesterday afternoon around the grave of a little child, but it was curiosity and not grief that brought them there. The came to see the burial of Frank Jung, the year-old son
of Charlie Jung, a Chinaman who keeps a shop at 127 West Sixth street. If the spectators expected the religious ceremonies that usually attend a Chinese funeral they were disappointed, for none were held. The little white coffin was merely put into the grave and covered up. The father and mother were the only mourners.
Labels: cemetery, immigrants, Sixth street
July 24, 1908
PLAYED 'JOKE' ON A PHYSICIAN.
Dr. C. A. Ritter Was Included in the
Telephone User's List.
Mayor Thomas T. Crittenden, Jr.
, and a few others were not the only ones upon whom practical jokers operated Wednesday night
. Dr. C. A. Ritter, who lives at 302 West Fourteenth street, was called up about 11:30 p. m. His wife answered the telephone, but the person speaking insisted that he must speak to the doctor.
"But the doctor has just gone to bed. He has not had a wink of sleep in twenty-four hours," said Mrs. Ritter.
"Well, he is wanted at once at the Baltimore hotel," replied the voice. "Mr. Crethington has just been injured in an accident in the elevator and must have attention at once."
The doctor hurriedly dressed and took the receiver. The message was repeated to him. He had never heard of Mr. Crethington before, and he was unable to recognize the voice, but he rushed over to the hotel.
There all was peace and content. No one had been injured in an elevator accident, there was no man with a name like Crethington in the hotel. Dr. Ritter's number had not been called from any telephone in the hotel that night. The doctor went home sleepy and mystified.
"In the light of the hoaxes that were pulled off on others last night," said the doctor yesterday afternoon, "I think it was a practical joker who played the trick. However, I do not know anyone of my acquaintance who would be both so foolish and so unthoughtful as to get a man out of bed to play a joke on him when he hadn't had any sleep for twenty-four hours."
Labels: doctors, Fourteenth street, Hotel Baltimore, hotels, pranks, telephone
July 24, 1908
OLD JIM HAD GRIEVED OVER
LOSS OF HIS MATE.
Walked to Edge of Steep Embank-
ment Yesterday in Kansas City,
Kas., and Deliberately
Plunged to Death.
"Old Jim," the ancient mule which has graced the George R. Brindle grading camp in Kansas City, Kas., for many a year, will no longer be ween there. Weighed down with sorrow from the loss of his mate, Baldy, sold one year ago, and perhaps still smarting from a sever beating administered to him Monday, he threw himself over a sixteen-foot embankment at Baltimore street and Pacific avenue at 5:30 o'clock yesterday afternoon. When members of the gang cutting through a street there reached "Old Jim" he was dead.
The case of the mule may be the first on record where good authorities agree that the intent of the deed was suicide. John Hartman, member of the city street department, George R. Brindle, owner of the animal, and, lastly, Dr. W. J. Guilfoil, 835 State avenue, a well known veterinarian, declare Jim knew what he was doing and that he cut the thread of his own life deliberately.
Jim was purchased by the Brindle street grading concern ten years ago, when he was a colt, 2 years old. He was found gentle and tractable, Brindle said last night. When he was large enough to take a place among the other beasts of burden in the camp he was so employed in company with Baldy, already proficient and learned to an enviable degree.
The two worked steadily together, Brindle says, until a year ago. Then the grief at separation made a different mule out of Jim and he lost all interest in work. Coupled with a lean and aged horse of plebeian parentage, judging from his mangy coat, he dragged the heavy wheel scraper about, his head bent low, his ears wagging discontentedly.
Last Saturday night Jim's driver approached Brindle and complained of the conduct of the mule.
"He isn't the mule he used to be," said he, contemplating the ragged animal munching hay from one of the racks.
"No, he isn't," Brindle says he told the driver. Then he assured him that "Old Jim" would soon be retired on full rations, dismissing the matter from his mind.
Yesterday afternoon the mule was laid off, and was noticed several times standing near the sixteen-foot embankment on Pacific avenue left by the cutting through of the street. At 5:30 o'clock he walked to the brink of the bank and carefully slid his front feet over.
Most of the laborers, tired from the day's work, were sitting around the wagons. They saw the act and realizing Jim's danger, shouted "Whoah!" in a chorus. It was too late. Before anyone could run to his rescue he had disappeared over the edge with a farewell wave of his bushy tail.
Dr. Guilfoil, who does the regular work for the camp's animals, was called by Brindle over the telephone. In regard to the case he said last night he had no doubt that it was a pure and simple case of suicide, such as occur among human beings. He stated that all the evidence heard by him seems to indicate this. He saw no plausible reason why it should not be true.
Labels: animals, doctors, Kansas City Kas, State avenue, Suicide
July 24, 1908
POLICE PROHIBIT THE
POPULAR BARN DANCE.
As It's Presented in North End Halls
It Shocks Moral Guardians.
"Cut It Out," They Say.
Whew! The police object to the popular barn dance and have put the ban on it in Kansas City. They do not consider it up to the moral standard of what should take place in a well regulated ball room. The officers who tightened the lid on the barn dance refused to say what their private opinion of the dance was after having watched an exhibition given for their personal benefit.
Acting under orders from Captain Walter Whitsett, two plain clothes men, Ben Goode and John McCall, went to a hall in Campbell street last Wednesday evening and informed the members of a dancing party there that they would not be allowed to dance the barn dance. The merry young people strenuously objected to police interference, and the officers were the recipients of all kinds of dire threats.
A party of the young people pleaded that the dance was "perfectly" proper and "lovely," and went through one turn of the hall to show the officers really what the barn dance was. The hard-hearted officers, however, remembered that stern duty called to them and refused to allow the pleading of the pretty young misses to sidetrack them from their duty.
Not to be outdone by the big captain in regulating the social events and amusements of the city, Sergeant Patrick Clark, also commanding the North End social pink teas, sent Sergeant E. McNamara to the hall and had the lights turned out. The people residing in the vicinity of the hall complained to the police that they were unable to sleep whenever the hall was used for dances. The music was too loud for the sleepers and the shrill laughs and giggles of the young ladies got on the nerves of the men who were compelled to stay at home with their wives and take care of the fretful babies.
Whether the hall will be opened for dancing in the future the police refused to say, but they were confident that the barn dance would not be danced there again.
Labels: Campbell street, Captain Whitsett, dancing, North end
July 24, 1908
SLEEPS IN A WINDOW;
FALLS OUT ON A WOMAN.
Major Richardson, Negro, Injures
Himself and Mrs. Dave Gross-
man by Falling From Perch.
Major Richardson, a negro stonemason, 30 years old, has a bad habit of siting down in the window sill of his room in the second story at 1802 East Eighteenth street and falling asleep. Several times his roommate has narrowly saved him from falling out on the granitoid paving below. Yesterday, Major did an unusually hard day's work in the hot sun and about 10 o'clock last night he set in the open window and, of course, fell asleep.
Just at the moment that Major was slipping into slumberland, Mrs. Dave Grossman, 45 years old, who lives in the shop below, was carrying a tub of waste water out into the street, assisted by her daughter, Mary. As Mrs. Grossman opened the screed door directly below where Richardson was sitting, the latter entered the gates of sleep and came tumbling down upon her. In his descent one of his feet passed through the transom over the door and he was turned over so that he alighted on Mrs. Grossman's chest on his head. Then he bounced off and fell on the paving, almost fracturing his skull.
Mrs. Grossman's shrieks called neighbors to the scene and they took her into the house. The ambulance from the Walnut street police station was called, and the negro was taken to the general hospital, where he was reported in a serious condition last night. Mr. Grossman refused to go to the hospital at first, but after Dr. E. L. Ginsberg was called he recommended that she be taken to the German hospital
, which was done. Mrs. Grossman's chest was severely bruised.
Mrs. Grossman is the wife of Dave Grossman, an express driver, and had charge of the little grocery store. She has four children and lives in rooms behind the store. They have only been in the neighborhood two weeks.
Labels: accident, doctors, Eighteenth street, general hospital, German hospital, Walnut street police station
July 24, 1908
LITTLE CHINESE BOY DIES.
Frank Jung Was the Son of Charlie
Jung, General Merchant.
The passing of a little mite of yellow humanity caused much sorrow in Kansas City's Chinatown yesterday. The little fellow who died was Frank Jung, 1 year and 4 months old, and the first Chinese boy, born in Kanas City, to die. His father, Charlie Jung, runs a general merchandise store at 127 West Sixth street. The mother came from San Francisco, where she was born in the Chinese quarter, and as been married to Charlie Jung two years.
Five Chinese children have been born in Kansas City, of whom three were girls and two were boys. One girl and one boy are still living. The little baby who died yesterday was the other boy.
No religious ceremonies will be held, but the body will merely be taken to the cemetery by the parents and buried. This formality will be accomplished at 2 o'clock this afternoon at Union cemetery. The Chinese have no theories with regard to the future of children's souls.
Labels: cemetery, children, death, immigrants, Sixth street
July 27, 1908
ON THE MAYOR.
UNKNOWN "JOKER" LURES HIM
OUT LATE AT NIGHT.
FOR A COWHERD
ALSO USES THE 'PHONE TO GET
I. E. BERNHEIMER.
Then Notifies the Newspaper Offices
and Reporters Hurry Off to Get
Detail of the Bogus
Mayor Thomas T. Crittenden, Jr.
, was calling on friends last night, when he received this telephone message:
"This is Whelan of the Post-Dispatch. I am at the Hotel Baltimore. Can you come down here a few minutes for a little conference in regard to Mr. Cowherd's candidacy?"
The mayor replied that it would be impossible for him to get away at that time, but that he might be able to get to the hotel by 10:45 o'clock.
"All right, that will do. Come down then. We will be here," Mr. Bernheimer said to the mayor.
"I see you are," said the mayor; "but why aren't you home in bed?"
BERNHEIMER BIT, TOO.
"Home in bed? Why, your secretary called me up a while ago and said you wanted me to meet you here at the Baltimore hotel, as you wanted to discuss a very important matter with me."
"Well, that's the first I had heard of that. This is quit a surprise to me. I came down here to find a Mr. Whelan."
At this juncture a reporter for The Journal stepped up to Mayor Crittenden and asked:
"Mayor, what significance is there in the political conference held here tonight?"
"What political conference?" demanded the mayor.
"Why, between you and Joe Shannon and Mr. Bernheimer and others."
"I haven't seen Joe Shannon tonight. There was no political conference. Mr. Bernheimer is a Republican and -- say," and a light seemed to break in on the mayor, "let's get together here. How did you come to asked me about a political conference anyway?"
"The city editor sent me over. He said someone had telephoned to the office that a conference was on between you and some Shannon Democrats and so I came over to find out about it."
The mayor glanced around the hotel to see if he could discern a practical "joker" in the crowd.
"Somebody has been playing a joke," said his honor, "but I can't see any one in this crowd who looks like a joker."
"Nor can I," said Bernheimer, disgustedly.
Then the mayor and Bernheimer walked out in the lobby arm-in-arm.
HE'S A VERY FUNNY JOKER.
At intervals for several years the "joker" who uses the telephone to further his humorous ideas has played pranks on public officials, newspaper men and others. Probably the most persistent case occurred during the campaign of 1904. A well known business man, who occasionally goes in for silk stocking politics, took an active part in the campaign that year. He established a Hearst headquarters at his own expense, published pamphlets and flooded the Western country with literature favorable to his candidate. One night, about 11 o'clock, he appeared in the office of the city editor of The Journal.
"Well, I'm here," he said, without any other introduction whatever.
"So I see," was the reply. "What can I do for you?"
"Don't you want to see me? Didn't you telephone my home for me to call at the office tonight?"
"I certainly did not," was the answer.
"Well, that's funny," and he pulled his stubby beard, perplexedly.
A few nights later this same man inquired of the clerk at the Hotel Baltimore if W. C. Whitney was in his room. He was told that Mr. Whitney was not registered at that hotel.
"Why, he telephoned out to my house for me to meet him here."
A week later this same man journeyed to the depot to meet Mr. Hearst, who was, according to a telephone message, laying over for an hour between train He couldn't find Mr Hearst anywhere. Finally he adopted the plan of making no appointments by telephone except with people whose voices he knew.
Labels: Hotel Baltimore, hotels, Mayor Crittenden, newspapers, politics, pranks, telephone, The Journal, Union depot
July 23, 1908
MERCY'S DISPENSARY IS OPEN.
It's Free, and at the Service of White
The free dispensary for white children was formally openend yesterday at Mercy hospital. It is the only dispenary in the city exclusively for white children.
Last year the Mercy hospital staff operated a small dispensary and found it successful, so the fully equipped dispensary was arranged for a permanent part of the institution. The doctors on the hospital staff will practice in the dispensary and the staff surgeons will give their services.
Labels: children, health, Mercy hospital, race
July 23, 1908
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July 23, 1908
GREW UP ON INDIAN CLUBS.
Community in Chicago Has Supplied
the Country With Jugglers.
Within five blocks in Chicago, South Side, nineteen Indian club jugglers who are now appearing professionally were born and raised. Nearly all are attached to the Orpheum circuit.
Five of them are the Juggling Jordans, playing this week at Carnival park, who will play the Orpheum circuit next winter. The Five Mowatts, who are now in Paris, the Five Normans, now playing in the West coast theaters, the two McBranns and Fred and May Waddell also learned their tricks there.
"The babies around where we were raised play with old Indian clubs," said George Jordan, one of the Carnival park five. "All of us practiced in garrets and no one could ask a more critical audience than that which gathers when some young fellow announces he has become proficient at the game. If he can pass muster with the Indian clubs before that crowd of experienced critics, he need never fear the 'hook' on any theatrical engagement he gets. That crowd has seen the best in the business.
Labels: Carnival Park, Chicago, theater, visitors
July 23, 1908
WEST BOTTOMS PEOPLE HEAVY
LOSERS IN NEW YORK FAILURE.
They Had Forwarded as Much as
$300,000 Through the Concern,
None of Which Reached
People at Home.
Affidavits showing that foreign residents of the West Bottoms had entrusted $300,000 and lost it in the Croatian bank, operated by Frank Zotti & Co. of New York, were sent yesterday morning to the district attorney thre by Father M. D. Krmpotic of St. John's Croatian Catholic church, Fourth street and Barnett avenue, Kansas City, Kas.
The Frank Zotti & Co. bankers handled money for the Croatians and other Austrian peoples in the United States who had friends in the old country to whom they regularly remitted at the week ends. When the company closed doors last week, it is alleged that the books showed no instance where the money had been remitted further than the bank. The total deficit amounted to over $1,000,000, affecting many thousand Croatians all over the country, a it is a comon custom with them to send part of their weekly wages to Austria.
"I am representing my countrymen to the best of my ability in this very important matter," said Father Krmpotic last evening. "Some of them are, of course, very ignorant of our banking system and when they received letters from the old co untry telling of hte failure to receive needed money, they thought the remitance had been lost somehow in the mails, and never distrusted the bank.
"I know many Croatians here who are out as much as $4,000. Not only are they suffering from the loss of this money, but relatives in Austria, who were in very bad circumstances, are still suferring. Many of them plunged deeply in debt, thinking the money would finally reach them in a budget accompanied by an apology from a mail clerk somewhere along the route."
Father Krmpotic is teacher, doctor and interpreter as well as Catholic priest to his countrymen in the West Bottoms. He is highly respected by them in his diverse capacities.
Labels: banking, Croatians, embezzlement, immigrants, Kansas City Kas, ministers, New York, West bottoms
July 22, 1908
LIVELY ENCOUNTER IN NO. 2
In the Midst of the Melee Two Pris-
oners Bolt for Liberty, but
the Watchful Jailer
There was the liveliest kind of mixup between detectives in No. 2 police station last night and for a moment it looked as though blood might be shed.
At 10 o'clock last night, William Bradley, a Union depot detective, Carl Demmett, a Rock Island detective, and Charles Lewis and Frank Lyngar, city detectives, brought two prisoners, George Stryker and Fred Reed, into No. 2 police station and charged them with attempting to pass a bad check on J. A. Merritt of Savannah, Mo.
Gum opium was found in a sack of tobacco carried by Stryker and Desk Sergeant Harry Moulder told Jailer Long to look in the men's shoes to see if they had any "dope" concealed there. The prisoners were taken to the back of the room.
Then the sergeant asked Bradley who the arresting officers were. Bradley, who was standing in front of the desk replied:
"Bradley, Demmett, Lewis and Lyngar.
Lyngar was standing at Sergeant Moulder's elbow.
"Bradley had nothing whatever to do with the arrest" said Lyngar.
"You're a liar!" shouted Bradley, and started to go around the desk toward Lyngar.
Detective Lewis was standing in Bradley's way and he pushed the depot detective back. Bradley struck Lewis and the two clashed. Lewis drew his revolver and tried to hit Bradley with the butt end, but Bradley knocked the weapon out of his hand.
Sergeant Moulder tried to hold Bradley and there was a mixup of officers in the thick of which Policeman Joe Kelley was discovered with his left hand clutching Bradley by the throat and his right hand shaking a club in Bradley's face.
In the meantime the prisoners, who had been interested spectators of the fight, suddenly concluded that a police station filled with fighting officers was no place for them, and they bolted for freedom. Jailer William Love saw them going and he made a grab for them. Immediately there was a lively triangular struggle that did not end until J. P. Johnson, a Gamewell operator, hastened to Long's assistance. By this time everybody in the station house, including the prisoners, was red faced and perspiring freely. And nobody was in a good humor. The prisoners offered the excuse that they feared they might get shot if they remained int he station.
Lyngar and Bradley have always been rivals. Both work at the depot, but Bradley is employed by the depot and Lyngar is paid by the city.
The prisoner, who gave his name as George Stryker, is said to be "Whitie," a well known confidence man. It is said that he and Reed tried to borrow $20 from Merritt on a bad check for $1,350.
Merritt was on the Frisco Meteor, due to leave here at 9:30 p. m., when these men came in the car and made themselves acquainted. Reed told Merritt that he had the dead body of his brother at the depot and couldn't get the body out because he owed $20 express charges. Reed wanted to ship the beloved relative on the Meteor. Stryker was introduced as the hard hearted express agent. He said that if Reed would get $20 he would let the body go, and not before.
Reed had a check for $1,350 and finally he offered to leave this with Merritt as security for a $20 loan. Just then the detectives arrived and a Savannah, Mo., citizen was saved.
Dr. D. M. Monie of West Pittston, Pa., who was with the detectives when the arrest was made, was attempting to identify a man who had agreed to sell his ticket to Chicago. He wanted to go to St. Louis, so accepted the kind offer of a new found friend who "knew a man who would pay well for a ticket to Chicago." Dr. Monie did not find his man or the ticket.
Labels: con artist, detectives, jail, No 2 police station, railroad, Union depot, violence, visitors
July 22, 1908
ANY BAD BOY WOULD DO.
So Ike Rodencich Thought, and Took
a Neighbor Into Court.
Ike Rodencich of 427 Ann avenue, Kansas City, Kas., was cited before the juvenile court yesterday and was instructed to bring with him his two sons, Joseph and Mathew. It appears from the complaints filed with Judge Van B. Prather, who presides over the juvenile court, that Mr. Rodencich's boys have been causing much trouble in the neighborhood. When Mr. Rodencich appeared with two boys he was asked if they were his sons, Joe and Mat.
"No, sir," he replied, "this is my boy, Mat, but this other lad belongs to one of my neighbors."
"You were instructed to bring both of your boys here," said Judge Prather.
"Oh, I misunderstood you. I thought you said bring the two boys, and this kid right here has been into as much devilment as either one of my boys."
The hearing was postponed until Mr. Rodencich could produce his other son.
Labels: children, Judge Prather, juvenile court, Kansas City Kas
July 21, 1908
UNION DEPOT IN DARKNESS.
Passengers Couldn't Find Their Way
Out and Trains Were Delayed.
The Union depot was in total darkness for five minutes, from 8:54 until 8:59, last night. Trouble at the power house shut off all the electricity just at the time the passengers were going to the Santa Fe, Chicago & Alton, M., K. & T., Missouri Pacific and Wabash 9 o'clock trains.
It was homeseekers' night and the depot was crowded when the lights went out. The depot employes did not start to procure lights for a moment, expecting the "juice" to come back immediately. Finally they lighted a few gas jets and procured candles. The telegraphy office looked as thought it were decorated for a Santa Claus reception, for each operator had a candle all his own.
The arc lights came back five minutes after they went out but the incandescents were out until 9:13. Many of the 9 o'clock trains went out several minutes late, waiting for the passengers who could not find their way through the dark depot.
Labels: railroad, telegraph, Union depot, Utilities
July 21, 1908
CIRCUS DRAWS THE SAME
SWEATING, HAPPY CROWDS.
That It Always Does in Its Far Be-
tween Visits -- Its Wonders
Remain Ever Fresh.
Little small boys and big small boys, little girls and big girls; whole families were happy yesterday, happy with that kind of happiness that comes only once or twice a year. The little ones were happy openly, the big ones in a proper, staid sort of way, but all were happy for the same reason. It was circus day. It doesn't make the little bit of difference whether one is in the old country town or in the city, circus day is circus day the whole world over. On that day nobody cares anything about anything but the circus. What's the use in denying it? Everybody knows how everybody else feels.
"The great and only Barnum and Bailey Circus" pitched the tents of its little city out on Indiana avenue, just south of Fifteenth street. They say they were the biggest tents in the world and nobody who was there yesterday denied it.
Of course the "cutest" thing in the whole show was the baby elephant. They had him in a cage where not even a peanut could be slyly smuggled to his everready, ridiculously small trunk. Then there was a baby camel and other baby animals and giraffes, sleepy, aristocratic looking animals, and zebras and just about every kind of animal that has ever been exhibited in a menagerie.
In the "big tent" all the old acts were in evidence and many more. The aerial and equestrian acts were exceptionally high class, the clowns were just as funny as ever, the hippodrome races were wildly exciting, the automobile somersault act, which brought the performance to a close, was beyond a doubt the most daring, most hair-raising feature ever presented in a circus tent in Kansas City. Two big automobiles are drawn high up onto a steep track. In each is a young woman. At a given signal both machines are released and, with a roar and a rush, start on their downward course. The first one leaves the track and, rising high in the air, turns a complete somersault, alighting on a platform some distance away. While it is in the air the other machine jumps across the gap in is well away. Only by the most careful timing and adjustment, it is possible for the one to clear the track before the other comes crashing down. A collision would mean a tragedy that would be frightful to contemplate. but the two young women who ride in the auto don't seem to mind in the least.
The Barnum & Bailey circus has come and gone At two performances it packed its great tents to their capacity and nobody has yet been heard to register a "knock." It's a great big, smashing good show, and it's probable that if it were to be here again today just as many thousands would go as went yesterday, and probably a lot of them would be the same ones who went yesterday, too.
Labels: amusement, animals, children, circus, daredevils, Fifteenth street, Indiana avenue
July 20, 1908
EXPERT MALE ADVICE NEEDED.
Women Salvation Army Officers in
Quandary over Purchase of Horse.
The Salvation Army has purchased a new ice wagon at a cost of $150 and will buy a horse today. The officers at headquarters, most of whom are women, have been looking over horses for the past few days, but have been unable to agree what should be the good points of a steed necessary to draw an ice wagon. They will call in expert male advice today and purchase an animal.
The new wagon will be started Thursday and will make the trip in the East Bottoms, the North end and the McClure district. The old wagon will work in the West Bottoms, which have hitherto been without penny ice, although there has been a crying need for it.
Contributions to the fund amount to $640.77, and 200 families will be daily supplied with ice by the middle of the week. Seven dollars and forty-six cents is the sum of the receipts for the two weeks that the wagon has been running. That means almost four tons of ice distributed.
Labels: animals, East bottoms, ice, North end, Salvation Army, West bottoms
July 20, 1908
FLYCASTERS WANT PLATFORMS.
Where They May Exhibit Skill in
Troost Park Lake.
The Kansas City Bait and Fly Casting Club wants the board of park commissioners to help educate city anglers in the art of scientific game fish catching. A letter from the club yesterday asked the board to build two platforms on the lake in Troost park for the use of citizens who would learn the casting art from seeing professional sports fish.
The letter signed by Seldon P. Spencer and members of the Kansas City club, stated that the West Chicago park commissioners are going to help out the Chicago club with platforms in Garfield park in that city, and stated that other city park boards have taken an interest in casting from a scientific standpoint. There are about fifty anglers in the local club. The officers are J. W. Bramhall, president; W. S. Rock, vice president; Charles E. Heite, captain, and George Robirds, secretary and treasurer.
Labels: Chicago, fishing, organizations, Park board, Troost avenue
July 20, 1908
LITTLE RUSSIAN PRINCE
FINDS HIS AFFINITY.
BUT THE PRINCESS WEE-NEE-
WEE LOVED ANOTHER.
Case of Love at First Sight at the
Circus Grounds Yesterday --
Public Proposal by Midget.
"Big Top" is Up.
THE RUSSIAN PRINCE.
He is 32 Years Old, 26 Inches Tall, and Weighs 16 pounds.
It as a case of love at first sight with the Little Russian Prince. Often he had heard of Princess Wee-nee-wee, but he had never seen her until yesterday afternoon.
The Little Russian Prince is 32 years old, weighs 16 pounds and is 26 inches high. His affinity is a dark skinned young woman of similar dimensions, though somewhat smaller. Her height is 17 inches, she is 18 years old, and weighs 7 1/2 pounds. Princess Wee-nee-wee travels with the Barnum & Bailey circus. The prince is connected with the vaudeville circuit which makes the parks.
Last week the prince heard that Wee-nee-wee was to be in Kansas City yesterday and so delayed his departure from Carnival park in order to pay her a visit. Out at the show grounds the freaks' tent had just been raised when the prince walked in and inquired for Wee-nee-wee. When the princess's maid brought her out to see the prince they stared at each other for a moment, then the prince boldly put out his hand in greeting.
So struck was he with the midget's appearance that he immediately proposed marriage.
"How do you like me?" he asked. "Wouldn't you like to be my wife?" The prince had made his little speech without a blush and seemed dreadfully in earnest. Wee-nee-wee was painfully embarrassed and, despite her dark color, she even blushed. Meanwhile, a crowd had gathered about the midgets and the little woman was becoming very uncomfortable. She wasn't used to receiving proposals among so many people, so she took her suitor into another part of the tent. From behind the curtain, parts of their conversation could be overheard.
"I have lots of money," urged the prince, "and I can show you a fine time. You need not go with the circus any more."
She is 18 Years Old, 17 Inches High and Weighs 7 1/2 Pounds.
"I have lots of money, too," answered the princess, "and I don't need you or your money. Anyhow, I am in love with Captain Jack Barnett, and he loves me, too."
Captain Jack Barnett is a midget just about the size of the prince. He is exhibited in the freak tent with the princess and they have been traveling companions for many months. So, when the prince learned that an ordinary captain had been the successful suitor for the little princess's hand, he gave up in despair.
As he left the tent he was heard talking to his manager who had gone with him to the circus grounds.
"I supposed that Wee-nee-wee would not be as small as they all said she was or that she would be mighty fat," he said. "But she is not fat and she is just as small as anybody can be. She just came up to my shoulders when she stood up by my side. Wouldn't we make the prize couple, though?"
Outside the freak tent there were thousands of persons who had visited the grounds to see the circus unload and to catch an occasional glimpse of the elephants and camels as they were being led to the menagerie tent.
Inside of the menagerie tent, or jungle top, as the circus men call it, the animals were being fed and the wagons polished for inspection which they will receive today. One of the most interesting sights inside the jungle top was a baby camel, 6 weeks old. When this camel was only two days old his mother stepped upon his left foreleg, breaking it above the fetlock. The camel would have to be killed, but since it was white and there is no other white camel connected with the circus, a great effort was made to save it.
It was placed in a cage and as much care taken of it as if it were a child. Every hour the little camel has to be given milk from a bottle, and he usually insists upon two bottles.
Next to the baby camel is a baby elephant, 2 weeks old. The baby elephant is also fed from a bottle and has a special attendant. These young animals created much excitement and amusement among those who were standing near the tent.
The circus train was late in its arrival yesterday morning and the "roustabout" gang worked overtime. Within fifty-five minutes after the tent gang as on the circus grounds, the menagerie tent had been raised. Quickly in succession were put up the cook tent, the stable tops and some freak tents. All day yesterday the gangs of men were busy getting the big tent in order and it will be stretched today. The tent for the big show i said to e the largest circus tent in the worked and from the looks of the ground which it is to cover it seems as if there were much truth in the statement.
It was necessary for five patrolmen under a sergeant to be present on the grounds yesterday in order to take care of the immense crowd which had gathered. The curious people insisted on getting in the way of the workmen and in taking an occasional peep under the menagerie, but the officers handled the crowd well and no more serious disturbance was reported.
Labels: amusement, animals, circus, police, romance, vaudeville, visitors
July 19, 1908
IN MEMORY OF BENITO JUAREZ.
Mexican Laborers Rememer Date of
Peasant Liberator's Death.
Yesterday was an anniversary of the death of Benito Juarez, Mexican patriot and president, and was observed by several hundred Mexicans in Armourdale and Argentine. In the Santa Fe railway yards at 6 o'clock last evening fifty male voices recruited from the box car houses of the laborers sang the national anthem of the Southern republic and individual prayers asked peace and rest for the soul of the departed liberator.
"He was one of Mexico's greatest citizens as well as one of her most valiant soldiers," said Jose Perez, a foreman who was once a student in a military academy in Mexico, and led in the impromptu exercises in Argentine last night. "Diaz is the organizer, but Juarez made the organization possible by striking off the hand of the tyrant and freeing the people.
"They were born of full blooded Indian parents and symbolize the soil which was meant to be free, but Europe would gladly claimt them both," said Perez.
Labels: Argentine, Armourdale, immigrants, laborer, Mexico, railroad
July 19, 1908
MISTAKE MAY COST HIS LIFE.
Samuel Stewart, Jr., May Die From
Drinking Carbolic Acid.
According to physicians attending Samuel Stewart, Jr., exchange teller of the Commercial National bank of Kansas City, Kas, who drank carbolic acid by mistake at his home, 562 Oakland avenue, Friday morning, he is still very low from the effects of the poison and may die. Mrs. Stewart, who snatched the bottle from her husband as he was in the act of tipping it to his lips, spilled a quantity of the acid on her hands and feet. Her burns were not given proper attention at the time because of the excitement in the Stewart household over the accident, and she suffered much from them yesterday.
Samuel Stewart, Jr., is well thought of in the bank He is of a nervous disposition. During the last three or four weeks he has been on the verge of prostration and under a doctor's care almost continuously, it is said. Samuel Stewart, Sr., the father, who heads the Stewart Grocery Company, Seventh street and Minnesota avenue, is confident that his son took the acid through mistake.
Labels: banking, Kansas City Kas, mental health, Minnesota avenue, poison
July 20, 1908
LOCKJAW CAUSED HIS DEATH.
James McMahan Was Wounded by
the Tusk of a Boar.
James McMahan, for many years the proprietor of a private detective agency in this city, did yesterday at St. Luke's hospital from lockjaw. The accident by which the disease was contracted was a peculiar one.
McMahan was trying to drive an unruly boar out of his stable lot on his farm near Leeds when he slipped and fell. The animal attacked the prostrate man and inflicted a gash on his forehead with his tusks. Tetanus developed and several days ago McMahan was removed to the hospital.
McMahan was a criminal detective employed by the Mooney and Boland Detective agency in New York before he came to Kansas City. His detective agency in this city made a reputation for itself. Mr. McMahan was compelled to retire from the business because of weak eyes. The funeral will be held from the home, 6227 East Eleventh street, tomorrow afternoon.
Labels: death, detectives, Eleventh street, New York
July 19, 1908
FIRST OF THE CIRCUS TRAINS.
Will Arrive in Kansas City at 3
o'Clock Tomorrow Morning.
The movement of the Barnum & Bailey circus to this city will begin this evening and it is expected that the paraphernalia of the greatest show on earth will be on the Indiana avenue show grounds, where it is to be unfolded on Monday, by daylight tomorrow. The big show is to come here from Centerville, Ia., and it is expected that one of the show trains will be loaded and on its way here at 10 o'clock tonight. This train will be composed of the cook houses, horse tents and parade features. All of the men connected with this division are young and, owing to the speed with which they compelled to move, they form what is known as the "flying squadron." It is expected that this section will reach the unloading point about 3 o'clock in the morning.
Of late the tendency to see the circus come to town and unload has grown to a large extent, and for this reason it will not be surprising if there is a large reception committee at the unloading point to bid the elephants and "things" a welcome to the city. The second section of the show train will be made up of the menagerie; the third of horses, elephants and camels, together with the small tents used as workshops, and the fourth will contain the main tent and the performers. The four trains will contain eighty-six cars.
Labels: amusement, animals, circus, parades, railroad
July 20, 1908
HER FATHER COMES TODAY.
Coroner Finds Miss Cretia Blair Died
of Illegal Operation.
After an autopsy on the body of Miss Cretia Blair, a young woman who died suddenly at the residence of L. B. Walker, 512 Bellefontaine avenue, Sunday afternoon, Coroner George B. Thompson yesterday expressed the belief that her death had been caused by septic poison, super-induced by an operation. Whether this operation was illegally performed, however, will not be determined until after an examination by Dr. Frank J. Hall.
Dr. G. A. Blair, of Inland, Neb., the girl's father, will arrive here today to take charge of the body. Miss Blair, accompanied by her sister, came here from her Nebraska home two years ago.
"A dearer, sweeter girl never lived," said Mrs. Marie Warwick of 412 Whittier place, speaking of the dead young woman yesterday. Mrs. Walker, at whose home the girl died, said she had never seen her before she called to engage a room.
"I know no more about the girl than you do," she said. "She was brought here by another woman, and, as I had a room vacant, I let her have it."
Residents in the vicinity of the Walker home say that the family always has been highly respected and that nothing out of the ordinary has ever taken place at the house to their knowledge.
Labels: Bellefontaine, Coroner Thompson, death, doctors
July 17, 1908
IN THE WORKHOUSE.
TO REMAIN ONE YEAR UNLESS
HE PAYS $1,000 FINE.
Chief of Police Daniel Ahern's Luna-
cy Commission Quickly Decides
That Gallagher's Troubles
Are Temper and Booze.
Before a lunacy commission consisting of four physicians Jack Gallagher, notorious circumventor of justice, was yesterday adjudged sane. It took the commission only an hour and a half to hear all of the testimony and to make its physical and mental examinations; then they went into executive session and within five minutes had returned its verdict, which reads:
"We submitted Jack Gallagher to a personal, mental and physical examination, and heard the testimony of witnesses, and from the evidence of such mental and physical testimony and examinations offered, we find that Jack Gallagher is sane, and responsible for his actions."
After the commission, consisting of Dr. J. O. Hanawalt, Dr. St. Elmo Saunders, Dr. O. L. McKillip and Dr. J. S. Snider, had been informed of its duties and the result its decision would have upon the cases which were then being held in suspension by the police court, it called Jack Gallagher as the first witness.
Gallagher walked into the room accompanied by an officer. The slugger' demeanor was somewhat tame compared with his previous actions. As Dr. Hanawalt began to question the prisoner he dropped his eyes and nervously moved his hands and feet. The preliminary questions relative to age and residence were all answered in a quiet manner.
IN SALOON BUSINESS THREE YEARS.
"In what business were you engaged as a boy," was the first question.
"I did not go to school further than the fourth grade. Then I worked like any other kid."
"When did you first enter the saloon business?"
"Three years ago, in Kansas City."
"What is your general condition of your health?"
"Did you ever have any serious illness?"
"No, just kid's diseases. Dr. Snider always treated me."
"Do you ever have any trouble articulating?"
Gallagher did not understand the word, and after it was repeated to him three times he replied:
"I didn't get past the fourth grade in school and I don't know what that big word means."
When its meaning was explained he answered in the negative.
"How tall are you and what do you weigh?"
"I am 6 feet one inch and a fraction and weigh about 170 pounds."
"Did you ever weigh more than that?"
"Yes, several years ago I weighed 190 pounds
"What caused you to lose weight?"
"Worry over my business, and I have had to do a lot of that."
Then followed the physical and mental tests given by the physicians. During the physical examination Gallagher called attention to a small bruise on his left ankle, which he charges was made by a blow from Albert King's cane. Gallagher told the physicians that he had never been troubled with his eyes, having passed an examination for the United States army and also for the police department.
"Is your memory good?" questioned Dr. St. Elmo Saunders.
"Yes," and after some hesitancy he added, "There have been times when I have overlooked my mail for a day or two, but they were mostly bills."
"Do you remember all of the events which happened yesterday?"
"If you mean the events which led up to me being arrested and my appearance in the police court, yes."
"Tell me the facts which led up to your going to Mr. King's rooms."
"I don't care to answer that question."
"But you remember them well?"
75 GLASSES A DAY.
J. F. Richardson, representing Mr. King, then questioned the witness.
"Do you drink intoxicating liquor?"
"Do you ever get drunk?"
"Yes. I have drank whisky ever since I was 20 years old."
"Did you take any whisky on the night before you went to Mr. King's rooms; and if so, how much had you drunk?"
"I drink every day from sixty to seventy-five glasses of whisky; Tuesdays as well as any other day. I was under the influence of whisky when I was arrested."
"Were you responsible for your actions in King's room?"
"I think I was, but I won't answer any more questions like that."
Colonel J. C. Greenman, Humane officer, said that they must have witnesses to help them in their decision as to whether or not Gallagher was insane. Then Dr. Saunders questioned Dr. Snider relative to the medical attention which he had given Gallagher. Dr. Snider replied that Gallagher had never been seriously ill, and that in his opinion he is sane and always had been.
"You have never seen him act insane before?"
"No, never. When he is drunk, as he frequently is, he is always able to take care of himself."
"Is he a good business man?"
"From what I know of him I would say yest."
Tom Gallagher, brother of the prisoner, was called to the stand.
"Would you believe from your brother's conversation Tuesday night that he was drunk?"
"HE'S SANE," SAYS TOM.
"Yes, I think he was, but he knew what he was doing."
"Do you think your brother is sane or insane?"
These questions satisfying both parties to the investigation, Tom Gallagher was dismissed and Miss Mayme Lefler, Mr. King's nurse, who was with him at the time Gallagher attempted to assault him Wednesday morning, was called to the stand.
Miss Lefler went over the story of the assault in a very concise manner, stating at the close that she believed Gallagher to be sane. Miss Lefler, in getting her training as a nurse, had to spend a certain part of her time in the insane ward at the general hospital, and from her knowledge of insanity she pronounced Gallagher as being sane, but a man of violent temper. She stated that Gallagher seemed to have been drinking before he entered Mr. King's room Wednesday morning.
Mrs. Etta Condon, proprietor of the hotel at which Mr King is staying, was called to the stand and told the same story as did Miss Lefler. "Do you think he was insane?" she was asked.
"No, not a bit of it."
"Would you know an insane person if you saw one?"
"I think I would, but Gallagher seemed to be more drunk than anything else. And he has a violent temper."
QUARRELSOME WHEN DRUNK.
J. J. Spillane, a street inspector and a particular friend of Gallagher's had been present throughout the hearing and at Tom Gallagher's request he was called to the witness stand.
Spillane told of his acquaintance with Gallagher, which dated back twenty years. He said that he did not believe that Gallagher was insane, or that he ever was insane.
"Is he quarrelsome when under the influence of liquor?"
"Not any more than any other man is; he would always stick up for himself."
Captain Frank Snow of police headquarters was called to testify. He had known Gallagher for ten or fifteen years. During that time, according to the testimony, Gallagher's conduct had been of a very erratic nature. He had engaged in several controversies at various times.
"Do you think that Jack is insane?"
"No, indeed. Jack would not have any trouble if he would let the booze alone. Every man, or almost every man, who has owned a saloon on East Fourth street, has gone crazy, and Jack will go the same way if he keeps up his present pace."
"So you think drink was responsible for all his trouble?"
"Yes, I do."
W. K. Latcham, the arresting officer for the second offense committed by Gallagher Wednesday morning against Albert King; Gus Metzinger, patrolman in charge of No. 4 police station, and who released Gallagher on $11 bond, and Dr. E. L. Gist all testified that it was their belief that Gallagher was sane. The testimony was becoming long drawn out and immaterial. The case for insanity was lost within the first five minutes of examination and the commission decided to put an end to the needless investigation.
After taking the testimony of John McCarthy, one of Gallagher's bartenders, the investigation adjourned and the commissioners met in secret session. They remained in session long enough to cast one vote and dictate their decision to the stenographer.
GOES TO THE WORKHOUSE.
Gallagher was sent to the workhouse in the daily crowd which is sent from the police court. His fine is $1,000 or one year in the workhouse. If he does not pay his fine he must remain for one year unless pardoned by the mayor.
The lunacy commission proceeding was instigated by Chief of Police Daniel Ahern, who conferred with Judge Theodore Remley of the police court and Colonel J. C. Greenman of the Humane office. It was the opinion of the three that Gallagher was too dangerous a man to walk the streets of Kansas City. It was the fear that he would be able to pay his fine and get out of the workhouse a free man, that led Chief Ahern to take such steps in having the lunacy commission appointed, he says.
"It means," said the chief, "that Gallagher goes to the workhouse His time limit for appeal is over and he will have to serve out his time or pay his fine. He is a dangerous man and should be kept in custody. I believe the fellow is insane."
It was suggested to acting Police Judge Remley by Cliff Langsdale, city attorney, that the time for appeal bond in Gallagher's case had elapsed. Judge Remley said that he would not countenance an appeal bond at any rate. He said that it would be necessary for Gallagher to go to courts above his jurisdiction before he could keep himself from the workhouse any longer.
Labels: alcohol, Col. J. C. Greenman, doctors, Jack Gallagher, Judge Remley, mental health, nurses, Police Chief Snow, workhouse
July 17, 1908
WILL FARMERS HELP CHILDREN?
Many Charges of Detention Home
Have No Vacation in Sight.
Since the outing to Clay Center, Kas., last year of a number of charges of the Detention home proved so successful, Dr. E. L. Matthias of that institution is planning to have something of the same kind this year, if he can get the proper support.
"We cannot take care of the smaller boys in our Indian creek camp," said he yesterday "If farmers of this region, or towns, would agree to care for a certain number of children, it would help us a great deal. The boys we would send range in age from 6 to 8 years.
"The work is charity, pure and simple, for we have no fund to pay for the support of such children while they are in summer homes. But a summer outing of several months could easily be given these little one to allow them to escape the heat of the city if charitably inclined people in the country would help us out.
"Last year Clay Center, Kas., came to the front in good style and if we could have a similar offer this year or a number of offers to care for a smaller number of children, the problem would be easy of solution."
Dr. Mathias plans to send out a detachment this month if accommodations are provided.
Labels: children, detention home, doctors, Dr Mathias, farmers, Indian creek
July 17, 1908
HIGH COURT IN SUGAR CREEK.
Justice A. P. Fonda, Ousted, Refuses
to Grant an Appeal.
Jackson county justice put another bandage over her eyes yesterday and went on a rampage. While Chief Ahern's Gallagher lunacy commission was sitting without authority under the state statutes, in fact, in direct violation of them, Justice A. P. Fonda of Sugar Creek renewed the controversy of who is really the dispenser of the law in that refinery adjunct.
When the Sugar Creek Mercantile Company, which had run a garnishment on F. M. Dabney and had lost the case, wanted to appeal, Justice Fonda refused to allow the appeal. So the would-be appellant yesterday asked the circuit court for a writ of mandamus to compel Fonda to act.
It has been n early two week ago since Judge Walter A. Powell, sitting in the circuit court in Independence, decided that Fonda was not legally a justice. But Fonda keeps right on dispensing justice at the same old stand.
The whole Sugar Creek controversy originated some months ago when Albert Allen, justice of the peace, found business so dull that he wen tot California on a vacation. During his absence there was some need of a court and so the county judges appointed Fonda to the job. In three weeks Allen returned and turned again to the old trade of justicing.
Then enters the county court again. An order was made commanding Allen to surrender his records, so that they might be turned over to Fonda. Allen took the case before Judge Powell, who held that as Allen had never been disqualified, he was justice still.
So Allen has the circuit court back of him and Fonda is the protege of the county court. And justice goes merrily on in Sugar Creek, home of a court of last resort.
Labels: California, circuit court, county court, Judges, Sugar Creek
July 17, 1908
BOARD DOESN'T BLAME HAMILL.
Commissioner Gallagher Exonerates
Lieutenant of Responsibility.
Police Commissioner Andrew E. Gallagher at a meeting of the police board Wednesday afternoon said he believed Lieutenant H. W. Hamill to be responsible for Jack Gallagher being released Wednesday morning on an $11 bond. Last night he called up The Journal an d said he had found that he was mistaken when he made the statement. Mr. Gallagher said he had discovered that Lieutenant Hamill was not on duty that day and was not in charge of the station. The lieutenant is on duty during the day and the bond was signed before the day force goes on, so he could not have been held responsible for the small bond even if he had worked on that day.
Labels: Commissioner Gallagher, Jack Gallagher, police, police board
July 16, 1908
WAS HIS OBJECT MURDER?
Jack Gallagher Calls on King
and Creates a Disturbance.
(From a sketch made in the Police Matron's Room at Central Station Yesterday Afternoon
Following his vicious inclinations, Jack Gallagher attempted to assault Albert King, a reporter for The Journal, who is lying seriously injured as the result of a previous attack made upon him by Gallagher, in Mr. King's apartments at 720 East Fifteenth street yesterday morning at 5 o'clock. Failing in his first attempt to satiate his brutal desires because of arrest, Gallagher returned to Mr. King's rooms after having been released on an $11 bond, and again tried to force entrance into the room, uttering violent threats while trying to break in the door. Again he was arrested, but this time he was held without bond, because he was taken before a police officer who knew his duty.
Shortly after 5 o'clock yesterday morning Gallagher went to the hotel in which Mr. King is staying and asked Mrs. Etta Condon, the proprietress, to show him to Mr. King's room. Mrs. Condon replied that it was too early for visitors, especially too early for a sick man to be awakened. Gallagher and a friend who had gone to the hotel with him insisted, saying that they were very intimate friends of Mr. King from St. Louis, and that they only had an hour to stay in Kansas City.
Mr. King, who is well known in Kansas City, had been receiving many visits from friends since he was injured; so Mrs. Condon said that she would see if Mr. King would see them.
NURSE ORDERED HIM OUT.
Gallagher did not wait until she had awakened the injured man, but brushed past her and stood over his bedside. Mr. King was aroused and turning in bead, saw his former assailant.
"Hello, Albert. How do you feel about it?" asked Gallagher.
"I feel pretty tough since you got through with me," replied King, "and I don't want to talk to you. Get out of here."
"I want to introduce my friend, Mike O'Brien, to you before I go," replied Gallagher, beckoning to the friend who had remained in the doorway. "You remember Mike, don't you, Al?"
King replied that he might have seen O'Brien before but did not recall the circumstance. Then he ordered them out of the room, saying that he did not wish to have anything to do with them. By this time Miss Mayme Lefler, Mr. Kin's nurse, had returned to the room. Noticing that her patient did not treat his visitors in a cordial manner, she bent over them and asked who they were.
Upon being told that one of them was Jack Gallagher she ordered them from the room. Gallagher stood and laughed at her until she finally pushed him towards the doors.
"Oh, I'll step outside and let you all talk it over for a minute," said he; "but I'm goin' to stay here till I see your finish," addressing the last remark to Mr. King.
Once the bully was out of the room, Miss Lefler locked the door and writing a note for passers-by, telling them to call the police station for help, she slipped to the open window ready to drop it out on the street.
Meanwhile Mrs. Condon had gone downstairs to a telephone and called the police. She was followed by O'Brien.
PACED THE HALLWAY.
Mrs. Condon returned to her hotel and saw Gallagher pacing up and down the hallway, bellowing out his mad threats to the closed door. Soon he stopped his loud talking and hid behind a turn in the hall. Every time a door would open or close he would hasten to Mr. King's door to see if King had left the room or if he might be caught in the act of leaving. Mrs. Condon tried to argue with Gallagher, but her words had no effect. Then she tried threats and told Gallagher that if he did not go she would call for help.
"Don't you dare call for help you--" he rasped between his closed teeth. "If you do I'll fix you," and he shook his fist in Mrs. Condon's face.
Just then Officer James Mulloy was seen hurrying across the street. He had been notified by the operator at No. 4 police station that Gallagher was threatening Mr. King. Miss Lefler called out to him and the officer hastened up the steps. When he reached the hallway he heard Gallagher threaten Mrs. Condon. Approaching Gallagher, the patrolman told him to come with him to the police station.
"It will take four of you to take me there," boasted the bully, as he began to beat and kick on Mr. King's door.
"Not this morning," said the officer as he dragged Gallagher to the head of the stairs. There they were met by three officers who had gone to the house with the patrol wagon from the Walnut street police station. Once in the patrol wagon Gallagher quited down.
When he was taken before Patrolman Gus Metzinger, acting desk sergeant, he was charged with disturbing the peace and locked up. His friend, O'Brien, pleaded with Officer Metzinger for his release on bond, saying that he would see that Jack went directly home and did not bother King again. The officer graciously complied and made the bond $11, which Gallagher himself deposited.
Twenty minutes afterwards Gallagher was back at Mr. King's door, demanding entrance. As Gallagher hurried up the hotel steps he was healed by Mrs. Condon, who tried to get him to go back. Finding that her p leas were of no avail she called out in a loud voice so that King could just hear her, "Jack Gallagher, you get out of this house at once."
KING WAS ARMED THIS TIME.
But Gallagher thrust her aside and went directly to the door of King's room. Miss Lefler had locked the door and helped King to a sitting posture in the bed. Armed with a large revolver which had been secured after the first disturbance, King sat ready for his assailant should he manage to break through the door.
Gallagher was demanding entrance, but he got no answer from behind the door. Through the door Mr. King and his nurse could hear Mrs. Condon pleading with him to desist in his bestial endeavors, saying that Mr. King was not in the room and that he had gone home immediately after Gallagher's first visit.
But Gallagher would not be satisfied. He demanded that the door be unlocked. Mrs. Condon replied that the maid had the keys and that he would have to wait until she could be found.
Inside the room, Albert King sat in bed with the revolver pointed at the door.
"I am going to shoot through the door at him," he told his nurse.
"No, don't do that," she cautioned, "you might hit Mrs. Condon. You can't tell just where she might be standing.
As a matter of fact, Mrs. Condon was standing between Gallagher and the door, keeping him from reaching the knob as he had attempted. For five minutes they stood at the door and argued whether or not King was in the room.
"Haven't you enough trouble already?" asked the woman of Gallagher.
"Yes, but King and The Journal have given it all to me, and now I'm going to give King his. He and The Journal run the whole police department, and they have put me down and out, so it's me or King now."
"Well, he's gone home now, out on Wabash avenue, so you can't find him here. You had better go on and leave me alone."
"I don't believe King has gone, I'm going to see, anyhow."
WAS READY TO SHOOT.
The it occurred to Gallagher to look over the transom and see for himself.
"Stand clear of the door," wh ispered Mr. King to Miss Lefler. "The minute his head comes up over that transom I'm going to shoot. I believe that I will be justified in doing so."
Gallagher grasped hold of the knob, with one hand upon the top of the door, which he with his great height could easily reach. He was just in the act of swinging up to the transom when Patrolman W. K. Latcham came bounding up the stairs. He had been called by H. F. Hollecker, a saloonkeeper at 716 East Fifteenth street.
"You're under arrest, Gallagher," he called, being warned by Mrs. Condon that Mr. King was inside the door waiting to shoot at the first opportunity. That stopped Gallagher, and probably saved his life; for if his head had appeared above the transom Mr. King says that he would surely have shot.
Then Gallagher began to beg to get inside the door or to look over the transom. By signs only Mrs. Condon had told Officer Latcham that Mr. King was in the room waiting for a sight of Jack Gallagher. The officer would not allow him to climb up the door.
"You've got to come with me," said the officer, "and you've got to come at once. You know I'm able to take you and take you alone, so come along and behave."
GALLAGHER KNEW HIS MASTER.
Officer Latcham said afterwards: "The coward began to crawl like a whipped cur and came right along, not giving a bit of trouble. I did not even have to draw my revolver on him. When we got downstairs we found the patrol wagon waiting for us and nothing else happened."
At the station the day shift of police had come on and Sergeant Halligan booked Gallagher for disturbing the peace and refused to allow him to be released on bond. He was taken to police headquarters with the rest of the prisoners who had been arrested during the night.
Gallagher said that he would not go in the patrol wagon with the rabble, but he found out that the officers were determined that he should and soon stopped his bullying and took his seat in the wagon beside a drunken man.
"S-a-y," was the word used by Gallagher when he was brought before Theodore Remley, acting police judge.
"Now you keep quiet until your time comes," remonstrated Judge Remley.
"All right, judge," Gallagher replied in his blustering, bullying manner. "I suppose you are going to fine me because Albert King said for you to."
After James Mulloy, the policeman making the arrest, Miss Lefler, the nurse, and several witnesses had told their stories to the court, Gallagher asked permission to ask questions of Miss Lefler.
His first question was so insulting and foreign to the case that Judge Remley told her not to answer.
"That's right," Gallagher snarled at the judge, "you take away my rights after convicting me on their testimony. Now fine me if you dare to."
"Your fine is $500," replied the judge.
"How about signing a personal bond' asked Gallagher.
"Wait a minute, Gallagher, I have another case against you," Cliff Langsdale, the city attorney, said as Gallagher was being led back to the holdover.
"That's right, stick me, fine me another $500, the police and papers are against me and I guess you are, too."
A few necessary steps required by law and Judge Remley levied a fine of $500 on the second charge of disturbing the peace.
Looking over towards the table occupied by the newspaper men, Gallagher said: "I know when the police reporters leave the station They leave here at 2:45." Swearing vengeance against the police and the newspapers, Gallagher was placed in the holdover, later to be removed to the matron's room.
Labels: Fifteenth street, hotels, Jack Gallagher, Judge Remley, newspapers, No 4 police station, nurses, police court, police headquarters, police matron, violence, Walnut street police station
July 16, 1908
SLUGGER WILL TRY TO HAVE
HIMSELF DECLARED INSANE.
THUS ESCAPE HIS MIS-DEEDS
CREATES A SCENE IN THE ROOM
OF ALBERT KING.
Arrested and Released on Ridiculous
Bond of $11 -- Fined $1,000
in Police Court on Two
An attempt is to be made by the friends of Jack Gallagher to have him declared insane.
The object is to prevent justice from taking its course.
The first suggestion for a lunacy commission was made by Jack Gallagher himself.
His saloon license gone, under a double fine of $500, and with a penitentiary sentence staring him in the face, Gallagher's only hope is in an "easy" lunacy commission that will free him of all responsibility for his brutal, wanton and wicked acts.
A depravity seldom equalled, unbridled license and bad whiskey is what's the matter with Jack Gallagher. His mentality, even though of a low order, is capable of recognizing right from wrong. Gallagher, according to the statements of eye witness, was too drunk when taken to Central police station yesterday morning that the officers in charge hesitated about arraigning him in court.
The lunacy commission judge is the last desperate stand of this desperado and his friends.
Gallagher was locked in a cell in the police matron's room last night.
INSANE? NO, BAD WHISKY.
When the city attorney, Cliff Langsdale, called the case of the city against Jack Gallagher, arrested yesterday morning on two charges of disturbing the peace, it was said Gallagher was too drunk to appear. Newspaper men attending police court insisted that he be brought out before the court and arraigned on the charges. Sergeant Frank Snow informed the court that Gallagher was "pretty drunk," but Judge Remley finally ordered him brought out of the holdover so he could judge for himself.
Gallagher's demeanor before the court was that of the bully. While he showed signs of heavy drinking he was sufficiently sober to know what he was talking about and the police judge decided he was sober enough to stand trial.
After Gallagher had been fined $500 on two charges he asked his brother, Thomas Gallagher, to apply for a lunacy commission to inquire into his sanity. Thomas Gallagher immediately sought the chief of police, Daniel Ahern, and asked that the $1,000 fine be stayed until he could have his brother tried for insanity. Chief Ahern readily granted the request, giving Gallagher a stay for twenty-four hours. Judge Remley consented to the stay granted by the chief of police. Jack Gallagher was then turned oer to Colonel J. C. Greenman who has charge of all insanity cases for the police department. Gallagher was taken from the common holdover and placed in a cell in the matron's room. The police stated that he had been put in the matron's room because it was rumored that Gallagher's friends had passed cigars and whisky into the jail to him when he was held for investigation when he assaulted Albert King on Wednesday, a week ago.
Gallagher's friends called on the chief of police during the morning and afternoon, but the chief refused to say what their mission was. Jack Spillane, a street inspector, was in evidence at police headquarters and in the chief's office all of yesterday afternoon. He refused to say what he wanted, except that he was a friend of Gallagher's.
SLUGGER'S FRIENDS BUSY.
Thomas Gallagher insisted on an early meeting of the lunacy commission and desired to name the members who were to be called in to act. He was informed by Colonel Greenman that the law required a certificate of two reputable physicians to determine whether a man was insane or sane. He also told Tom Gallagher that he intended to go further than the law required, that he intended to appoint four physicians so the public would be satisfied with any verdict that the board should return.
A physician, who said he had been Jack Gallagher's family doctor for the last five years, appeared at police headquarters and said he wanted to be called as a witness to testify that Jack Gallagher had been insane for nearly five years. He was one of the physicians that Thomas Gallagher asked Colonel Greenman to appoint as a member oft he lunacy board.
Willis King, a brother of the reporter assaulted by Jack Gallagher, called on Colonel Greenman yesterday afternoon and asked that he be notified so he could have witnesses summoned to appear before the commission. Colonel Greenman set the time for the commission to meet at 10 o'clock today.
"BAD MAN," SAYS AHERN.
Chief of Police Daniel Ahern said yesterday afternoon that he considers Jack Gallagher a "bad" man and that he does not want him at large. He said he will hold him pending a report of the self-solicited lunacy commission, a member of which Gallagher requested to be allowed to name.
"When Gallagher was brought in here the second time today I made up my mind that he is dangerous and should not be allowed his liberty again, said the chief. "Why, he might attack you, or me. I wouldn't allow a bully like that to strike me, but I know I am just as liable to a cowardly assault from a man of that kind as a newspaper reporter or any other person.
"Gallagher was fined in police court. His fines were heavy, but if he were went to the workhouse I thought Jack's friends might pay his fine, and I decided to prevent it.
"It was my plain duty to send him to the workhouse, though. What could I do under the circumstance of a fine and no cash forthcoming. When Jack's friends suggested he is crazy I was a way to keep him under restraint.
"It does not matter to me whether he is crazy from the effects of bad whisky or from other causes. I simply had to keep him under restraint, and I thought the lunacy commission plan was the best way out. I straightway turned the prisoner over to Colonel Greenman, the humane officer."
MUST KEEP THE PEACE.
At the request of Albert King, Jack Gallagher will be placed under a heavy police bond by the prosecuting attorney. After being placed under a bond, if Gallagher cannot raise funds to meet it, he will remain in jail for thirty days, after which time he is at liberty and will forfeit the bond if he disturbs the peace of the complainant.
Besides this, a warrant charging Gallagher with burglary is in the hands of the authorities. The charge of burglary is brought under a statute which defines burglary as the forcible entry into the dwelling house of another in the night time with intent to commit a felony therein.
Gallagher's actions in the home of Mr. King yesterday morning bring him under the rule of the statute and the warrant for his arrest on the charge of burglary is the result.
Labels: alcohol, Col. J. C. Greenman, Jack Gallagher, Judge Remley, mental health, newspapers, Police Chief Ahern, Police Chief Snow, police court, police matron, violence
July 16, 1908
TO HAVE A RUBBERNECK ROOF.
Commerce Building Will Afford a
Unique View of the City.
Local citizens who delight in showing visitors the new Commerce building, the interior of which is one of the handsomest in the United States, will have an additional attraction to offer in the shape of a roof garden, which has been suggested by W. T. Kemper.
The bank building is fourteen stories high and the vantage point at Tenth and Walnut streetsfrom which to view the city. A portion of the roof will be comered with awnings and properly decorated so that visitors may look upon the business section and view one of the most rapidly growing cities in the West.
Labels: Commerce building, Tenth street, Walnut Street
July 16, 1908
BALLOONS AT FAIRMOUNT.
Air Navigators Will Race There for
a Silver Cup.
More balloon races at Fairmount park next Sunday and this time the contestants are to race for a silver cup offered by the park management. The cup is to be given the man who reaches the greatest height. L. M. Bales of Kansas City is to be one of the contestants, while the other is to be Calhoun Grant of Providence, R. I.
Now is the time when Fairmount park is at its best. And at the bathing beach there is work all the time. The crowd at the beach last Sunday was the largest ever known at the park. Old men, boys, women and children were in the water, and so great was the demand that there were not suits enough to go around.
Labels: amusement, balloons, fairmount park, races
July 15, 1908
WILL HANDLE SILVER TROWEL.
Judge J. Patterson to Cement Cor-
nerstone of Poor Farm Buildings
Final arrangements for the laying of the cornerstone at the new county poor farm building will be made Friday afternoon,when the committee which has the matter in charge will hold a meeting. J. D. Jackson, superintendent the farm, is chairman.
It has already been decided to observe the day, July 29, with a picnic, which will be in the nature of a county holiday, for all the county offices will be closed. Noel Jackson will be master of ceremonies and J. M. Patterson, presiding judge of the county court, will handle the silver trowel which is to be presented to him. Choice of mementos to be placed in the stone will be made by the Rev. C. W. Moore. The following have been invited to speak at the cornerstone laying:
Senator William Warner, Attorney General H. S. Hadley, Governor Joseph Wingate Folk, Champ Clark, H. M. Beardsley, Judge John F. Phillips, Mayor Thomas T. Crittenden, Jr., Judge H. L. McCune, the Rev C. W. Moore, the Rev. S. M. Neel, the Rev. George Reynolds, the Rev. William J. Dalton, Rabbi H. H. Mayer and Llewellyn Jones, mayor of Independence.
Labels: cornerstones, Father Dalton, Governor Folk, Herbert Hadley, Judge MCune, Mayor Crittenden, ministers, picnics, poor farm, Senator Warner
July 15, 1908
DOUGHBOYS NOW GAY
IN WHITE AND GOLD.
NEW RECRUITING SERVICE UNI-
FORMS ARE SEEN HERE.
Lure to the Lad That's Been Think-
ing of Soldiering -- Hard to
Recruit Without the
Now the marines will have to get a hump on themselves if they want to get the rookies. The new white duck uniforms for enlisted men and non-commissioned officers of army recruiting parties have now arrived. From 8 o'clock in the morning till 6 o'clock at night now there stands a man at the door of the second floor back, where the army recruits in Kansas City, stiff as a ramrod but under positive orders to look as cool and comfortable and well fed as possible. He is the lure for the man from the farm, the section, or the high school grad who has not found what he thought would chase him the moment he got his diploma, to-wit, a first class job.
The new uniform is as smart as anything put on the stage, and the stage is the only place people out here see uniforms outside of the regulation blue, which is liked, or the olive drab which is despised. The uniform for recruiting parties is of white duck, caps, tunic and trousers, four bellows pockets in the tunic with flaps held down by gilt buttons. The collar, shoulder and cap ornaments are all in gilt. While not fitting closely, the tunic fits snug, and is cut to the man's figure. No belt is worn. The uniform appeared here two days ago and was at once admired.
"We have it to do, sir," said one of the recruiting party. "It is all that can be done to keep the regiments nearly full now, and that has been managed only by increasing he pay. When the canteen was there it was no trick at all to get a time-expired man to take his three months' furlough and swear in again. But now there is no canteen and the man objects to going back to barracks.
LIKE LIVING IN CHURCH.
"If he drinks only one glass of beer a day, an amount he can get along without, he cannot very well get along without the little chat and song that used to go on in the canteen. It is like hiring a man to live in a church to enlist him for garrison duty. So, to make the service a little more inviting they have issued this white uniform for recruiting parties."
The uniform is similar to the one issued bandsmen and worn by officers at mess. The men themselves do not like it very much.
"But it looks swagger," was submitted.
"At assembly, yes, but after a man has done a turn on this door for a couple of hours and wants to sit down, he has to be careful how he manages it. I'd give a chew of plug right now to lean back against the wall, on a box or anything else, and cross my feet. If I did these ducks would look like cold slaw. But it is a smart looking set of regimentals for this sort of work they are using it for now. Until recently the marines have had the best of the recruiting. Their uniform, very similar but not exactly like that worn by the army, has been regarded as the smartest. The marines tailors made better jobs of their work. The tailors of all of them have a knack of making the trousers too short, but the marines were no worse than the army for that fault.
NO MORE EASY WAYS.
They buttoned their blouses tighter and wore their caps just so, whereas the army , to show it was not proud, had a blase disregard for conventionalities, kept the blouse a bit free at the waist and never wore its hat twice on the same place. Now, however, at least so far as recruiting parties are concerned, there is to be the most rigorous enforcement of the regulations in relation to the uniforms.
The prospect who gets as far as the northwest corner of Eighth and Main will get to see the smartest white and gold uniform that ever a tenor in a modern musical comedy wore, and at the same time a man in blue. If he can be coaxed upstairs to see the captain he will see a man or two up there in the blue-drab uniform, the purpose being to show the prospective patriot how well he will be rigged out if only he will enlist and go to a post where between revielie and laps he will get 50 per cent of his time taken up in fatigue and drills, both of which are all right, and the other 50 per cent fretting because there is no place to go.
"They will have to do more than this if they want to get what the abolition of the canteen is driving away," was the summing up of one of the men in white duck yesterday.
Labels: clothing, military
July 14, 1908
PUBLIC LIKES THE
FIRST DAY'S TRIAL ON TROOST
LINE IS SATISFACTORY.
Cars Make Better Time and Much
Inconvenience to Passengers Is
Overcome -- Bad Layout
for the Deadbeats.
HOW YOU PAY IN THE PAY-AS-YOU-ENTER CAR.
Pay-as-you-enter cars began running in Kansas city yesterday, the new system being inaugurated on the Troost avenue division. At the end of the first day every report made to the general offices was approving. The public took to the new system at once. Those conductors who were questioned by the company inspectors all said they had not found anyone objecting to the new rule of requiring fares to be paid when passengers board the cars.
The rush hour test proved that the system delays the cars at the main points about 50 per cent longer than the old custom of collecting fares from the interior of the car, but ten blocks out, meaning as far as Troost avenue on the Troost avenue line, the time lost in taking on passengers was more than made up by the quick way in which conductors could dispatch their trains.
There was not a single accident reported during the day, even of the most trivial sort.
An hour's observation at Tenth and Main streets and at Tenth and Walnut, between 5:20 and 6:30 last evening, when travel is heaviest, showed, what the company had not promised, an even distribution of the load. As cars would fill so that it was necessary to allow passengers to ride on the rear platforms, the conductors would close their gates and go without allowing any more to crowd on their cars. To the man who was left standing on the street this looked discriminating, but a watch showed that in six instances where this occurred cars followed within half a minute, in two instances within a few seconds, as two Troosts were running together. Under the old rule the first of the delayed cars would have been packed to suffocation, to the great discomfort of the passengers, while the car immediately behind would have run either with empty seats or at least with its aisles empty.
IT'S A LITTLE SLOWER.
A watch showed that it took eight seconds to take nine passengers on one of the old style, wide platform cars, but twelve seconds to take nine on the Troost avenue cars. It required eighteen seconds to unload five and take on six passengers from and on a Jackson avenue car. No Troost avenue car unloaded more than three passengers at Tenth and Main during the rush hour, but at no time did it take longer than two seconds to take on and seat a passenger.
There was no confusion in the matter of making change. Not having to watch his rear step from the front of his car, the conductor was able to handle his fares with alacrity. Taking twenty-seven passengers on one car at Tenth and Main in thirty-two seconds, the last to board had paid her fair and entered the car before it crossed Main street.
TWO CONDUCTORS TO A CAR.
Two conductors were on all cars during the rush hours -- one to block the exit door from incoming passengers and to start the car, the other collecting fares. The extra men worked only in the downtown district.
"It will be a week, perhaps," said Assistant General Manager W. A. Satterlee, "before the public is familiar with the new system. Accordingly we are putting extra men on to show them. The main difficulty now is to keep passengers from getting in the wrong door. Nobody complains, as there is another within two inches, which is open to them . The front door is closed, so, of course, the public understands it cannot board at that end of the car. We have had several messages telephoned in complimenting us on the innovation."
Ordinarily there are twenty cars and eight trailers on the Troost avenue line during the morning rush hours, and twenty-seven cars with eight trailers at the evening rush time. Yesterday the evening service was augmented to thirty-three cars, making a difference of half a minute between cars. The extras were put on to guard against any delay which might arise through the delay required in making change, the rule being that the car shall not start till the last waiting passenger is taken on, and yet everybody past the conductor shall have paid fare.
NO MORE DEADBEATS.
One of the old conductors laughed as he pointed out two men whose fares he had got. "I have carried them for a year and do not think I got a nickel out of them in all that time," he said "They used to give me a stare that I dare not question, bluffing me out of their fare If I had asked them where they got on they would have said Eighth and Wyandotte, most likely. I suppose they n ever paid the other conductors. They paid me tonight, though. This is pretty tough on the deadbeat."
An inspector, whose attention was called to the small crowd at Tenth and Grand, had a curious explanation.
"The deadbeats are gone," he said. "We known them by name, almost. they go to points like this, where cars always arrive loaded, and then force themselves on the end which the conductor is not working. This class did two things -- they beat the company out of their fares and they crowded passengers The paying passengers suffered from them in the annoying way of having them clock up the aisles. They never wanted seats, preferring to stand, on the alert, ready to leave the car in a natural way the moment they would see the conductor getting close to them. I am certain we carried a front platform load of these deadbeats from Tenth and Grand every night. Their disappearance makes room for ten people to get out of the aisle into the front platform, which is something the other passengers will approve."
Labels: Eighth street, Main street, Metropolitan Street Railway Company, streetcar, Tenth street, Troost avenue, Walnut Street, Wyandotte street
July 14, 1908
ARREST MOVING PICTURE MAN.
Miss Beebe Thompson Says His
Show Is Very Naughty.
Following up the plan outlined some time ago, looking to the better morals of the children and youths, especially in the crowded tenement districts, the Franklin institute recently instructed Miss Beebe Thompson, a settlement worker, to make an investigation of the pictures shown by the cheap amusement companies throughout the city.
As a result, one proprietor, J. J. Dunn, who conducts the "Fairyland" show at 1329 Grand avenue, has been cited to appear in police court this morning and answer charges of exhibiting immoral pictures. Others have been found at various places which to not tend to elevate or instruct the youth or older persons, and complaints will be lodged with Mayor Thomas T. Crittenden, Jr., and an effort made to suppress all such pictures as "The Young Model," the "Thaw-White Tragedy" and others of like nature. It is not the object of the workers, they allege, to suppress the moving picture shows, for these are the amusement places of the poorer classes, and, if properly regulated, will prove a benefit.
The report submitted by Miss Thompson is thorough and covers every amusement place of moving picture class in the city. Those pictures which were found to be pleasing are complimented, and those of immoral nature censured. The mutoscope comes in for most of the censure, for it is in these "penny-in-the-slot" machines that most of the pictures which are disapproved are found.
Labels: amusement, Grand avenue, moving pictures, mutoscope
July 14, 1908
IT'S ALWAYS "IN LINE."
Ex-Governor of Mississippi Talks of
His Own State.
"Mississippi is not only one of the 'solid South,' but it has a greater distinction," said Ex-Governor A. H. Longino at the Coates house last night. "Mississippi not only gave Judge Parker its electoral vote in 1904, but every precinct in the state was carried for the Democratic candidate for president."
The ex-governor was on the way from the Democratic convention in Denver to his home in Jackson, Miss., last night. He stopped off here yesterday to visit some friends and to get a more extensive view of the city than he has ever had before. He comes here frequently to trade at the Kansas City mule market and was a delegate to the convention here in 1900. He was also a delegate to the convention at Denver last week.
Labels: Coates house, Denver, hotels, politics, visitors
July 14, 1908
PUSHKAREFF'S WILL IS FILED.
Russian Houseboat Dweller Left Per-
sonal Property Worth $2,500.
Application for letters of administration of the estate of Nicholas Pushkareff, the Russian caviar dealer who recently died in a houseboat on the Missouri river, were filed yesterday in the probate court. Dr. M. W. Pickard is named as the administrator, and Mrs. Titiana Pushkareff, the wife of the deceased Russian, is named as the sole heir to the estate. Bond was furnished by Dr. Pickard in the sum of $3,000. The estate left by Pushkareff consists of personal property valued at $2,500.
At the time of his death it was thought that Pushkareff was a rich man, but subsequent events have proved otherwise. He came to Kansas City about one year ago, and always seemed plentifully supplied with money, although he lived in the houseboat for the greater part of the time, and his wants were few. Dr. Pickard was Pushkareff's closest friend in America. In Russia Pushkareff was prominent. He had traveled extensively, was well read and intended making America his permanent home.
Labels: boats, doctors, immigrants, Missouri river, probate
July 14, 1908
STOMACH GROWN TOGETHER.
Robert Neudeck Is Slowly Dying of
Starvation in Kansas City, Kas.
Robert Neudeck, a well known resident of Kansas City, Kas., is slowly dying of starvation at his home, 1052 Reynolds avenue. The attending physicians have abandoned hope for his recovery and announce that the end is only a question of a short time.
More than a year ago Mr Neudeck suffered an affliction of the stomach. At first it was not thought to be serious and his doctor placed him on a light diet. The case has baffled the physicians. From all indications the walls of his stomach have grown together.
Mr. Neudeck is a member of one of the oldest and best known families in Wyandotte county. He has been engaged in the mercantile business, and for a number of years was a member of the local police department.
Labels: illness, Kansas City Kas, police
July 13, 1908
PATIENTS SLEEPING IN TENTS.
General Hospital Is Crowded to Point
The new general hospital is certainly a badly needed thing," said an officer at the hospital yesterday. "Look at the crowded condition of the place we are in now. On one side, not more than ten feet away from the walls of the hospital, is the city smallpox pest house, which was put here because the floods drove it out of the East Bottoms The situation of the pest house so close to the main building of the hospital has been a danger which is hard to overestimate.
"In the inclosed space in the middle of the building is the tent in which several patients from the female ward sleep nightly. These are not cases in which open air treatment has been recommended, but they must sleep out there because there is not room enough for them to sleep in the hospital.
"There is another tent on the north side of the building where male patients sleep out of doors for the same reason. The capacity of the hospital exclusive of these outgrowths is 185 patients.
"We expect to move into the new building in two weeks. It will accommodate 540 patients, and will be superior in every way to the building we are now occupying. To say that we welcome the approaching change with gladness is to speak mildly."
Labels: East bottoms, flood, general hospital, smallpox
July 13, 1908
NO ARRESTS BY MOTOR SQUAD.
New Patrolmen Haven't Been Able
to Find Any Speed Outlaws.
Automobilists and drivers have been warned the last four days about keeping within the speed limit, and the motorcycle squad has been getting in practice trailing autos and horses that were going too fast. The squad has patrolled the boulevards and Cliff drive, learning the favorite streets and byways taken by the speedy drivers who are willing to risk being arrested for hitting up a fast pace.
Sunday was the day the squad as to get busy and prove the efficiency of the new motorcycles in overhauling the gasoline wagons, but up until 10 o'clock last night no arrests had been made. It was expected that the cycle men would have two or three arrests each to their credit last night. The officers will be given orders today to be strict in enforcing the speed law from now on.
Labels: automobiles, Cliff drive, motorcycles, police
July 13, 1908
FRIGHTENED TO DEATH
BY DOPE FIEND'S CRIES.
Mrs. Jennie Elmer Was Ill From
Heart Disease in Rooming House
With the Crazed Woman.
When Rosie O'Grady went on a wild rampage last night at 8:45 o'clock she only intended to throw a man named Thomas Miller out of the house but her actions were so violent and terrorising that she literally frightened Mrs. Jennie Elmer to death.
The O'Grady woman was drunk and insane from the use of morphine. She quarreled with Thomas Miler, on the third floor of the rooming house at 501 Walnut street, which is conducted by Mrs. Belle Wilson. Miller ran out of the room and started down the stairs to the second floor. He was urged to greater haste by flower pots and cooking utensils hurled at his head by the hysterical O'Grady woman. She was using profane language and yelling murder at the top of her voice. Mrs. Jennie Elmer was lying in a bed in the rear room on the third floor suffering from heart trouble. She became greatly excited and asked George Conine, a roomer in the house, to call a policeman.
The landlady entered her room to quiet her and said she would call an officer. She went down to the street and summoned Patrolman A. L. Boyd, who went into the house and arrested the O'Grady woman. He was told Mrs. Elmer very low from the shock and excitement. As the policeman was leaving the building with the woman, Mrs. Elmer sank back on the pillows and gasped for breath. Dr. W. L. Gist of the emergency hospital was called by Conine, but the woman was dead when he reached the house. He said Mrs. Elmer had died of heart disease, caused by the fright she had received during the quarrel in the hall just outside of her door.
The police placed Rosie O'Grady, who is about 40 years old, in a cell in the women's department of the holdover. She succeeded in collecting a crowd of curious people around the station by her maniacal cries. She was not told that she had caused the death of the Elmer woman. Mrs. Elmer has a brother living in Leavenworth, Will Darling, formerly proprietor of the Delmonico hotel. A married sister lives in Chicago. Only her first name, Josie, and her husband's name, Lee, are known to the occupants of the rooming house. Their address is 1270 Polk street. The coroner was notified of Mrs. Elmer's death and took charge of the body.
Labels: alcohol, Chicago, death, narcotics, police, rooming house, violence, Walnut Street
July 13, 1908
DOWN IN STREET
AFTER FIRST CAREFULLY RE-
MOVING THE VICTIM'S GLASSES.
POLICEMAN THE AGGRESSOR
DR. JOSEPH ROBINSON IS THE
Of Improper Advances Twoard Pa-
trolman's Wife -- Doctor's Wife
Goes to His Assistance.
Telling him that he had insulted one woman too many, Duke Lee, a policeman of 4314 East Fifteenth street, calmly removed the glasses from the nose of Dr. Joseph H. Robinson, 4412 East Fifteenth street, at Fifteenth street and Kensington avenue, shortly before 7 o'clock last night, and felled him to the ground by a blow in the face. As the physician was regaining his feet he again was sent reeling by a terrific smash on the nose delivered by the sturdy patrolman.
Mrs. Robinson, who had witnessed the affair from an automobile belonging to her husband, ran to the doctor's assistance and grappled with Lee. Mrs. Robinson continued the attack until Lee had entered the hallway leading to his apartments, when she desisted only to render aid to her husband, who by that time had regained his feet.
The men were arrested by Policeman Henry Good on charges of disturbing the peace and taken to No. 6 police station in Dr. Robinson's automobile, from where they later were released after the men had posted bonds of $100 each for their appearance. No charge was preferred against Mrs. Robinson.
The trouble had its origin yesterday afternoon, when Mrs. Lee, who resides in apartments adjacent to the office of Dr. Robinson, confided to her husband that she had been grossly insulted by the physician. Removing his uniform, Lee went into the street in quest of the doctor, but not until some time later did he find him in front of his office tinkering with his automobile, in which was seated his wife, preparatory to starting the machine.
DOCTOR SAYS NOTHING.
"You have insulted one woman too many," said Lee, immediately after which the first blow was delivered. During the ephfusion which followed, Dr. Robinson said nothing other than to invite Lee to accompany him to the station in his automobile, and even later he refused to make a statement.
The affair caused not a little excitement in the neighborhood because of Dr. Robinson figuring in a similar, but probably more serious occurrence on the night of July 6, when he was shot at several times by John Kellenborn, who held some grievance, fancied or otherwise, in which his wife figured against the doctor.
Policeman Lee has been employed by the police department for several years and always has been highly respected in the neighborhood in which he resides. He has been married but a short time, and during the day hours his young wife is alone in their home. Mrs. Lee declares that the proposal made to her was deliberate, and when Dr. Robinson realized that she had been sorely offended he made an effort to apologize and requested that nothing be said of it.
Lee is on the day shift and at the time of his seeking and fining Dr. Robinson was in citizen's apparel. He has expressed himself as being determined to prefer a charge against Dr. Robinson today.
"WHAT HE DESERVED."
When seen at his home last night Lee said he probably should not have been so rash. "But when I thought of that little girl, a girl who probably never heard an indecent word before in her life, I was unable to control myself," said he. "I looked for him, found him and gave him what I thought he deserved. I am willing to answer for it."
Dr. Robinson was not seen last night. Mrs. Robinson, however, said that she is not acquainted with the facts of the case as she and her husband had had no conversation regarding it. Mrs. Robinson said that when sifted down the allegations of Mrs. Lee probably will have little or no foundation. It is said to be the intention of Dr. Robinson to prefer charges against Lee today, and to bring the matter before the police board.
Labels: doctors, Fifteenth street, Kensington, No 6 police station, police, violence
July 13, 1908
BURNHAM'S GUN PLAY
SCARES A REPORTER.
EXCITING INCIDENT IN CAREER
OF THE BAD MAN.
Scribe Was Fresh From School and
His Experience Reminds Other
Newspaper Workers of Some
"I'm glad that Earl Burnham is dead," said the reporter. "All I wish is that he had been hung. He was the only man who ever drew a gun on me."
"I suppose you took it away from him, didn't you?" smiled the assistant city editor.
"Not much. That was three years ago, and I was just out of school. I had been on the paper only a few weeks when they sent me out to talk to Burnham, who had been causing all kinds of trouble by shooting at his wife while he was kidnaping his own child. The paper had been running some stuff that was unfavorable to Burnham, but I didn't know that. I was told to get his side of the story and expected him to welcome me with open arms.
"He was living in a tumble down house in a yard full of big trees out on Eighteenth street. I got there about 10:30 o'clock at night. He was sitting on the back porch. When I went up to him my heart began to thump and I felt as though we two were alone in the world. He jumped up as I came around the corner and growled, 'Whater you want?'
" 'I'm a reporter,' I said timidly, 'and want to talk--'
" 'Get out of here --- --- --,' he shouted, and pulled out a gun that looked three feet long.
"I was more discouraged with the newspaper business at that moment than I ever have been in my life.
"One glance at that gun and I started for the street, jumping from side to side as I had heard that Indians pursued by rangers were wont to do. The house was on a high terrace and I went down that like a swimmer on a slippery slide, picking myself up and jumping on a car that, luckily for me, I thought, was just passing. I was ashamed of my hasty retreat and reported to the office that I couldn't find Burnham."
"That's tame," said the sporting editor who had just come in to answer a phone call as to which man goes out first in a pitch game. "I had a real scare up in Kalamazoo when I was working there. I vanquished a big bartender with a tin pail full of water. I had a reputation as a fighter up there and they always sent me out out when somebody wanted to lick a reporter. There was a bartender who had run off with another man's wife and the office sent me out to ask him why he did it. I heard that the fellow was a scrapper and really I didn't care much why he did it. I found his rooms, though. They were in a block of sort of flats. I knocked on the door and it opened suddenly and a man about six feet six inches tall and weighing more than 200 pounds stood before me.
"I asked him why he did it, and he started after me. There happened to be a tin pail full of water standing near the door. I stooped and grabbed this by the hands and swung it around and let go. It hit him in the face, stopping him. I tore down the stairs and got away. But I never did find out why he did it.
"I was thrown out of a saloon in Pittsburgh once," said the man who had recently joined the force. "I went in to cover a political meeting of a gang that my paper was against. They knew me and grabbed me before I could say a word. The bartender got one side and the president of the meeting the other and the way they shot me through those swinging doors wasn't slow. I landed on the sidewalk and started for a cop. The place was pinched and the bartender and the president of the meeting got $100 and costs, while all the others got $10 and costs."
"I know just how that feels," put in a reporter who wore glasses and did police on Sunday.
"I went after a picture of a Dago girl in St. Louis once, and when I insisted, a bunch of her admirers threw me downstairs. I rolled into a cop at the bottom and he suggested that I go back. I picked up a brick and followed him, and with his assistance I got the picture."
"I had a deal like that once. A cop helped me get a picture," recalled another reporter. "I was sent out for a picture of a girl who was about to marry a freak She wouldn't give me a picture, but when she stepped out of the room I was a picture of her on the mantel and slipped it into my pocket. She yelled and grabbed me. Her father came on the scene and demanded the picture. I dept it an he called a policeman. Father stood between me and the door until the policeman came and then demanded that the cop search me. I knew the policeman an we quietly winked at each other. He told the father that I couldn't be searched except at police headquarters and took me away with him, promising to send back the picture if it was found on me.
"We got around the first corner and he told me to beat it. I hurried to the office, had the etcher take a shot at the picture an then rushed back to the police station,where I turned the photograph over to the waiting policeman. He returned it to the father an daughter two hours after I had been escorted away from the house."
"Talk about pictures," said the assistant head artist, who had stuck his head in the door as he was passing, "I had a big fight once. Went with a reporter out to get a story from a woman who was suing for divorce. The reporter was to get the story while I was to sit quiet and make a sketch of the woman -- we had tried all sorts of schemes to get a photograph of her but had failed. I had a good sketch when her little daughter looked over my shoulder. I had been pretending to take notes while I was sketching. The girl saw the picture and said, 'Oh, mamma, look at the picture.' The woman started toward me and said, 'Don't you dare make a picture of me if you don't want to get in trouble.' She turned and called two of her brothers. As she turned her head I slipped the paper with the sketch on it into my pocket and still held the rest of the paper. The top sheet luckily had a few pencil marks on it. The reporter and I were backing for the door when the brothers came in. One grabbed the paper I was holding. I made a play and tried to hold it. He jerked it away and the reporter and I broke for the door. They thought they had the sketch and didn't try to stop us. We had the picture in the morning, all right."
Labels: guns, newspapers, The Journal
July 12, 1908
MEETING AT BONNER
WAS A HUGE JOKE.
"GRAND RALLY" TURNED OUT
TO BE NEGRO PICNIC.
Candidates From K. C., K., Who Had
Provided Money for the Fried
Chicken and Watermelon,
Are a Sore Bunch.
The first crate of lemons, those of the nice large sour juicy variety, was opened yesterday and passed around among about forty candidates seeking nomination at next month's primaries. The distribution took place in a grove just outside the town where a "grand old rally" was to take place. The candidate had all contributed money to help defray the expense with the understanding that the event would be of much political importance and one long to be remembered.
It will be remembered all right by those candidates who donated to the cause, as the biggest joke played on them in all of their political experience. The managers of the affair had promised to have Cyrus Leland, W. J. Bailey and other speakers of prominence as the principal orators of the day.
When the candidates reached Bonner on a Union Pacific train at 11 o'clock and asked where the big rally was being held, they were surprised with the answer, "What rally?"
"Why, the big Republican meeting today."
"Oh, yes, now that I think about it, I did hear something about a meeting that was to be held here, but none of us people know anything concerning it.. We have been trying to find out something about it ourselves. There is a negro picnic being held out in the grove north of town."
The candidates started out on foot to locate the picnic grounds. Upon their arrival at the grove they found a number of negroes enjoying themselves in the shade of the trees The men who had collected the money from the candidates to defray the expenses of the "big rally" announced that Leland and Bailey were unable to be present. Other speakers billed for the occasion were also conspicuous by their absence. The candidates were very much disappointed, but circulated around the grounds until the first train bound for Kansas City arrived.
The candidates declared that they had been "stung" by some of their colored constituents. Some of them took turn about kicking each other, while others laughed it off, claiming that it might have been worse. It seems that no arrangements had been made for the meeting, other than the collection made from the candidates. Before the candidates left the grounds, however, F B. Dawes of Leavenworth, who happened to be in Bonner on business, delivered a short patriotic address which was followed by brief talks by four of the candidates.
In anticipation of a political meeting Samuel Hackley of Kansas City, Kas., was on the scene with his box kites with large banners bearing the names of Taft and Sherman and the picture of Mr. Leland.
The candidates were all of one mind -- they had been jobbed, that was all.
Labels: Bonner Springs, Kansas City Kas, picnics, politics, pranks, race, railroad
July 12, 1908
CHALLENGED HIM TO A DUEL.
Paul Swanson Said Harry Pulliam
Had Wronged His Sweetheart.
Because he wanted to be gallant to his sweetheart whom he thought to have been insulted by Harry Pulliam, a married man, Paul Swanson, 20 years old, of 805 Colorado avenue, Kansas City, Kas., yesterday wrote a rash letter that acted like a boomerang. In it was expressed a regular ultimatum. He said he would shoot Pulliam on sight if he would not meet him in an honorable duel with pistols at ten paces. Pulliam was alive and well at a late hour last night. Swanson was angrily pacing the concrete floor of an iron bound den at police headquarters. He will be turned over to the federal authorities Monday, charged with sending a threatening letter through the mails.
"I told him I would kill him," he exclaimed between his clenched teeth to the officers who took him in charge "He's a cowardly cur. My girl went to his place to take care of his sick wife. She went there like a good Samaritan into a den of reptiles. She is a pure child, loved and respected by everyone who knows her. Pulliam is a contemptible ingrate and worse. If we meet at all it must be for the final struggle, for I will kill him on sight."
Ethel Hicks, 16 years old, is the sweetheart of Swanson. She appeared in the Wyandotte county attorney's office yesterday afternoon and swore out a warrant for Pulliam, who lives at 235 Forest avenue. Pulliam had not been arrested last night.
Labels: jail, Kansas City Kas, romance
July 12, 1908
BOOZE CLAIMS TWO MORE.
Victims of Whisky Habit Die in
Two deaths occurred in the emergency hospital last night, and alcohol was the immediate cause of each death. W. Morris, 26 years old, Twenty-fourth and Summit streets, was a patient at St. Margaret's hospital, Kansas City, Kas., and was sent to this city to be placed in the city holdover for safekeeping. Later he was taken to the emergency hospital. It is said he was in the hait of consuming one uart of whisky a day.
H. P. Kemper, 305 Walnut street, was taken from Scott's saloon, Third and Walnut streets, to the emergency hospital. The physicians were not able to make a definite diagnosis of his ailment. Kemper died while having a spasm rought on from acute alcholism or morphia poisoning.
Labels: alcohol, emergency hospital, hospitals, Kansas City Kas, saloon, Summit street, Third street, Twenty-fourth street, Walnut Street
July 12, 1908
WAS HE NEGRO, MEXICAN OR INDIAN?
Undertakers Puzzled by
The body of an unidentified man was picked up on the tracks of the Belt Line near Wyoming street, Friday night. Thinking that the body was that of a negro the railroad employes sent the body to Countee Bros., negro undertakers, who embalmed it. Dr. O. H. Parker was called to view the body and pronounced it that of a Mexican. He therefore ordered it removed to the undertaking rooms of Eylar Bros., at Fourteenth and Main streets. It is now thought that the body is that of an Indian. It is large limbed and possesses all of the charactaristics of that race.
Labels: Belt line, Deputy Coroner Parker, Native Americans, race, undertakers, Wyoming street
July 12, 1908
ALBERT KING NOT IMPROVING.
Reporter Victim of Saloonkeeper
Thug in Grave Condition.
The condition of Albert H. King, the Journal reporter, who suffered severe injuries by the beating and kicking Jack Gallagher gave him last Wednesday afternoon, is very little improved. There is a slight improvement in the injuries to the face and eye. Hot applications are constantly applied to the right cheek, which was badly bruised. Mr. King's back is still very weak and he is unable to use his legs. He has lost control of his legs, besides being too weak to stand upon them. He has not been able to partake of any solid food since Gallagher's attack on him. His teeth were loosened by being kicked several times in the mouth.
Labels: Jack Gallagher, saloon, The Journal, violence
July 12, 1908
NO TRACE OF THE PICKLE BOY.
Bodies Found Do Not Answer the
No trace of George Wesley Pickle, the boy who disappeared from his home at 1429 Summit street June 30, has been obtained by the police, and the man who is being held awaiting the investigation of the case is still in the county jail, but is remaining on his own volition, as no charge has been place d against him. Several bodies found in the Missouri and other rivers have been examined, but in each case it has been found that the body does not answer to the description of George Pickle.
The parents, Mr. and Mrs. Andrew J. Pickle, are firm in their belief that the boy is dead. Officers are still at work upon the case, but have uncovered no clues.
Labels: jail, missing, Missouri river, Summit street
July 11, 1908
METHOD IS FULLY EXPLAINED
BY REV. A. T. OSBORN.
USED A LANTERN SLIDE AND
WORKED BY DAY, ONLY.
Minister Says He Solved the Imposi-
tion After a Long Season of
Prayer and Much Prac-
Spirit portrait painting, mind reading, spirit writing, spirit attendance, and all kinds of black magic are quite simple to do after one knows how -- So Rev. Andrew T. Osborn demonstrated in his expose of things spiritual and supernatural at the Grand Avenue Methodist church last night. The principal feature of the exposition was the spirit portrait painting as done by the Bangs sisters in Kansas City some weeks ago.
These sisters advertised that they were able to paint the portrait of any person who was dead, either as they were at the time of death or as they were at the time the portrait was painted. The consequence was that they painted many pictures in Kansas City and received a vast amount of money from many persons, over $10,000 from one individual. The pictures, on the whole, were so realistic and natural that they caused many people to have strong faith in the ability of the Bangs sisters to paint the pictures of departed ones.
It was Rev. Mr. Osborn's purpose last night to show that there was absolutely nothing supernatural about the work and his demonstration was undoubtedly a success.
"The Bangs sisters rented a luxurious apartment in Kansas City. They had much fine tapestry and many things which hid the crudeness of the work which you will see tonight," said he in introducing the work. "I am not here to fool you or to mystify you, so my work will be done without the blinding tapestry used by the two women in their work, but it will be just as successful and will be done exactly as their work was done.
PICTURE WAS CONCEALED.
"It is a peculiar fact that all seances for pictures had to be held in the day time. The person wishing a picture was asked to bring a photograph of the departed person with them. When they entered the room the picture was turned over to one of the Bangs sisters and placed in a double slate. The slate had a spring in it which was pressed by one of the sisters and handed to a hidden confederate. The secret spring could not be noticed by the person who desired the picture, as the slate was placed on a table with a false bottom.
"Then the Bangs sisters told the customer to select one of the various canvases which were placed in the room. The canvas selected was placed in a window. The curtain was drawn to the top of the canvas and side curtains drawn down its side. The only light which could get into the room then was the rays through the white canvas.
"While all of these details are being arranged the picture has been transferred to the film of a stereopticon lantern and replaced in the slate. The lantern is hidden from view in many rich curtains, and its rays are invisible because they are focused upon the white canvas through which the rays of the sun are seen. The two lights counteract each other and there is no added brightness.
"Now we are ready for the picture. The Bangs sisters sit at either side of the table directly under the canvas. The person desiring the picture is seated two or three feet in front of the canvas, his back to the stereopticon lantern. Then he is told to think of the face which is to be painted by spirit hands, and to think of nothing else.
"Deeply engrossed in thought, the person notices the form of the dead relative slowly and indistinctly appear upon the canvas. The confederate is slowly focusing the rays upon the sheet. It is marvelous. For the face and form of the dead relative slowly and indistinctly appear upon the sheet. It is marvelous. For the face and form of the relative grows distinct, and suddenly a beautiful picture is upon the screen.
PICTURE WAS CONCEALED.
"Perhaps, as in one case of which I know, the details do not exactly suit. Then the picture is suddenly wiped away and after the confederate has put a few daubs of paint here and there, changed the color of the eyes or such, it is again thrown upon the canvas, slowly and impressively , and it then suits the customer in every detail."
The minister was working while he talked and explained. He used a picture of William McKinley, and had it thrown upon the crude canvas which he constructed, minus the window and the tapestry. A very small boy operated the steropticon lantern, but when Rev. Mr. Osborn decided to change the expression about the late president's eyes, he took charge of the lantern himself. A few touches about the eyes and when the picture was seen again the eyes were light instead of dark.
"The marvelous angel painting has awed the customer by this time, but he is ordered to remain perfectly still and silent, lest he frighten away the spirit and the picture vanish. It will take some hours for it to become so impressed upon the canvas, he is told, that it will not fade away The Bangs sisters request that he come tomorrow for the finished picture, as it will be entirely ready then.
"By the time tomorrow comes, the picture has been reproduced upon a duplicate canvas which is laid between the original one and a false one. The whole is placed upon a trick table and when the customer returns for the picture of his dead brother, he is asked to place his hands firmly upon the canvas laid on the table in order to transfer the original print to the second and durable canvas While he is doing this the secret spring in the trick table, which costs $2.50 in Chicago, is pressed by one of the sisters and the bottom canvas disappears. It is then time to lift the original window canvas, and on the one beneath is seen the picture of the dead one, painted by sacred spirit hands. Oh, it's very easy and there is nothing supernatural about it whatever.
ONE DIDN'T BELIEVE HIM.
Someone in the audience who had received a picture of her dead sister without having taken a picture to the Bangs sisters' seance, challenged the minister in his statements. Rev. Mr. Osborn did not have time nor the facilities at hand in order to illustrate how that feature was overcome, but he explained fully.
"You went into the room at the Bangs sisters," said he, "and told them that you wanted a picture of your sister who had been dead a given time. The chances are that there was at least a resemblance between you and you were made to tell her age at the time she died. The confederate has a camera in behind the tapestry and she then, in this case it was a girl, takes a picture of you.
"After it has been transferred to the stereopticon lantern, which process takes only a few minutes, it is thrown upon the canvas in the window and then you make our criticisms, if there were any needed. If your sister was very young the picture looked older. She had grown somewhat in the spirit land, you see. If she was old at the time of her death, she looks younger, according to the way you look. She had grown younger in the spirit land, for in that place all wrinkles and signs of age disappear. That satisfies you, for it is explained in the catalogue of the Bangs sisters work, which you had read. You expected it and so there was not much criticism. Anyhow, it was a very beautiful picture.
MANY THANKED HIM.
The person who made the objection seemed to be entirely satisfied. The explanation had been a correct history of the case as it was with the Bangs sisters. The whole process, according to Rev. Mr. Osborn, depended upon the stereopticon lantern, which could not be seen by the visitor. Not being able to see anything which was responsible for the appearance of the picture, they were naturally mystified; and inasmuch as the Bangs sisters at either side of their table sat perfectly motionless and as in a trance, it was not hard for the applicant to believe that the portrait was done by angel hands. Rembrandt, for example.
All of Rev. Mr. Osborn's work in the angel portrait painting was done in the light, where his every move could be detected and also the actions of his young confederate. There was no attempt on his part to veil the painting with mystery. Many of those who objected so strenuously in the charges that he made against the Bangs sisters at his expose Thursday night were convinced that they had seen the solution of the "mystery" and pressed around Rev. Mr. Osborn after the meeting to express their thanks.
Labels: Chicago, churches, con artist, Grand avenue, ministers, stereopticons
July 11, 1908
WHITE MAN KILLS NEGRO.
May Holliway, Negress, Was Only
Witness, and Doesn't Know Slayer.
Following a quarrel of a week ago, Phil McGill, a negro bottler at the Imperial brewery, and a driver of a beer wagon at the same brewery, met last night and renewed the quarrel, which finally ended in the shooting and killing of McGill. McGill was walking south on the Frisco railroad tracks at 9 o'clock with May Holliway when they met the driver, who is a white man. The negro is said to have told the white man that he did not want any trouble, that it was all over as far as he was concerned
The Holliway girl says the white man replied: "I know that it is over and over right now," and that he then pulled a revolver and shot at McGill. The first time the gun hung fire, and the man pulled the trigger a second time, shooting McGill through the jaw. As McGill fell to the ground the man fired two more shots into his body and then ran. May Holliway was the only witness and is held at No. 3 station. The man who did the shooting is not known to the police and the Holliway negress doe not know his name. McGill was 23 years old and lived near Thirtieth and Summit streets.
Labels: breweries, guns, murder, No 3 police station, race, Summit street, Thirtieth street
July 10, 1908
THEY OFFER $1,000 IF HE EX-
POSES THEIR METHOD.
Rev. Andrew T. Osborn Declares He
Can Paint "Spirit Pictures,"
and That It's All a Fake.
He'll Do It Tonight.
There was a lack of harmony between the advocates of spiritualism and Rev. Andrew T. Osborn, versed in the ways of mediums and the occult psychic phenomenon, at an expose in the Grand Avenue Methodist church last night. At times relations were so strained between the two, chiefly on the part of the spiritualists, that loud and somewhat sarcastic talk was frequently indulged.
It all came through the well known Bangs sisters, lately of Kansas City. These sisters, who trafficked in the life and sayings of the "other world," made quite an impression upon the spiritualistic sect in Kansas City. Their chief means of revenue was in painting pictures "by angel hands" of people in the spirit world. These sisters amassed a fortune by causing to be painted, through "supernatural means," the likeness of the dead upon a canvas which was stretched across a window.
Rev. Mr. Osborn, after some study and praying hit upon a scheme of "angel painting." To a select circle of friends he demonstrated his ability along such lines, and then declared the Bangs sisters to be frauds and fakirs. These pictures, according to Rev. Mr. Osborn, are drawn by mental suggestion. Just how the mental suggestion is worked in he has not yet explained, but at the same time he charged the Bangs sisters with having deceived the people of Kansas City. that he himself is able to cause these "angel pictures" to appear at will is declared to be a fact by many people who have seen him do it.
THEY CHALLENGE HIM.
Soon after the minister made his charges they were carried to the Bangs sisters by their many friends and followers in Kansas City. The result was that the minister received a telegram yesterday from the Chicago Inter Ocean, the Bangs sisters, being now in Chicago, setting forth the following:
"The Bangs sisters will give you $1,000 if you can prove your charges. Wire if you accept."
Rev. Mr. Osborn did accept, and so wired the Inter Ocean. It was in calling these Bangs sisters fakirs that the spirit antagonism was aroused among the spiritualists present last night. Before Rev. Mr. Osborn began his expose he read the telegram which has been quoted, asking that at least a dozen of his audience remain after the performance in order to give him moral support for his undertaking in Chicago. A dozen of the audience did stay, more than a dozen, fifty of them in fact, spiritualists in a big majority.
"It's easy and perfectly simple," said the minister in his talk to them, concerning the "angel painting. It is done by the influence of mind and by that niche. There is absolutely nothing supernatural about the work. The picture which is handed to you is not the picture of the person who is dead. That is not an exact likeness. The painter is usually criticized for his work in details and so he finds it easy to correct the picture.
"For example: The Bang sisters painted a picture of a young lady who has been dead for some time. The eyes and other details were left very indistinct. The person who had applied for the picture objected, saying that her sister had darker and more distinct eyes than that. Of course the picture was immediately caused to disappear and other one which better suited to the gullible sister was painted in its place."
HAD TO TAKE A PICTURE.
"That is not so," said Mrs. F. Cushman, who had secured a picture of her dead sister from the Bangs sisters. "They do not make the changes. They didn't in mine, and I never heard of them doing it before. The Bangs sisters never knew my sister. They did not even know her first name. They had never seen a picture of her, for I have the only one in existence."
"Ah, there it is," broke in the minister. "You were told that it would be necessary for you to bring a picture to the seance, weren't you?"
"Yes, but it was sealed in an envelope when I went into the room. The Bangs Sisters did not see it before the picture was drawn."
The minister smiled condescendingly, but he did not ask Mrs. Cushman any more questions.
It developed that there were very few who would come out openly and side with the minister, while there were many who had absolute faith in the work and ability of the Bangs sisters.
"If he can do all that he says he can; if he can make pictures appear and stay like the Bangs sisters could, he wouldn't be in the ministry," remarked Mrs. Cushman to a gathering of her sympathisers. "There's too much money in the other business for that."
The Rev. Mr. Osborn held his peace. He says he will do the "angel painting" at his expose and lecture on the occult psychic phenomena at the Grand Avenue Methodist church.
Rev. Mr. Osborn's work last night was done to explain the method of hypnotism and mental suggestion. He explained the so-called visions people frequently have and are unable to explain. This explanation was that they are seen, but that the person is in such a condition, mentally, through much suggestion, impression or, mental shock that he transforms material objects until they look like the thing which he expects to see. Examples of making tigers out of tree stumps while walking up in the mountain wood; of a widow having seen he husband, who turned out to be a gate post, were given to illustrate his point.
Mental telepathy was explained by comparing it to wireless telegraphy, Rev. Osborn believing that certain brain cells in one individual are so constructed or convulsions so imprinted concerning like subjects, that by intense thinking the thought form one person may be transferred to the mind of another.
His tests last night were only with hypnotism. A group of young men went upon the rostrum of the church at his request and allowed themselves to be put under his hypnotic influence.
Rev. Mr. Osborn is the pastor of the Bennington Heights Methodist Church in this city. He has long made a study of the occult phenomena and is able to do many very mysterious things Tonight he will give the exposition of the "angel painting" work and illustrate and explain the methods of mind reading. The proceeds which are made from the lectures will go towards the building fund of the new Bennington Heights church.
Labels: Chicago, churches, con artist, Grand avenue, ministers, telegram
July 10, 1908
NEW RECRUITS TO THE CAMP.
One Hundred Little Ones Will Go to
the Country Today.
Relays of children will be changed today at the Salvation Army's fresh air camp. About 100 will be taken out and the forty-two who have been at the camp a week will be brought back to their homes unless it is found that they need more of the fresh air.
"Mong the principal features of the camp," siad Colonel Blanche B. Cox,"is the supplying of wholesome food. It is our aim to give the children all the meat that it will be good for them to eat in the summer time, but we intend to make a specialty of milk and eggs for their diet We think that proper feeding will do as much good in getting their bodies into health and strength as the fresh air, the exercise, and the sleeping out of doors."
Only $8 came in for the fresh air camp yesterday and $10 for the penny ice.
Labels: charity, children, ice, Salvation Army
July 10, 1908
HE WAS HUNGRY FOR
THE COTTON FIELDS.
So Dennis Kane, 93 Years Old, Started
to Walk From Chicago
Dennis Kane, aged 93, who in six weeks had walked the entire distance from Chicago, arrived at the Helping Hand yesterday. Bound for Veanvior, La., where he will re-enter the Confederate Soldiers' home, he will again take the road this morning, and expects to have arrived at his destination within five weeks.
During the war Dennis Kane, then in his prime, served with a Confederate company and participated in several leading battles. While the war was in progress he became acquainted with and married one of the prominent women of New Orleans, who died within a year. At the close of the war he entered into the plantation business and for a time prospered Finally ill fortune overtook him and the business was lost.
Without funds the former plantation owner was compelled to seek employment in the capacity of an ordinary laborer of a man whom he had previously employed and trained. Finally this plantation was sold, its owner going North, Dennis Kane went to look for a job elsewhere. Years passed, and finally Kane made application and was admitted to the Confederate home at Veanvoir.
While in this home he heard from his former employe, former employer and friend. He was in Chicago and invited Dennis to come and spend the balance of his days with him. This invitation was accepted, and last February the two old friends were reunited.
Al went well until the death of the friend two months ago, and, although his family endeavored to persuade Dennis to stay with them always, he refused, saying he intended returning to the South. Without funds, therefore, he left them and started afoot across the breadth of the country for the scenes of his boyhood.
"I attribute my health to three things," said Dennis, speaking of himself yesterday. "First, I have never drunk liquor; second, I have never used tobacco, and third, because I believe in Christ and trust Him. There is nothing else to tell," said he. "I am going home and am sure to get there. I am well and strong. I can walk well and will be glad when I arrive once more where I can get a whiff of the cotton fields."
Labels: Chicago, Civil War, Helping Hand, New Orleans, Seniors, veterans, visitors
July 9, 1908
GYPSY KING MOVES HIS THRONE.
Yohanowic Is Told by Police to Get
Out of Town.
The throne of Peter Yohanowic, King of the Gypsies -- at least those encamped in Wyandotte county -- is tottering. This announcement coming so soon after the birth of an heir to the throne, which event was celebrated only a couple of days ago, will doubtless occasion some surprise, but the present peril in which the house of Yohanowic stands is not due to any revolutionary movement on the parts of the king's subjects. The Gypsies are still loyal to his majesty King Peter, but yesterday two policemen, just ordinary every day coppers, called upon his highness in the royal 6x8 canvas palace at Eighteenth street and Everett avenue, and served notice upon the king and his followers that they would have to "hike" from their present location. King Peter only smiled when the drilling proclamation was read to him, and without protest promised to go. In the afternoon the house of Yohanowic was moved to a vacant plot of ground in old Kerr's park just outside city limits.
The clash between the police and King Peter was occasioned by numerous complaints filed with Chief of Police D. E. Bowden by people living in the vicinity of the former Gypsy camp. Members of the Gypsy band have been working that section of the city with a fortune telling stunt Women claim they have been annoyed by the fortune tellers and in some instances badly frightened. One woman stated that after she had given a Gypsy 50 cents for the telling of her fortune she demanded that she be given a pair of lace curtains which adorned one of the windows in the ho use Upon being refused she declared she would cast a spell over the woman and her children. Several instances of this kind have been reported and Chief Bowden decided to move the king and his people outside the city limits.
Labels: con artist, Kansas City Kas, Police Chief Bowden
July 9, 1908
NEWSBOYS AT FAIRMOUNT PARK.
Were the Guests of Union's President and
As the guests of President Sam Milinkowsky and the officials at Fairmount park, about 100 newsboys, members of the Newsboys' Union No. 1, enjoyed a picnic at Fairmount park yesterday. The boys made the trip to the park in a special car and spent the day at the various amusements and in games of their own. They were given the privilege of visiting the merry-go-round, moving picture show, rocky road to Dublin and mystic cave in addition to the swimming in the lake. Ice cream and cake were served as refreshments.
In the afternoon contests in footracing were held. Abe Sheftel won the dash for boys under the age of 8 years, Max Ducov that for boys under 10 years, Joe Sheftel for boys under 12 years, Tom Cohen for the boys under 14 years and Alec Greenberg for boys under 16 years. Each dash was 100 yards.
Labels: children, fairmount park, moving pictures, picnics, sports, swimming
July 9, 1908
All Motor Cars Run on Low Gear
Schedule Over the Boulevards.
All that was needed yesterday to make the most speedy motorist slow down his car was the slight of the white cap. The white cap meant speed regulation on the boulevards, for under that white cap was one of the motor cycle police squad mounted on a brand new 60-mile-an-hour-motor cycle.
The three men who constitute the motor squad were ordered before Police Captain Walter Whitsett yesterday morning and the speed ordinance read to them. They were given their instructions and told to report to headquarters by telephone at the end of every hour. The hours that these cyclists serve during the day remains a profound mystery. The only way to find them is to try scorching on the boulevards every three hours. If you get caught you're it; if you don't you'll know that the cyclist is at the other end of the next boulevard.
Labels: automobiles, Captain Whitsett, motorcycles, police, telephone
July 9, 1908
OF BRUTAL ATTACK.
ALBERT H. KING ASSAULTED BY
IN FRONT OF
THE ATTACK IS COWARDLY AND
King's Injuries Are Serious and Sa-
loonkeeper's Case Will Be Pre-
sented to Grand Jury -- Was
Struck From Behind.
Jack Gallagher, Democratic politician, former policeman and saloonist, assaulted Albert H. King, a reporter for The Journal, while the two were in friendly conversation in the street in front of police headquarters late yesterday afternoon. Frank Frost a reporter for the Kansas City Star, who Gallagher says was scheduled for a like assault, escaped the brute strength of the big saloonkeeper by rushing into the police station to call out officers to ave King.
Gallagher was arrested, but immediately began a legal battle to gain his freedom. Milton J. Oldham, a lawyer hurried to the holdover from the police board rooms but his efforts to get the prisoner released were fruitless. Mr. King was taken to the emergency hospital, where the surgeons in attendance declined to examine him until the shock he had sustained had worn off. His injuries were later discovered to be serious, and John W. Hogan, an assistant prosecuting attorney, was called to take the injured man's statement. The assistant prosecutor at once placed a bar against the release of Gallagher by stating that he would prepare a serious charge against him, to be served immediately if political friends of the saloonist politician should succeed in getting the police department to accept a bond.
Mr. King, who is a reporter for The Journal assigned to police duty, is still at the emergency hospital. He is not an able-bodied man because of injuries received in the Spanish-American war, and the attending physicians fear his injuries may prove permanent.
BOARD EASY WITH HIM.
Yesterday afternoon, Mr. King attended a meeting of the board of police commissioners The board had before it charges against Gallagher for selling liquor on Sunday at 8 East Fourth street, directly across the street from the entrance to Central police station, and operating a crap game at his other saloon, 310 Independence avenue. The charges regarding the last named place were postponed until the next meeting, but the board closed the Fourth street place. Milton J. Oldham, attorney for Gallagher, stated last night that the board promised him they would give Gallagher a chance and let his Independence avenue saloon run, but that the Sunday selling at 8 East Fourth street has been so flagrant a violation of the board's orders that the license would have to be forfeited.
Gallagher and Mr. King have been acquaintances for some time, and, immediately after the court meeting Gallagher invited Mr. King to go across the street and take a drink before the police closed his place. Mr. King declined, stating that he was too busy at that time. On the stairs a few minutes later Gallagher again extended the invitation and again Mr. King, who was busy about his day's work, declined.
In the press room on the main floor of the city hall Mr. King and Frank Frost, a reporter for the Kansas City Star, were discussing various orders made by the police board a few minutes later when Gallagher opened the door and with a smile, asked the two across to his place.
"I guess we had better go," said Frost.
"Cheer up," said Gallagher to Mr. King, and the latter reached for his cane and the three went into the street.
Gallagher's place, the one soon to be closed by the board's order, made earlier in the afternoon, is immediately across Fourth street from the main entrance to the Central police station. It was there that Gallagher, growing reckless in his prosperity as a saloonkeeper, had openly sold liquor on Sundays until the place was raided by the police from the Walnut street station a week ago last Sunday. It was the evidence secured in this raid which the police board considered sufficient for revoking the license.
A COWARDLY ASSAULT.
As Mr. King, who, on account of former injuries, must carry a cane to steady himself, stepped from the curb into the street, Gallagher fell back a step between Mr. King and Mr. Frost. Just as they reached the center of the narrow street Gallagher took a hurried step forward and struck Mr. King in the forehead. The reporter fell to the pavement.
Mr. Frost immediately hurried back into the police station door and called to the assembled officers and men:
"Jack Gallagher is killing King."
Knowing Gallagher as a "bad" man, every police officer in the station was alert in an instant. Patrolman John J. Crane hurriedly took a pistol from the desk and Captain Walter Whitsett and Detective Inspector Charles Ryan, both shut off from the main lobby of the station, hurried to the door. Patrolman Joseph Welsh followed.
In the meantime in the street Mr. King was at the mercy of the brutal saloonkeeper. Gallagher struck him again as he tried to get up , and then kicked him in the back. Mr. King rolled over, and the big saloonkeeper brought his heel down on the right side of the reporter's face, cutting a jagged wound across the face. As he kicked Mr. King in the ribs Patrolman Patrick Boyle grappled with him. He had reached the street ahead of Captian Whitsett, Inspector Ryan and Patrolman Crane, the latter being the only armed man in the crowd.
CARRIED TO HOSPITAL.
Gallagher did not resist arrest, as the police had expected, and was led into the station door, but a few feet away, by Boyle, while Captain Whitsett, Inspector Ryan and newspaper reporters who had hurried from the press room at the head of the stairs, picked up the inured man Gallagher, was locked up, charged with investigation, and Mr.King was carried around the corner of the building to the emergency hospital.
Upstairs in the police board rooms Commissioners A. E. Gallagher and Elliot H. Jones were just leaving their chairs. They heard the commotion in the central station below and went down to investigate. When they learned the circumstances of the assault, both commissioners became agitated. Commissioner Galagher went to the commanding officer's desk and admonished those in charge to hold Jack Gallagher, the saloonkeeper, unless a heavy bond was furnished.
"I don't think he ought to be released uner any circumstances," said Commissioner Jones.
The assault was considered unusually brutal by police officers and other witnesses, and the story soon reached the office of R. L. Gregory, acting mayor, Gus Pearson, city comptroller, and John Murray, formerly a newspaper reporter, saw the assault from the corner of Fourth and Main sterets as they were boarding a street car. They went at once to the emergency hospital and soon were joined by Mr. Gregory.
HELD HIM WITHOUT BOND.
The acting mayor asked Mr. King about the assault and then went at once to police headquarters, where he gave orders that Gallagher be held without bond. Mr. Gregory was closeted with Captain Walter Whitsett for several minutes and, when he emerged from the captain's office, assured those outside that the prisoner would be held for the customary twenty-four hours, when a charge must be placed against him. Assistant Prosecutor Hogan had taken Mr. Kin's statement by that time, and stated that if Gallagher's attorney saw fit to sue out a writ of habeas corpus he would have the prisoner held for the prosecutor. Mr. Hogan said he would call the assault to the attention of the grand jury this morning.
Immediately after Attorney Oldham appeared, Jack Spillane and Patrick Larkin, the latter a Sixth ward politician, were called tot he station to furnish bond.
When told that no bond would be accepted Oldham demanded that a charge be placed against Gallagher. He boasted that he would clear the saloonkeeper of any charge which would be brought Spillane, a sidewalk inspector for the city, was very angry when he found he not furnish a bond big enough to get his slugger friend out of the holdover. Thoroughly baffled, the trio later telephoned for a dinner to be served the prisoner and left the station.
Mr. Oldham and Gallagher told him that he had intended to assault Frank Frost, the Kansas City STar reporter, who went into the street with him and Mr. King, but failed because the police got action too quickly for him.
"He told me," said Mr. Oldham, "that King had double-crossed him and was responsible for his Fourth street pace being raided."
Mr. King, who knew of the flagrant violation of the Sunday law by Gallagher, did not have anything to do with the raid. He had not written a line about the place for the paper which employs him and had told Tom Gallagher as much when the latter, a week ago, asked him why he was "sore at his brother Jack.
"Jack is my friend," was the reply Mr. King made to Tom Gallagher.
INJURED IN PHILIPPINES.
Previous to his career as a newspaper reporter Albert King had been an invalid for many months. He had received injuries in the Philippine islands while in the army and had wlaked on crutches a long time after being mustered out of the service. Mr. King was enlisted in the army here as a private in the Thirty-second United States infantry in July, 1899. He sailed for the Philippines in September the same year. In the islands he became regimental sergeant major.
On the night of August 5, 1900, while the building where he was quartered was under fire, he fell down a flight of stone steps while attempting, in pajamas and cartridge belt, to get to the first floor to consult with his superior officer. He was an invalid in a Manila hospital and later at the Presidio, San Francisco. December 28, 1900, he was mustered out of service and sent to his home, 3031 Wabash avenue, Kansas City.
Mr. Kings injuries from the assault include an injured spine and a severe shock to his legs, which were so long paralyzed. The right side of his face is cut and bruised and the attending physician, Dr. J. Park Neal, feared last night that blood poisoning might result from the jagged wound in his face. His ribs on both sides are injured, but the physician had not discovered if any were fractured because the injured man was in too great pain to permit a thorough examination.
JONES "LACKS INFORMATION."
In regard to the standing of Jack Gallagher as a saloonkeeper, Commissiner Elliott H. Jones last night said:
"It was reported to the police commissioners taht Gallagher's place on East Fourth street was open on Sunday and after closing h ours. For this reason the board refused to grant him a renewal of his license to operate that saloon."
Mr. Jones was asked if he thought Gallagher a fit man to run a saloon or if he deemed him worthy of the privelge after having made such a brutal attack upon a man as he had done upon Albert King. Mr. Jones said he could not answer that question without going into the case to greater extent than he had already done.
Commissioner Jones was then asked: "If any manmakes an attack on another while walking on the street while the victim is under the impression that there is no feeling of hostility between them; if the attack be sudden and unexpected and very brutal in its nature, should such a man be granted the privelege of owning and operating a saloon?"
The commissioner refused to answer the question.
Labels: alcohol, Captain Whitsett, Commissioner Gallagher, Commissioner Jones, Dr J Park Neal, Fourth street, Jack Gallagher, newspapers, police board, politics, Robert Lee Gregory, saloon, Spanish-American War, The Journal, veterans, violence, Wabash avenue
July 9, 1908
THEIR DREAM WILL
END AT POOR FARM.
RUNAWAY COUPLE COULD NOT
FACE A CRAFTY WORLD.
Mrs. W. T. Mead, Bride of the 66-77-
Year-Old Couple, Applies to
County Court for Permis-
sion to Return.
A bride of a month, with wrinkles of age and care marking her face, tottered towards the bench of the county court yesterday at Independence. It was Mrs. W. T. Mead, who married W. T. Mead, librarian at the county farm, June 6. He was 66 and she 77, and, although the marriage had been forbidden by the county court, both thought they were old enough to know and both left the farm to carry out the twilight dream of their lives.
The county court does not allow inmates of the home to wed, and when the application came for a permit to marry the county court calmly refused the request, and the two old people, not to be thwarted, went to Kansas City and married. Each had saved a little money. He as librarian, and she sewing at the farm. Both had been at the farm a number of years and frequently she would go to the library to get a book and talk with William.
Yesterday the bride tottered towards the county judges and in a faltering voice made a plea for herself and husband that they be allowed to go back to the farm together. They had applied to the superintendent of the farm, but he had refused to allow them to come without the sanction of the court. Judge J. M. Patterson raised his eyes to the ceiling as the application was being made and the story told. Judge George J. Dodd assumed a thoughtful mood and Judge C. E. Moss whittled a pencil.
They would be taken back to the farm, but not as man and wife. They must be separated, not judicially, but constructively. The court could not tolerate a union of inmates at the farm, for it might become epidemic. The rule could not be broken if they married and then wanted to return to the shelter provided by the county.
Mrs. Mead told in faltering tones how she and her husband had purchased a small restaurant, as they had planned before leaving the farm. They paid all of their money over and signed the papers. When they returned to take possession the next day two wagon loads of goods had been hauled away and, in the pitiful helplessness of old age, they realized that they had been swindled.
"I won't live long, judge," she said. "I am destitute now, so is my husband. Please let us go back, won't you? Please let us finish our lives there. Both of us love the farm and we will not be a bother."
The county court was obdurate. "You may go back, but not as man and wife," said the presiding judge. "It's against the rules."
It was decided to allow them to go back, but as individuals and not as married people, and this order was placed on the book which gave Cupid a double jolt.
The order of the court changed the wrinkles on the face of Mrs. Mead to smiles, and she went away joyously to her home, 306 West Fifth street, Kansas City, to tell her husband about the order of the court, and last night they returned to the scene where they learned to love each other, these two old people, happy, but separated, to live the last chapter.
Labels: county court, Independence, Judges, libraries, marriage, poor farm, Seniors
July 8, 1908
PRINCE TO BE NAMED PETER.
Heir to Gypsy Throne Receives Many
Gifts From Pilgrims.
The crown prince born to King Peter Yohanowic of the Kansas City, Kas., Gypsy camp on the Reidy road, Monday morning, at 6 o'clock, was in a healthy condition last night and by his lusty yells promised an early assumption of power over the tribe. He will be named Peter, the father announced last night.
All the members of the Reidy road camp made a pilgrimage to Leavenworth to see the mother and child yesterday morning. They brought beads, calico and other things that Gypsies like and deposited these gifts on the doorway.
Labels: children, Kansas City Kas, Leavenworth, Reidy road
July 8, 1908
POLICE CAN FIND NO
TRACE OF MISSING BOY.
MOTHER THINKS HE WAS
MURDERED AND ROBBED.
But Every Night She Sits at Her
Window Watching and Hop-
ing That He Will Come
Back to Her.
GEORGE WESLEY PICKLE.
Waiting night after night, hoping against hope that her son will return home, Mrs. Alexander J. Pickle, 1429 Summit street, spends the greater part of each night at her front window watching the walk leading to the house and praying that he will appear. every street car that passes the house brings new hope to Mrs. Pickle, and she watches it to see if her son gets off the car at the corner.
Whether George Wesley Pickle, 16 years old, a boy who never drank, smoked n or spent evenings away from his mother, is alive and well, or whether he is dead, is what police are endeavoring to unravel and the mother is anxious to learn. Young Pickle left his home, after bidding his mother goodby, Saturday morning, June 20, to look for work in the bottoms, and has never been heard of since that time. At the time of his disappearance Pickle had $160 in his vest pocket, the savings of seven months' work.
He was last seen at 10 o'clock that morning talking to two Missouri Pacific railroad checkers. Earl Hamilton accompanied Pickle on his quest for work, and he says he left him at the Union depot at 10 o'clock Saturday morning. From what Hamilton has told the police and the grief-stricken mother, George Pickle intended to steal rides on freight trains to the harvest fields of Kansas.
For two weeks George Pickle had talked about joining his brother-in-law at Genesee, Kas., and working in the harvest fields. The family had recently moved from 1624 Summit street to their present home. George had been assisting his mother around the house, putting up curtains, shades and tacking down carpets. He appeared to be restless and often spoke of leaving Kansas City to go to work.
MOTHER BELIEVES HE'S DEAD.
When seen yesterday afternoon, Mrs. Pickle said she believed the boy had been killed and robbed. She said if the boy were alive she knew he would write home, because he had always been such a good boy to her that he would not stay away from home without notifying her where he was. A letter from his sister, to whom he intended to go, written to the distracted mother, stated that George had not arrived there.
George Pickle was named after his uncle, George Wesley Pickle, who for thirteen years was attorney general of the state of Tennessee, and also editor of the Knoxville Tribune. Circulars giving a description of the missing boy and containing his photograph have been sent to the police of the towns in Kansas. A reward of $25 is offered for any information leading to the finding of the boy or his body George Pickle was 16 years old, 5 feet 9 inches tall, light complexion, blue eyes and had a scar over his right eye.
The police have made no charge against anyone in connection with the disappearance of young Pickle. They arrested a former associate of his and are holding him for investigation. No direct evidence has been unearthed against the man under arrest. Circumstantial evidence is that the arrested man has not worked for three months and he was behind on his board bill. The day young Pickle disappeared this chum paid $5 on his board bill and exhibited $100 in bills. Two days later he deposited $120 in a bank. The money was in $20 bills. The money possessed by Pickle was mostly in $20 bills.
The police evidently do not regard the circumstantial evidence as strong enough to warrant them in making a charge, yet they have held their prisoner longer than the twenty-four hours allowed by law in which a prisoner can be detained before a charge is made against him. Also it has yet to be proved that young Pickle is dead. The fact that he has dropped out of sight,taken in conjunction with the suddenly acquired wealth of former chum, does not prove anything. The young man may be alive and have his own reasons for concealing the fact. The chum may be able to show where he got the money, which the police seem to regard as a connecting link with Pickle's disappearance. Before a charge of murder can be made against anyone the body of the missing man must be produced.
Labels: missing, Summit street
July 8, 1908
BRONCO BUSTER MAY DIE.
Oran A. Russell Was Thrown From
Horse at Forest Park.
Oran A. Russell, 26 years old, a rider with the J W. Riggs Wild West show at Forest park, was thrown from a horse last night at 7 o'clock and was very seriously injured Russell had never before mounted the horse, which was said to be an unconquered bronco. At an unguarded moment, though a practiced rider, he was thrown from the animal in such a manner as to light with his abdomen on a tent stake.
At the emergency hospital, where Russell was treated by Dr. J. P. Neal, his injury was diagnosed as a rupture of the spleen. Russell said his home is in Kalamazoo, Mich. He has been with the Wild West show five weeks, three weeks of that time at Forest park. The young man's mishap was witnessed by a crowd which was attending the show.
Last last night Russell was said to be dying. He asked that in case of his death his mother, Mrs. Charlotte Flatt, at Kalamazoo be notified. His father, Austin Russell, also lives there.
Labels: accident, animals, doctors, emergency hospital, forest park, Wild West shows
July 8, 1908
BOY IS DROWNED IN CISTERN.
Falls Into Death Trap in the Yard
of His Home.
Burke F. Miller, 4 years old, was drowned in the cistern at the rear of his parents' residence at 1235 State avenue, yesterday afternoon. The little boy was playing in the yard with his sister Genevieve, 2 years old, when he stepped on a defective plank and fell into the water.
Little Genevieve ran to the kitchen door and aroused her mother. Mrs. Miler called some laborers from a sewer ditch nearby and they went int the cistern for the boy. Dr. W. J. Pearson was sumoned, and he worked over the child an hour then pronounced him dead.
The child's father, Samuel A. Miller, is an insurance collector. He said last night that the body would be taken to Gardner Kas., tomorrow morning for burial.
Labels: children, death, doctors, drowning, State avenue
July 8, 1908
POLICE WHO DRINK ON DUTY.
They Must Stop or Chief Ahern Will
Know the Reason Why.
Every sergeant of police in Kansas City will appear at police headquarters today at 1 o'clock in pursuance to an order to that effect issued yesterday by Chief of Police Daniel Ahern. The chief said that complaints had reached him of late relative to patrolmen drinking and smoking on their boats or while on duty.
"The police manual," the chief said "absolutely forbids a patrolman to drink intoxicating liquor or to smoke while in uniform, whether on duty or not. The sergeants have become lax in their discipline and it is a fact that the policemen of Kansas City drink and smoke while on duty and in uniform. The practice must stop and the sergeants will be held responsible."
Chief Ahern will also remind the sergeants that the police manual exacts that the patrolmen are to present a neat appearance and that they are not to use their clubs except in extreme cases.
Labels: alcohol, Police Chief Ahern, police headquarters, tobacco
July 8, 1908
BECAUSE HE SOLD MA'S COW.
J. L. Calvert of Six-Mile Township, Is
Now in Jail.
Because he sold a cow that was his mothers and got a scandalously low figure for it, J. L. Calvert of Six-Mile township, Wyandotte county, found himself in jail last night. The animal was a fire red Durham and Calvert says would have made a good "canner" anywhere but would not give enough milk for the family. Sunday night he was standing in the barnyard contemplating "Red," which is the name of the unprofitable pet, when H. R. Butterwick, a neighbor, came along and wanted to buy.
"She is not a good milker," warned Calvert. "She kicks, bawls at night and gets into the garden every day. She's a poor bargain at best."
"If you're not too steep, I don't know but I might bid her in anyway, just for luck," commented Butterwick , suggestively fingering a $20 note.
"Twenty-five and she's yours," was the answer and so the deal was made.
"The following day Mrs. Isabel Sumpter, mother of Calvert, replevined the cow, proving that it had never belonged to Calvert. Butterwick then responded by having Calvert arrested. The hearing may be held in the north city court of Kansas City, Kas., this morning.
Labels: animals, jail, Kansas City Kas
July 8, 1908
HE TRAINED CROKER'S HORSES.
John C. Curry Dies While on a Visit
to This City.
John C. Curry, who ten years ago trained Richard Croker's trotting horses, died at St. Joseph's hospital yesterday after a long illness. He was 50 years old and unmarried, and had been here visiting his sister, Miss May Curry, at the Washington hotel since last October. He was one of the best known drivers and trainers of trotting horses in America, and until last September conducted a training stable in New York.
Mr. Curry leaves three sisters and a brother -- Miss May Curry, manager of the Emery, Bird, Thayer dressmaking department; Miss Sarah Curry, a designer at Emery, Bird, Thayer's; Mrs J. A. Lehman of Chicago, and Gil Curry of San Franscisco.
Labels: Chicago, death, hospitals, hotels, New York, retailers, visitors
July 8, 1908
CHARGES ASSAULT TO KILL.
Dr. Robinson Says John Kollenborn
Shot at Him in Street.
A warrant charging assault with intent to kill was issued yesterday by Justice J. B. Shoemaker for John Kollenborn, 1614 Lister street, who is charged by Dr. J. H. Robinson, 4816 East Fifteenth street, with firing three shots at him from a pistol Monday night about 10 o'clock near the corner of Sixteenth and Lister streets. Kollenborn was not arrested. An attorney said he will be produced when needed. His preliminary hearing will probably be called before Justice Shoemaker this week.
According to the physician, he received a call about 10 o'clock Monday night to go to 1608 Lister and see a family named Simpson, but on arrival at the number found the house vacant. He was told that a family named Simpson lived several doors below and went there, but found he had not been summoned. He states that he was returning to his drug store when he passed Kollenborn on the street and after the man had gone about four feet beyond him, he turned and fired. The physician ran after the first shot and was not harmed.
Before Assistant Prosecuting Attorney William Buchholtz yesterday, Dr. Robinson stated that he knew of no reason why the alleged assault should have been made other than that several months ago he had been informed that Kollenborn accused him of being too friendly with Mrs. Kollenborn. This charge, he states, is groundless.
Kollenborn works as a switchman in the Rock Island yards at Armourdale, is 32 years old and has a wife and four children. Dr. Robinson is also married and has one child. Kollenborn did not return to his home Monday night after the shooting. He employed an attorney yesterday.
Labels: Armourdale, doctors, Fifteenth street, Judge Shoemaker, Lister avenue, Sixteenth street, violence
July 8, 1908
FIFTY FAMILIES GET ICE.
Penny Wagon Distributed 500
Pounds on First Trip.
Although the day was not exceedingly hot, many poor people were furnished with ice by the Salvation Army upon the inauguration of this charity for the summer season yesterday morning. Some carried the crystal away from the barracks in baskets, others awaited the arrival of the wagon at their respective homes, but all who presented the regulation ticket were furnished without delay. About 500 pounds was distributed, which, at the rate of ten pounds to each customer, was sufficient to supply fifty families.
"The system recently adopted to prevent any one family receiving more than it was entitled to has proven entirely satisfactory," said an Army worker yesterday, "and we expect no repetition of the trouble experienced with dishonest persons last year."
The distribution occasioned considerable interest to persons who happened in the vicinity in which the wagon was working, and always the transaction of giving the big pieces for a 1 cent piece was watched with approved curiosity.
Old women, old men, girls and boys were given ice There was little delay and no disturbance during the transactions. When the really hot weather sets in the wagon will make two trips a day, distributing 2,000 pounds.
Labels: children, ice, Salvation Army, Seniors, weather
July 7, 1908
DESERVED SPANKING AT 60.
But George M. Shelley Was Amused
at His Mother's Threat.
George M. Shelley, assessor and collector of water rates, returned yesterday morning from Keokuk, Ia., where he had been to spend Sunday with his mother.
"I reached home at 2 o'clock Sunday morning," said Mr. Sheley, "and lost no time in waking mother She was glad to see me, of course, 'but George,' she said in her dear, sweet way, 'I have a mind to spank you for waking me up in the dead of the night' "
Mr. Shelley will be 60 years old soon himself, so he enjoyed the prospect of a spanking at the hands of his mother. Mrs. Shelley is 84 years of age.
July 7, 1908
DOCTOR OUT OF FUNDS
APPLIES TO HELPING HAND.
Works for Food and Lodging for Him-
self and Dog Until Money
From Home Comes.
When he walked into the Helping Hand institute Saturday afternoon he was leading a bull dog. He was dressed in the latest fashion and his shoes were of patent leather. The clerk thought the visitor was there merely as a spectator and was somewhat astonished when he walked up to the desk, paid his 10 cents for a bed and asked: "Is there any place here that I may keep my dog?"
There was a place in the cellar and the dog was fed and put to bed at regulation time, 9 p. m. Sunday the well dressed man announced that he was "broke" and said he would have to work for what he got thereafter There was no work allowed there on Sunday, of course, but yesterday morning the man was up bright and early ready for manual labor. He was given a job washing windows on the second floor and he did his work well, they say. Twice he left his ladder suddenly and went down stairs. On his third trip interest caused E. T. Brigham, superintendent, to follow him. The man was at the telephone and Mr Brigham heard this:
"Hello, Baltimore hotel, well, has that telegram for Dr. Blank come yet?" Seven times the well dressed man visited the telephone and just at 3:15 p. m. he was rewarded. His telegram was there, he was informed. With a broad smile the man called up the New England National bank. When he finished talking he turned and said:
"Well, I guess I'll go back to the Baltimore now. I am on my way from Billings, Mont., to Galveston, Tex., and got broke here. Knowing no one here I could not ask for credit. I was glad to find a place where I could get my board and room. I'll be glad to pay you now for your trouble."
"You worked, and worked well, for what you got," he was told.
Leading the bull dog the man left the institution yesterday afternoon. The bank informed him that it was too late for him to get his money, but that he could have it this morning. The telegram gave him entree into the Baltimore again, however, and he remained there last night This morning the man, who is a Billings, Mon., dentist, will leave for Galveston.
Labels: animals, banking, dentists, Helping Hand, Hotel Baltimore, hotels, telegram, visitors
July 7, 1908
SWOPE STATUE AT THE GATE.
Likeness of Donor to Grace the Entrance.
On recommendation of Member George W. Fuller yesterday the board of park commissioners decided to begin negotiaions through the Commercial Club for a statue of Colonel Thomas H. Swope to be erected at the entrance to Swope park. The Commercial Club recently became interested in a statue of the donor of the park, and has asked the board to assist in its purchase.
Labels: Commercial Club, statues, Swope park, Thomas Swope
July 7, 1908
"OLD HOSS" SALE JULY 18.
Police Will Auction Confiscated
Goods at City Hall.
On July 18 there will take place in a shady spot on the north side of police headquarters an event that is very interesting and is always looked forward to by many wise ones who are seeking great profit out of small investments. The event is called the "old hoss" sale. It means that on that day there will be auctioned off to the highest bidder all of the uncalled for and confiscated property on hand, and many thing known to have been stolen but for which owners were never found. As usual, Detective Thomas Hayde, who for years has acted as auctioneer, will do the honors again at the coming sale. The last "old hoss" sale was in October, 1906.
To give an idea of what will be on hand at this sale Captain Frank Snow, property clerk, has given out that he has watches and jewelry, tools of all kinds, many revolvers and knives of every make on the globe. In the clothing line he will have everything from workmen's overalls and jumpers to a swell dress suit which is silk lined.
Any man who has a horse and no harness would do well to visit the "old hoss" sale, as there are several sets of good harness to be sold, both single and double. Then there are separate pairs of lines, tugs, hames, single bridles and the like.
Labels: auction, detectives, police headquarters
July 7, 1908
IS REED TO MAKE THE
THIS WORD COMES TO THE KAN-
SAS CITY MAN'S FRIENDS.
They Also Hope to See a Deadlock
in Convetion and Reed's Name
at the Head of the Ticket
As a Result.
Friends of former Mayor James A. Reed were told yesterday unofficially that Mr. Reed had been decided upon to place William J. Bryan in nomination for the presidency. The distinction , which would in a measure reflect upon Kansas City and Missouri, was enough to make the most ardent friends of the former mayor on good terms with themselves, but there were some of the most enthusiastic who looked so far as to see a deadlock and Reed's name put at the head of the ticket.
"That is how General Garfield got to be president," said one man, who was discussing the tip. "Garfield went to Chicago to place the name of John Sherman before the delegates. He did so in such a tremendous speech that when it came to balloting the convention showed it had been carried away by Garfield's presence and speech, for it nominated him. Reed can make a speech on Bryan and Democracy that can stampede that convention, if it is true that seventeen states are in caucus this afternoon trying to find somebody to stampede them.
Mr. Reed is one of the "big four" from Missouri. Governor Folk, another of the squad, is in Denver, but is not getting a word in edgeways, according to the news dispatches. But Folk is to be heard from. He has a speech of his own and it is a trick of his to have a claque organized to call for him at the psychological moment. His speech is a most temperate one. Folk is running in Missouri for the senate. To make a pro-Folk anti-Bryan speech in Denver would mean to invite certain assassination in the senatorial election in November. Folk wants to be president or senator, and his speech is cut to fit either job. It will disappoint the ultra Folkites at home.
Labels: Chicago, Denver, Governor Folk, James A. Reed, politics
July 7, 1908
STEGE WRITES OF SYSTEM.
Bertillon Sergeant Here Gets Into
"Detective Bureau" Magazine.
"The Detective Bureau" is the name of a new police magazine which appeared at police headquarters yesterday in the form of volume 1, No. 1. It is published by Edward Smith in Detroit, Mich.
In its initial issue Sergeant Harry E. Stege, superintendent of the Bertillon system here, has a prominent place, besides a biography of Sergeant Stege, which is very complimentary, there is an interesting article in it by him entitled "Catching Criminals -- What the Bertillon System Is and How Operated."
The publiation also shows the faces of several well known confidence men, train theives, holdup men and safe blowers who were captured and "mugged" here. It also shows the picture of a safe blown here with nitroglycerine several months ago.
Labels: police, police headquarters
July 6, 1907
WIFE THINKS HER
WILL NOT VISIT HIM IN HIS PO-
LICE STATION CELL.
NEW GRIEF FOR MRS. HEADLEY.
HUSBAND'S ARREST FOLLOWED
BY MOTHER'S ILLNESS.
Headley Is a Stationary Fireman,
and Declares a "Job is Being
Put Up on Him" -- Vic-
tim Is Improving.
Just as Mrs. Ward Headley had finished reading of the attack upon 5-year-old Eunice Swift, with which her husband is charged, in the morning papers yesterday, her sister entered her room and told her to hurry to the bedside of their mother, Mrs. Melinda Greenstreet, who, it was thought, was dying. The bride of a week, already dumbfounded by the sudden knowledge of the crime for which her husband is under arrest, sat as one dead to the world, as if she had not heard the sad news which her sister had brought. It took much urging and explaining by the sister before Mrs. Headley collected her wits enough to understand just what was happening.
Hastily she arose from her chair and without a word walked bareheaded to her mother's home, 1706 Indiana avenue. There she found her aged mother at the point of death. Mrs. Greenstreet had not been informed of the charges against Mrs. Headley's husband, and without a word, Mrs. Headley took her place beside the bed. Later in the day when a visitor questioned her concerning her husband and his alleged crime, Mrs. Headley could scarcely speak, so great was the strain under which she labored.
THINKS HE WAS DRUNK.
"I do not know what to think of it," she said. "Ward was a particular friend of the Kelso and Swift families, and to learn that he had attacked those little children was a complete surprise to me.
"The only explanation I can offer is that he was crazy drunk. For three days steadily he has been under the influence of liquor. Friday night some of our friends came over to our house and gave us a chariavari. He was drunk when he went to bed that night and his actions were peculiar. Saturday morning when he got up he had not quite sobered, but he insisted on going to a saloon for another drink. Against my wishes he went, and he stayed two hours. When he returned he brought two bottles of beer with him.
"That afternoon he decided to go to the Kelso's, 'just for a few minutes,' he said. I understand that he had more beer there, but I have seen nothing of him since he left our home at noon.
"Am I going down to the jail to see him?" she repeated in reply to a question. "Well, I should say not. I am through with him for good. My mother is almost dead, and I wouldn't leave her for anybody. I don't think I will try to get him free, or to get him out on bond. I can't help believing the charges are true for the evidence is unmistakable."
Mrs. Kelso and Mrs. Swift, the mothers of the two girls, went to the Greenstreet home yesterday to see Mrs. Headley and to express their sympathy for the unfortunate young wife. "I feel very sorry for Mrs. Headley," said Mrs. Swift. "She is such a fine little woman, much better than Headley deserved. This and her mother's condition are a severe blow to her Mrs. Kelso and I will do all we can to help her through her trouble, but we will not let up on the prosecution of her husband."
VICTIM GROWS BETTER.
Eunice Swift, the little girl who was most seriously injured, is said to be greatly improved, but is still under a physician's care. Ethel Kelso is still suffering from nervousness and extreme fright.
Ward Headley, who is arrested and charged with the assault, is a fireman employed by the Browing King Clothing Company building. At police headquarters, where he is being held, he made the following statement:
"I am innocent of the crime they charge me with. I have known the little Kelso girl ever since she was born, and liked her very much.
"This arrest reminds me of the time I was arrested on the charge of stealing a watch, not many years ago. At that time they thought they had enough evidence to put me behind the bars, but I fooled them and proved that I was innocent. That's what I am going to do this time, too."
Headley requested that his wife be notified of his arrest, and that she come down to the jail to see him. He wanted to talk to her, and explain that thing were not as bad as they had been painted. He felt confident that he would be successful in making his wife believe that it was a put up game against him."
Labels: abuse, alcohol, illness, Indiana avenue, marriage, police headquarters, violence
July 6, 1908
DROVE TO DEATH.
BRIDEGROOM THOMASON MAY
HAVE BEEN A BIGAMIST.
FICTITIOUS MURDER TALES.
TOLD TO HIS WIFE, BUT THEY
Young Man Thought He Was Di-
vorced When He Married Miss
O'Shea -- Thomaon Known
as Joseph Pain.
Did Joseph Thomason, husband of two days, kill himself because his conscience reminded him of boyish indiscretions, or did he take his life for some other reason?
That is the problem confronting friends and acquaintances of the young man since he turned a pistol on himself because he thought himself unworthy to be the life companion of the young woman he had married. On the afternoon before the tragedy the young man told his wife that eight years before, when he was only 14 years old, he had slain another. One of these killings, he said, was justified by the unwritten law. He did not tell the cause for the other.
"I am not worthy of you," he told her.
His words troubled the bride but she did not think he meant them seriously. Only a few minutes later, when she entered the room they occupied, he shot himself. A note, on which only the word "mother" could be distinguished, was left on a table beside the bed on which he died.
A more probably reason for the suicide is advanced by the foreman at the American Sash and Door Company, under whom Thomason worked for the last year. "Thomason told me," said the foreman yesterday, "that he had been married before, when he lived down in Louisiana. He and his wife separated and he thought that she had gotten a divorce. Recently he discovered that no divorce had been granted, and that he was still a married man.But he was already pledged to Miss Pearl Alma O'Shea, now his widow, and he had not the heart to tell her. They went to Leavenworth and were married. The next day Thomason worked, but on the Fourth he had plenty of time to think it over.
"I think it was then that what he had done horrified him. He realized that he was a bigamist and, if discovered, it would be better for him and for his wife that he had never been born. He bought the pistol, told his bride a fictitious story about crimes committed many years ago, and blew out his brains."
At the sash and door factory Thomason went by the name of Joseph Pain. He was a member of the Stair Builders and Cabinet Makers' Union No. 1635, but his widow will receive no benefit because the insurance policy was allowed to lapse. Had he made a payment Friday night she would have received $200. He used the name of Pain on his union card. He made no secret about having two names, saying that Pain was his middle name.
Thomason earned $18 a week. He was in good health and so far as known had no bad habits. His wife was young and pretty. Everything seemed to point to a happy married life for the young couple.
To make the theory that Thomason committed suicide from remorse on account of alleged murders of his boyhood more improbably, his associates say he was not given to brooding. He was cheerful and liked to have a good time in an innocent way. On the night on which he killed himself a crowd had been invited for a merrymaking at the house at 3102 East Twentieth street.
Thomason's parents were notified by telegraph of their son's death. A reply was received yesterday afternoon saying that they would be unable to come to attend the funeral. They live in Hot Springs, Ark. The funeral arrangements have not been made. The body is still at home.
Labels: bigamy, Leavenworth, Suicide, Twentieth street
July 6, 1908
SWAM 20 MILES
DOWN THE KAW.
CARL KURZ LEFT STREAM ABOVE
Insisted That He Could Finish the
Long Swim From Lawrence to
Kansas City, but Was
After swimming in the cold water of the Kaw river for a little more than five hours, covering in that time twenty miles, Carl Kurz, the swimmer who started for Kansas City from Lawrence, Kas, Friday night, was forced to abandon his daring feat on account of a broken oar in one of the two boats that accompanied him.
Who Swam Twenty Miles in the Kaw
River at Night.
Kurz entered the water at 9:30 o'clock Friday night and left at 2:35 Saturday morning, three miles above DeSoto, Kas.
The swimmer got along fine as far as Eudora, Kas. Here the boat carrying reporters from The Journal and the Lawrence World, went ashore to telegraph to their papers. The other boat, containing Roy Stratton, a riverman, went on with Kurz.
Three miles below Eudora, the boat was thrown into a snag and in attempting to get out, Stratton broke one oar clear off just below the carlock. The swimmer and the boat drifted helplessly down the stream. Kurz did not want to go ashore, but after drifting five miles and having many narrow escapes from snags, he decided it would be best to land and wait for the other boat.
That five mile drift was full of adventure. Kurtz had to stay near the boat, widely seen to have taken a sudden liking for snags and whirlpools. Once it floated up on a submerged corn field and Kurtz for a moment got his feet tangled in a barb wire fence.
Helped by the swimmer, Stratton finally landed at 2:35 a. m.
THEY HAD NO LIGHTS.
The second boat came by an hour later and tied up with the other It was agreed that the current was too treacherous and the snags too frequent to permit one boat to tow the other in the dark. All the light the party now had was a coal oil lantern A chemical bicycle lamp the press boat carried eploded a few miles below Eudora and this boat jo urneyed seen miles in the dark.
It was decided to wait until daylight and then drop down to DeSoto, get another oar, an start a new race from DeSoto to Kansas City.
A fire was built on the bank. Over his web bathing suit Kurz put on his coat and trousers and lay down on the damp sand by the fire He slept about an hour, being awakened at daylight. He was thoroughly chilled and in no condiion to re-enter the water. But he insisted that he would be ready to start from DeSoto for Kansas City as soon as the sun rose.
The sun was up when the party limped up to the bank in front of the Santa Fe depot at DeSoto. Kurz stayed in the boat, sleeping under two overcoats. He would eat nothing. It was found that oars were as scarce in DeSoto as children in a high class apartment house.
TOO WEAK TO GO ON.
Kurz was warmed up by this time and eager to start. He was weak, though, and was really a little afraid of the cold water. A council of war decided that since it was doubtful whether Kurz could cover the remaining forty miles in his present condition, and since the prospect of another oar was so bad that it seemed likely that one boat would have to be towed several miles before another oar could be procured, the affair was called off.
Kurz came into Kansas City from DeSoto by train. The boat will be shipped back to Lawrence.
The swimmer displayed great nerve and endurance throughout the twenty-mile swim. Disappointd by the withdrawal of the other entrants in the race, he started alone, just to show that he was no quitter. And he wasn't He plowed his way down the dangerous river through treacherous whirlpools and around snags for twenty miles, the last five miles of which were made in front of a drifting boat.
Twenty miles in that cold water is a swim that few men would care to undertake. Most of them would want to get out of the dampness long before the last mile was reached. But Kurz did all this for fun, and because he refused to take a dare.
HE WASN'T AFRAID.
After he swam over the dam at Lawrence, several weks ago, a Lawrence merchant asked him why he didn't try to swim to Kansas City.
"Pretty far, isn't it?" said Kurz. "And the water' cold this time of year."
"You're not afraid, are you?" the merchant said.
"No, I'm not."
"Well, why don't you try to do it?"
And Kurz tried hard to do it.
He still contends that he can make the distance, and is willing to make another attempt if he can find any one to race against him. He has no money, so can n ot make any bet wthat would ring out the swimmers who are not swimming seenty miles for fun.
Kurz has studied art at the Chicago art institute and the St. Louis art institute. He was a promising artist, but gave up his art to become a plumber. His father is an evangelical minister in Chicago. He has been all over the United States, and for several months practiced his trade in Panama. His home is now in Lawrence, but he probably will move here.
Kurz believes in fasting after a long race. After he started on the swim he did not eat a thing until yesterday morning, when he ate an orange. As soon as he arrived here he bought a chocolate ice cream soda. That was all he ate yesterday.
Labels: Chicago, Kaw river, Lawrence, sports, swimming, The Journal, visitors
July 6, 1908
DEMENTED BOY TAKEN HOME.
John E. Stroud's Father Says He Had
Studied Too Hard.
John E. Stroud, the Kansas University Student who was taken in charge by the police last Thrusday afternoon and detained at police headquarters, after calling on Mayor Thomas T. Crittenden, Jr., while mentally unsound, was taken home last night by his father, R. J. Stroud of Howard, Kas. Young Stroud, who had grown worse since his incarceration in a cell in the matron's room, was removed to the general hospital early Saturday morning. They physicians at the hospital strapped Stroud to a cot so he could not injure himself. When his father visited him at the hospital the young college student appeared to become quiet, and when they left for their Kansas home the demented man was very meek in his actions. Mr. Stroud said that his son had studied too hard while at the university and was not well when the college closed.
Labels: general hospital, Mayor Crittenden, mental health, police headquarters, universities, visitors
July 6, 1908
"COCAINE MARY" IS DEAD.
Picturesque North End Character
Falls From Second Story Widow.
Minnie Palmer, who was better known to the residents of the North end as "Cocaine Mary," died at the general hospital at 5:30 o'clock last night from concussion of the brain, received by falling from a second story window to the pavement twenty feet below, shortly after 1 o'clock Sunday morning. She was seen about 1 o'clock sitting on the window ledge, and told a woman who lived in the house that she was trying to get a little fresh air before going to bed. It is thought she went to sleep and lost her her balance.
The woman was found at 5 o'clock Sunday morning by Philip J. Welch, night jailer at police headquarters. He called an ambulance and had her taken to the emergency hospital. Later she was removed to the general hospital, where an operation was performed in an effort to relieve the pressure of bone against the brain. Minnie Palmer lived at the rooming house on the southwest corner of Third and Main street
Labels: accident, death, emergency hospital, general hospital, Main street, narcotics, North end, rooming house, Third street, women
July 5, 1908
YOUNG MARRIED MAN
IN SERIOUS TROUBLE.
WARD HEADLEY HELD BY PO-
LICE ON GRAVE CHARGE.
Accused of Attacking Little Daugh-
ters of Friends Whom He Was
Visiting -- One Child Un-
der Doctor's Care.
Ward Headley, 30 years old, a clerk employed in the Browning King clothing store, was locked in a cell at No. 6 police station last night. A charge of criminal assault probably will be made against him tomorrow. Headley lives at 2921 East Sixteenth street and was married two weeks ago to Mrs. Alice Caton. His wife was not informed last night of the serious nature of the charge against him.
The alleged attack occurred in the home of O. J. Swift, a motorman on the Jackson avenue street car line, 1815 Kansas avenue. In the same house lives Robert Kelso and his family. Headley and the Swifts and Kelsos have been friends for ten years. Headley spent the afternoon with the families yesterday and remained for 5 o'clock dinner.
After dinner, according to Mrs. Kelso, she and her husband went upstairs with Headley. Mr. Kelso fell asleep in the room, and after a few minutes conversation with Headley Mrs. Kelso excused herself and went into the kitchen on the first floor.
About five minutes later she heard her 7-year-old daughter, Ethel, calling to her, but thinking that nothing serious was the matter, waited some time before replying. Within ten minutes, Eunice Swift, 5 years old, came running downstairs to her mother, who was also in the kitchen. She was crying. She said Headley had attacked her.
WOMAN DRAGGED HIM OUT.
The two women ran to the room where Headley was sitting and ordered him from the house. He refused to go, saying he had done nothing to warrant their displeasure. The two women caught him by the arms an d head and dragged him out of the room to the head of the steps and pushed him down the stairs.
Mrs. Kelso followed him down the stairs, catching him at the foot of the steps. Mrs. Swift remained in the house to give attention to her child.
When Headley reached the sidewalk Mrs. Kelso caught up with him and began to beat and scratch him. Headley started to run, but he could not get away from the woman. Seeing that he could no shake from her grasp, Headley turned and grappled with her.
Meanwhile several men started on the run to the rescue of the mother. ieutenant William Carroll and Patrolman William Hanlon were passing and seeing the crowd and the commotion, the officers ran to the man and woman. They arrested Headley and hurried him to the corner. By this time the men, fifty or more, were muttering threats of vengeance against Headley. It was some time before the patrol wagon from No. 6 police station, Twenty-first and Flora avenue arrived, and the officers had their hands full. Mrs. Kelso accompanied the officers and their prisoner to the station in the patrol wagon, saying that she "would not leave that man until he was dead or behind bars."
"I WANTED TO KILL HIM."
In discussing the affair at their home last night, Mrs. Kelso said: "I prayed God to give me the strength of a man. If ever I had the desire to kill a man it was when I was following Headley down the street, beating and scratching him. It was not a desire for vengeance on my part just at that time. It was just a great mental longing to be able to do something that would pain him, something that a man could have done. I am glad now that I did not have the strength to kill him, for it will be best to let the law take its course.
"I have known Headley for several year, and never before knew him to do an immoral or brutal act. What led him to do it is more than I can explain, unless it was the influence of liquor. But he did not appear to be drunk, and at dinner he talked in a very rational manner."
Mrs. Swift did not have much to say other than a desire to see Headley severely punished. She constantly kept her eye on the child, which was lying asleep on the bed by her side.
Headley refused to discuss the affair with the officers at the police station to any extent. He told Lieutenant Carrol that he held both children on his lap and was merely teasing them.
Labels: abuse, children, crime, Kansas avenue, No 6 police station, police, Sisteenth street, violence
July 5, 1908
DEMENTED MAN WRECKS CELL.
John E. Stroud, the K. U. Man, Dis-
plays Superhuman Strength.
John E. Stroud, the Kansas university man who has been detained at police headquarters since 4:30 o'clock Thursday afternoon because of his demented condition, was yesterday transferred to the general hospital. Stroud is laboring under the hallucination that he is under the spell of a hypnotist, and he came here with the idea that Mayor Thomas T. Crittenden, Jr., could remove it.
Stroud has grown gradually worse since his incarceration and early yesterday morning almost demolished the cell in the matron's room in which he was confined. It was bolted to the floor and with the superhuman strength of the insane college student, although a slender man, actually tore the cage from its moorings on the floor. He smashed up two chairs in his cell and began on the iron bed, when that was removed. Stroud reached through the bars of the cage, grabbed a trunk standing near and, with the small purchase that he had, hurled the trunk across the room and upset it against a door.
He was determined to get out, and swore that he would wreck the city hall, but that he would gain his freedom. One of the things which is worrying the police matron is how Stroud reached an iron bed which stood entirely out of his reach across the room. When Mrs. Lizzie Burns went in the cell room at 6 a. m. Stroud had, in some manner, reached the bed, tore off its coverings and dragged the mattress to the side of his cell.
When the young man was removed to the general hospital later in the morning he had to be handcuffed, and on arrival at the hospital was strapped to a bed as he was still violent.
Chief of Police Daniel Ahern received a letter yesterday morning from R. J. Stroud, father of the demented man, at Howard, Kas. In it the father asks the advice of Chief Ahern about what disposition to make of his son.
Labels: city hall, general hospital, jail, Mayor Crittenden, mental health, Police Chief Ahern, police headquarters, police matron
July 5, 1908
MAYOR IS GOING FISHING.
Leaving Tomorrow for Lakes
Mayor Thomas T. Crittenden, Jr., will tomorrow take a vacation of about ten days from municipal cares and will go to the lakes of Minnesota on a fishing trip. He will be accompanied by Lynn S. Banks, of the board of public works, F. S. Groves, George Richards, John F. Richards, John W. Harris, C. C. Craver and W. P. Motley. During Mr. Crittenden's absence, R. L. Gregory, preident of the upper house, will be the acting mayor.
Labels: Mayor Crittenden, Robert Lee Gregory
July 5, 1908
DEMENTED MAN WRECKS CELL.
John E. Stroud, the K. U. Man, Dis-
plays Superhuman Strength.
John E. Stroud, the Kansas university man who has been detained at police headquarters since 4:30 o'clock Thursday afternoon because of his demented condition, was yesterday transferred to the general hospital. Stroud is laboring under the hallucination that he is under the spell of a hypnotist, and he came here with the idea that Mayor Thomas T. Crittenden, Jr., could remove it.
July 5, 1908
WEDDED 2 DAYS;
FIRES BULLET INTO BRAIN IN
PRESENCE OF WIFE.
AFTER BIDDING HER GOODBYE.
NO REASON FOR JOS. P. THOMP-
SON'S ACT IS KNOWN.
Married Pearl A. O'Shea on July 2.
It Was a Mild Elopement, and
Her Parents Didn't Ap-
prove of Wedding.
One July 2 Joseph P. Thompson and Miss Pearl A. O'Shea took a trip to Leavenworth and were married by a justice of the peace.
Last night at 7 o'clock when the young wife entered her husband's room at 3102 East Twentieth street he said goodby to her and, pointing a pistol at his right temple, shot himself in the brain.
Thompson was a woodturner and worked for the American Sash and Door Company. He was 26 years old and had been in the city three years. A quiet young man, he never spoke much about himself to anyone, but there were rumors that he had once been married before.
For the last year, Thompson had boarded at the house of Mrs. Alma D'Avis, 3102 East Twentieth street, and it was there that he met the girl that afterward became his wife. Mrs. D'Avis has weak eyes, and requires the attention of a nurse. Her niece, Pearl O'Shea, was a nurse, so Mrs. D'Avis had her come and stay with her. That was two months ago. An attachment sprang up between the young people living in the same house, and the runaway marriage was the result.
After the marriage they told the girl's mother and he stepfather, John Reed, who lives at Twentieth an Harrison streets. The latter did not approve of the union at all. the girl was their only support, they said, and they had lost much of their property in the recent flood.
This is the only reason that the young man's friends can give for the suicide. Yesterday afternoon he came home, apparently in a normal frame of mind. He was not known as a drinking man, and was said to have no bad habits. He did not even own a revolver, so that he must have especially purchased the one he used.
Last night the young wife was hysterical with grief and had to have the care of physicians. The tragic ending of the short romance of her life affected her so seriously that the doctors fear for her mind.
Thompson came to this city three years ago from Hot Springs, Ark. He was a member of the lodge 73 of the West Side branch, W. O. W., and was well liked by all his associates. At no time did his actions give any trace of insanity.
Labels: boarding house, flood, Harrison street, Leavenworth, lodges, marriage, mental health, nurses, Suicide, Twentieth street
July 5, 1908
NOT AS MANY ACCI-
DENTS AS USUAL.
ONE BOY NEARLY BLINDED.
MYRON KING INJURED BY IM-
Toy Pistols, Cannon Cracker and
Gunpowder Claim a Number
of Victims -- Noisy across the Line.
As the result of an untimely explosion of an improvised cannon, Myron King, the 16-year-old son of A. J. King, 1705 Linwood boulvard, received painful and serious injuries about the face yesterday afternoon possibly blinding his right eye. Myron and about fifteen of the neighborhood boys and girls were gathered in the front yard of H. G. Brown's residence, 3219 Highland avenue, shooting off various kinds of fireworks. After all of the firecrackers had become exhausted, some of the boys decided to use a tomato can as a cannon. It was touching off this cannon that the King boy received his injuries.
The can was about half loaded with black powder and slugs, and then plugged with paper. A small priming hole was drilled through the top of the can and firecracker fuses sere used as a fuse. Myrom stooped over the can to light the fuse. As he struk the match the sulphur tip flew off, falling on the powder which had been placed about the priming hole. There was an explosion, and the powder and tin struck the lad full in the face.
Myron staggered back, grasping blindly at the air. His companions ran to him, and the little girls set up a scream which attracted the attention of the whole block. Mothers, whose boys were in the crowd, ran to the scene of the explosion.
Mrs. G. P. Kincade, 3220 Highland avenue, thinking it was her son who had been injured by the explosion, started to run to Mr. Brown's home. She got no further than the front steps of her own home when she fainted in her son's arms. He had come hurrying home to assure his mother that he was safe.
"DON'T SPOIL THEIR FUN"
None of the King family was at home at the time, so the wounded boy was taken into Mr. Brown's home and several physicians were summoned at once. Among them was Dr. J. W. McKee, an oculist. The boy's face was completely blackened by powder and was badly cut in several places. Immediately the physicians and the oculist began to pick out the grains of powder from the lad's face and eyes, and when they had done as much as was possible at one operation, he was taken to his home.
At the time of the accident Myron requested that his parents not be notified until they returned home, saying: "There is no use to spoil their fun today. The accident has happened and it would do no good for them to come home right now." Nevertheless the physicians thought it best that they should be home to take care of the boy as soon as possible, and they were called from Elm Ridge, where they had gone to see the races.
Concerning the boy's condition, Dr. McKee said: "Myron will have a hard fight for the sight of his right eye. It was badly burned with powder and is in a precarious condition. It is impossible to say at this time just what may be the outcome There is still some powder left in the eye and it was not practicable to remove it this afternoon. His left eye is in good condition and it will not take much treatment to make it as good as it ever was."
MAY LOSE ONE EYE.
The physicians who attended the boy say that his condition is not serious. They fear only infection from the can and powder. Most of the particles were removed from Myron's face yesterday afternoon.
According to the physicians and occulist it will be some time before Myron can use his eyes to any extent. It was said that it would take at least three days to determine just the extent of the injuries done to the right eye, and if it can be restored it will take much treatment and a hard fight on the part of the oculist and boy.
Labels: children, doctors, Elm Ridge, explosion, fireworks, Highland avenue, holidays, Linwood boulevard, toys
July 4, 1908
STROUD STILL UNDER INFLU-
ENCE OF THE "EVIL EYE."
SEEKS A REAL HYPNOTIST
K. U. GRADUATE STILL BEING
HELD BY POLICE.
Will Not Be Given Liberty, as They
Fear He May Be Seized at
Any Moment by Homi-
JOHN EARL STROUD, A. B.
Kansas University graduate whose mind
is deranged and is being detained
by the police.
Mayor Thomas T. Crittenden, Jr., put aside everything for a time yesterday and repaired to the police matron's room, where, with mystic signs, a few words, a wrinkled brow and a queer look in his eye, he attempted to remove a hypnotic spell which John E. Stroud of Howard, Kas., says has been upon him for now just three months and six days.
Stroud called on the mayor Thursday afternoon and insisted on having an audience with him at once. He said that he was laboring under the spell of a "snake-eyed hypnotist," which might cause him to jump in front of a street car at any moment, and that he had made a special pilgrimage here to see the mayor, believing that only he could undo the spell. The mayor called Captain Walter Whitsett to his office and Stroud was placed in limbo.
There was a brief session of the police board yesterday, and at its close Stroud's case came up for discussion. "Why don't you go in and remove the spell then?" the mayor was asked. "If the man believes you can, it might help him."
"I have never been a success at removing spells," said his honor, "but I'm game to try my hand at it."
The police board adjournd to the matron's room and Mayor Crittenden was formally introduced to Stroud, who sat with bowed head in a cell. He seemed pleased when told that the mayor had come to cast off the spell and shook hands cordially.
IT PLEASED THE VICTIM.
"All but myself and the doctors will please leave the room," said the mayor in a commanding voice. When the room was cleared the cell door was unlocked and the mayor entered with Dr. J. P. Neal. Taking Stroud by the right hand, placing the left upon the man's brow and looking as much like a real spell-removing wizard as possible, the mayor said in a slow, firm voice:
"By the authority vested in me by the great state of Missouri and this beautiful city, I here and now peremptorily command the hypnotic spell which has been upon you be permanently removed."
The mayor finished his solemn duty with a motion of the hands as if flinging something from the ends of his fingers. Stroud grinned and looked as if he felt better.
"You'll be all right now," said the mayor on leaving. "I have called the spell all off."
The unusual duty was performed at just 4:13 o'clock. Two hours later Stroud was asked if he didn't feel better and if the spell had been cast off.
"SEND ON A HYPNOTIST."
"I guess I was wrong in my surmises," he said dolefully. "It will undoubtedly take a hypnotist to undo the work of one of his kind. Send on a good one and I think he can do it."
"How do you know the spell has not been removed by the mayor?" he was asked. "He has removed hypnotic spells before and should not have failed in your case."
"Because I can hear the hypnotist talking to me," was the reply. Then he cocked his head to one side to listen. "I didn't quite catch what he said then," he said. Once more he took a listening attitude and laughed. "He says, 'You can do as you please.' Now that isn't true, for my whole life is guided by his suggestions. I see it now in everything I do. I may be looking at a person passing along the street there and want to change and look at someone else, but I can't. Again, when I feel like looking at an object a long time, the hypnotist compells me to change and look at something else."
Dr. Neal said yesterday that Stroud's condition is much worse than when he was first detained. Then he was only receiving suggestions at intervals, but now he regards every move he makes a coming from the mysterious person whom the thinks has him in his power.
"That class of insanity is the most dangerous kind," said Dr. Neal. "Suppose the suggestion to kill should come to him and he believed that he had to act on it? What would be the result?"
Thursday night Captian Whitsett wired the unfortunate man's father, R. L. Stroud, the proprietor of the Stroud hotel, Howard, Kas., and the reply said, "Have written by this mail." The letter had not ben received last night Colonel Greenman notified the father again yesterday. Stroud said he had been here since June 15 and had been stopping at 314 West Fourteenth street. He will not be released except to relatives who can care for him, as he is now regarded as a dangerous man to be at large.
Labels: Captain Whitsett, Col. J. C. Greenman, Fourteenth street, Hyde Park, Mayor Crittenden, mental health, police board, police matron, streetcar, visitors
July 4, 1908
PACKING HERE WAS
JUST AN ACCIDENT.
ARMOURS CAME TO TRY OUT
Found They Could Kill Earlier and
Cure Meat Faster and Save
Shrinkage and a
Col. R. T. Van Horn of Evanston says Kansas City became a great beef packing center by accident. Many year ago the colonel took a visitor to the site of the persent Armour plant and heard John Plankinton, Phillip D. Armour's first partner, explain how he discovered the meat could be cured faster here than on the lake front and how, with the crude equipment of the day, he could kill earlier in the season.
"The manner in which the Armour plant came into existence is fresh in my memory as if it were yesterday," said Colonel Van Horn. "It was sometime in the '60's -- the exact date could be found in The Journal files.
"There was no hog killing, and as refrigerator cars were not in use, the business was packing mess beef, putting the product in barrels; steamboats taking it aboard at the river bank nearby.
"It was in October, the most salubrious and beautiful month of all the year in this midcontinent region. The firm name then was Plankinton & Armour -- John Plankinton and Philip D. Armour -- and the locality was about where the great Armour plant is now. The incident was as follows: Hon. William D. Kelley (Pig Iron Kelley), member of congress from Philadelphia, had been on a Western trip as far as Denver, and returning, stopped over at Kansas City on a visit to Colonel Morton, whose fine farm is in the Clay county bluffs, north of Harlem. Mrs. Kelley and Mrs. Morton had been school girls together and the stop over was to afford them a visit and an old-time reunion.
"Judge Kelley came over every day, and, as I had made his acquaintance in the house of representatives, I was the only person he personally knew here, and I took more than ordinary pains to show him the hospitality of the city, which he kindly returned by a public address in the old court house. His address can be found reported in The Journal of the time.
"Then, as now, the packing business was the great enterprise of the city, and was the point of interest to show all visitors. One day I took Judge Kelley up to the Bottoms to see it. There wsa then no structure that could be called a building -- a frame to cover the killing beds, and a long covered runway for the slaughtered carcasses of beef.
"It so happened that John Plankinton himself was present and, when Judge Kelley was introduced to him, Mr. Plankinton gave him that attention and consideration due a man of eminence and national reputation. Judge Kelly was astonished at the magnitude of the business, was profuse in his compliments and questions, and said: 'I am astounded, sir, at the existence of such an immense business away out here in the wilderness, and so much greater than any of like character in our Eastern states. How does it come and what induced its establishment?'
" 'Well,' said Mr. Plankinton, 'it was what you might call an accident. As you perhaps know, we have been packing beef in Chicago and Milwaukee for some years. Many of our cattle came from the country south of this. The common name was Cherokee cattle, being brought mostly from the Indian Territory. Our method was to drive the cattle to this point, as it is the nearest Missouri river locality, the river being narrow and deep and the banks solid, swimming them across by driving to Quincy, and by rail to Chicago.
" 'It was when I was here on one of those occasions, while stopping at the hotel in Kansas City, that I heard of some cattle over in the Delaware country and, getting on my horse one morning, came across the bottom here to cross the Kaw at the Wyandotte ferry. As I was riding along, not far from where we now are, I saw a dead steer lying at the road side and thinking I would find a strong odor from it I began looking for a way to ride around it, but the under brush, as you may see in places, was so dense that only the roadway to accommodate a single wagon was to be seen. But as no stench was noticed I concluded the air was moving toward the other side and that I would get the benefit of the dead carcass after I passed it. But there was no difference and my horse did not seem to notice it. The facts excited my curiosity and I rode back to the dead carcass and struck it with my whip. It sounded like a drum.
"The incident set me to thinking and I concluded that if the climate here would so cure a dead steer, the carcass of a slaughtered one ought to keep for a longer time than on the lake shore. And then I thought of the jerked buffalo meat cured from time immemorial without salt. And so we concluded to triy it as a packing point, saving the drive to Quincy, the railroad charges from there, and the shrinkage in transit.'
" 'And so we have found it. Today, Judge Kelley,' said Mr. Plankinton, pointing to the immense rows of dressed carcasses on the runways, 'we are killing 1,200 head of cattle and, with the thermometer at Chicago thee same as it is here, all of that meat would spoil, and we can kill two and three weeks earlier than there. And thus you have the reasons why we are here.'
"The facts are exact as I have given you and the words, as a rule, as they were uttered. The points covered are all literally presented -- particularly as to the dead steer and its results. It is all faithful history.
Labels: Armour plant, Chicago, Colonel Van Horn, food, history, The Journal, veterans, visitors
July 4, 1908
FOURTH BEGAN MORE
NOISY THAN EVER.
BEFORE MIDNIGHT, EVEN, THE
NOISE WAS UNBEARABLE.
No "Quiet Zone" Around Hospitals or
Anything Else -- Giant Crackers
and Torpedoes on the
"The racket and noise made by the Fourth of July eve celebrations is something awful, and we are going to call up the police to see if it can't be stopped," said one of the sisters at St. Joseph's hospital at 11 o'clock last night. "There has been loud and disturbing noises all the evening and just now one fanfare was finished up that was incessant for fifteen minutes. It is awfully trying on the patients."
"The annoyance from the discharge of nerve wrecking contrivances is becoming unbearable and our patients are complaining," was the report from Agnew hospital.
"Men and boys have been putting torpedoes on the tracks of the Holmes street car line all night long, and the whole neighborhood seems to be well supplied with dynamite fire crackers," reported the general hospital.
"We have one patient who has become hysterical from the din that is being created in the vicinity of the hospital building. Men and boys are putting something on the car tracks that, when it explodes, shakes the windows," was the report from the South Side hospital.
"The noise is awful and there seems to be no end to it. We wish the police would get around here and put a stop to it," was the complaint from University hospital.
Other hospitals reported like disturbing conditions, and the quiet zones which the police promised were not within the limits of Kansas City last night. Soon after sunset the booming of big and little fire crackers, the placing of the nerve-wrecking torpedoes on street car tracks were of common occurrence and there was not a section of the city that was free from the din and disturbance of the noise creators. Down town streets which in past years were as quiet on the eve of the national holiday as a Sunday, were particularly in a state of turmoil and deafening noises, and no apparent effort was made on part of the police to put a stop to it. From the river front to the limits south, east and west, the roar of all descriptions of fireworks was continuous, and in the residence districts sleep was out of the question.
Chief of Police Daniel Ahern had made promises that there was to be a sane 3rd and Fourth of July, and he issued orders to his command to arrest all persons that discharged or set off firecrackers, torpedoes or anything of the like within the vicinity of hospitals or interfered with the peace and quiet of any neighborhood. How well Chief Ahern's subordinates paid attention to instructions can be inferred by reports from the hospitals and the experiences of citizens all over the city.
The first to make history by celebrating too soon was Joseph Randazzo, and Italian boy 17 years old. He had reached a revolver with a barrel eighteen inches long. At Fifth street and Grand avenue Randazzo was having a good time chasing barefoot boys and shooting blank cartridges at their feet. After he had terrorized a whole neighborhood William Emmett, a probation officer, took him in tow and had him locked up. That was at 9:45 p. m. When he had a taste of the city bastile he was released on his promise to be good. But he has yet to appear before Judge Harry G. Kyle in police court.
Nearly an hour after this the police of No. 6 were called upon to get busy. A negro named L. W. Fitzpatrick, who lives near Fourteenth and Highland, moved his base of operations from near home and began to bombard Fifteenth and Montgall and vicinity with cannon crackers varying in length from twelve to eighteen inches. Just as he had set off one which caused a miniature earthquake he was swooped down upon by the police and he did not get home until $10 was left as a guarantee that he would appear in court and explain himself.
Probably the greatest surprise came to Otto Smith and Edward Meyers, 14 years old. Armed with 25-cent cap pistols they were having a jolly time near Nineteenth and Vine when a rude and heartless policeman took them to No. 6 station.
They were "armed," and it was against the law to go armed. On account of the extreme youth of the lads they were lectured and let go home.
Mrs. Mary Murphy, 65 years old, who lives at 2025 Charlotte street, was standing on the corner of Twenty-first and Charlotte streets last night when a groceryman who conducts a store on the corner offered her a large cannon cracker to fire off. Thinking it was a Roman candle, the old lady lighted the cracker and held it in her hand.
She was taken to the general hospital, where it was found that her hand had been badly burned. The hand was dressed and she was taken to her home.
Labels: Charlotte street, children, Fifteenth street, fireworks, Fourteenth street, Grand avenue, Highland avenue, holidays, Holmes street, hospitals, No 6 police station, Police Chief Ahern, Vine street
July 4, 1908
IT IS TECUMSEH'S TOMAHAWK.
Old Hatchet Will Be Exhibited in In-
One of the things which will be of interest to those who wish to celebrate on the Fourth in a sane and quiet manner will be an exhibition of relics in the court house at Independence. One of the relics will be a tomahawk which is said to have been originally owned by Tecumseh, a famous Shawnee Indian chief.
It was given to Elks Kanatawa, his brother, by Tecumseh when he himself became too old to go on the warpath, and Elks Kanatawa used it in the battle of Tippecanoe. In some manner or other the tomahawk fell into the hands of Daniel Boone, who afterwards gave it to Colonel W. H. Russell. Colonel Russell kept the Indian hatchet until his death, when it went to his grandson, W. L. Russell, and at his death it descended to E. H. Bettis, 706 South Fuller avenue, Independence.
Labels: Independence, Native Americans
July 4, 1908
TRIPOLI TO BE DESTROYED.
Fireworks Will Represent Siege at
Fairmount Park Tonight.
"The Siege of Tripoli," a representation of the bombardment of the ancient city, is to be the special attraction at Fairmount park tonight. The "city," on the side of the lake opposite the boat house, is finished and all is in readiness for the display tonight.
H. O. Wheeler's band is to play a special programme this afternoon. Miss Pearl Warner, the band soloist, will sing.
Labels: amusement, fairmount park, fireworks, holidays, music
July 3, 1908
MAN UNDER SPELL
VISITS THE MAYOR
WANTS HIS HONOR TO REMOVE
TRIP FROM KANSAS
LAYS ALL HIS TROUBLES TO A
J. E. Stroud of Howard, Kas., De-
clares Mr. Crittenden Is the Only
Person, Except a Hypnotist,
Who Can Relieve Him.
"I want to see the mayor and see him at once."
"He's busy now. Won't you have a seat?"
"No I won't. I said I wanted to see the mayor right now, and I meant it. I am under the spell of a hypnotist and may jump in front of a street car at any moment. I want the mayor to break this spell. I have come all the way here to have him do it."
The foregoing dialogue took place yesterday afternoon in the office of Mayor Thomas T. Crittenden, Jr. between a tall, slender man with constantly shifting eyes and the mayor's secretary.
The mayor himself over heard the conversation and took a look at the man who was laboring under hypnotic influence. Something about him made his honor nervous. With visions of bombs, infernal machines and other anarchistic toys, the mayor closed his door and hurried to the telephone.
"Hello, police headquarters?" he asked. "Let me talk to the captain. Is that you, Captain Whitsett? Well, I wish you would send up here to my office and take a man out that is acting queer. This is the mayor."
Captain Whitsett went up himself. When he got there the mayor was leaning over the railing of his office and talking "real nice" to the man. He was taken in charge and locked up in the matron's room.
GRADUATE OF K. U.
To Dr. Paul Lux, who examined him later, the man gave the name of J. E. Stroud of Howard, Kas. He looks to be 30 years old but said that he graduated with a class of about 270 at the Kansas State university on June 10. He said he had taught school at Galva and Jamestown, Kas.
"I came all the way here June 15 to see the mayor about removing a hypnotic influence which has been over me since March 28, last."
Stroud said he did not know the name of the man who had cast the spell on him, but believed it was a New York traveling man with whom he talked at dinner in a Howard, Kas., hotel, March 28.
"Did you know that the man was a hypnotist?" asked Dr. Lux. "When did you first realize that he had hypnotized you?"
"I didn't know it at first, of course," replied Stroud, "or I would have left him. He held my conversation about fifteen minutes longer than I intended and I felt that I could not get away from him. His eyes were funny, but I suspected nothing until a few days later when I found myself acting solely by suggestions that came to me and doing things I had not done before."
Just at this point, Stroud, who was sitting on the edge of a bed, reached out with his right hand and smoothed out the top spread. Jerking his hand away quickly he said: "There, do you see that? Did you notice what I did then?"
STROUD "SEES THINGS."
The doctor had not noticed. Stroud seemed surprised that he had overlooked such an unusual thing as a man smoothing out a bedspread.
"Didn't you see me straighten out that cover? Well, that man caused me to do that. I am not in the habit of smoothing out bedspreads. I wish the mayor had taken this spell off. I believe he is the only one here to do it. In fact I came here just to have him do it."
At another time Stroud scraped a splinter from the floor with the toe of his right shoe. That, too, was caused by the same hypnotic influence. He said that when he arrived here he thought of hunting up another hypnotist and having him try his art at removing a spell cast by another of his profession. The idea always came back to him that Mayor Thomas T. Crittenden, Jr., was the only man in the wide world to remove such influences. "And he actually wouldn't do it," Stroud said sadly; "what do you think of that?"
Stroud said that at times he was able to do exactly the opposite of the hypnotist's suggestions, but that it was a mental strain. Stroud is now being held and relatives at Howard, Kas., will be notified.
Stroud said that if he knew where he could find the hypnotist he would wire him to get busy and look the other way for a while.
Labels: Captain Whitsett, doctors, Hyde Park, Mayor Crittenden, mental health, police matron, telephone, universities, visitors
July 3, 1908
MOTHER DOESN'T WANT HIM.
Little St. Louis Runaway Will Be
Cared for at Detention Home.
A broken hearted boy stood before the desk at police headquarters last evening. The cause of his grief was a telegram from his mother to the police here in which she indicated that she did not want her son at home and would not send for him. The boy was Willie Klayfisch, 15 years old, of 3722 Sullivan avenue, St. Louis, Mo. He ran away from home last Tuesday. His mother is a widow, he said. The reply was the first of its kind the police ever got here and the tender hearted ones showed they were disappointed and gave the weeping boy words of sympathy. He was transferred to the detention hime. What will be done with him is not yet known.
Labels: children, detention home, police, St Louis, telegram
July 3, 1908
MARRIED THROUGH AN AGENT.
Mrs. Benjamin Was Unhappy, but
Court Refused to Interfere.
Mrs. Rebecca Benjamin, who says she is divorced from her first husband according to the law of Moses, was refused a divorce from her present husband yesterday by Judge McCune, who said he would not separate where love did not enter into the courtship of the contracting parties Mrs. Benjamin's present domestic life was arranged by a Chicago junk dealer who collected fees from both she and Benjamin before he introduced them, and then only by mail.
After Mrs. Benjamin recited the manner in which she sought and found her husband, Judge McCune assured her that nothing but misery could result from such a union and stated that he did not propose to help her find a way out. Judge McCune added that his court did not recognize the law of Moses, which gives divorce simply by the written consent of one person to another.
Labels: Chicago, courtroom, Divorce, Judge McCune, marriage
July 3, 1908
A PRIZE-WINNING TOAST.
Kansas City Man Wins With
"The Soul of the Toast."
Walter N. Foster, 1320 East Twenty-fourth street, of this city, is the winner in the Toast and Sentiment contest for the month of July, conducted by What to Eat, published in Chicago. Mr. Foster's contribution is entitled "The Soul of the Toast." These toasts may be old or new, original or copied. The winner's toast is as follows:
"It isn't so much what you say,
Or the word -- that is heard;
It's the spirit within and the way
That the heartstrings are stirred.
It isn't so much what you drink,
Nor the how -- nor the where,
It's the truth, in the things that you think
That is fair -- that is rare.
It isn't the drink in the bowl,
With its flow cheer you so,
It's the radiant glow of the soul
Of the toast -- don't you know.
--From Over the Nuts and Wine
Labels: Chicago, Twenty-fourth street
July 3, 1908
THEIR LABOR AGENT FLED.
Seven Foreigners Had Trusted Harry
Burton With $50.
The police are searching for a Harry Burton, about 60 years old, 5 feet 6 inches tall, complexion ruddy and mustache gray. At 1018 Union avenue there are seven Italians who mourn his disappearance. They say that he brought them here from Chicago on the promise of putting them to work. They allege that he gave them the slip at the Savoy hotel. When he left he took with him $50 belinging to the foreigners, they tearfully allege.
Labels: Chicago, employment, immigrants, Savoy, Union avenue
July 2, 1908
NEVER THINK AGAIN
POLICEMEN DON'T WORK.
One of Them Walks Nearly 8,000
Miles a Year -- Board Orders
Call Boxes Rearranged.
Mayor Thomas T. Crittenden, Jr., at the meeting of the police board yesterday, caused an order to be issued which will make many a tired policeman rise and call him blessed. It came about in this way:
While Chief Ahern was talking to the board an idea seemed to strike the mayor. "Chief," he asked, "from where I sit on my front porch I see a policeman come and pull a box every half hour. Is there any use in walking these poor fellows to death away out there? I understand that there is only half an hour between calls. Has the officer got time to stop even for a minute to investigate anything that may seem suspicious to him, or to listen to a complaint?"
"He has very little time in that district," answered the chief, "or in any of the residence districts, in fact."
The board was then told that Patrolman Reuben Webster, walking beat 17 in No. 6 district, known to all as "Penitentiary beat," traveled just twenty-one and two-thirds each day. The boxes are so far apart that it keeps an officer on the trot almost to make them on time. At that rate he would cover 7,908 1/3 miles each year and, in a little over three years, could girdle the globe When the board was told that, and that there are beats even longer, it created a distinct shock.
Chief Ahern was ordered to revise the time on all the call boxes in the city and, if necessary, to order them moved to different places for the patrolmen's convenience.
Labels: Mayor Crittenden, police, police board, Police Chief Ahern
July 2, 1908
GENERAL H. S. HALL IS DEAD.
He Was Awarded a Medal for Bra-
very During Civil War.
H. S. Hall, brigadier general and veteran of the civil war, died at the home of his daughter, Mrs. Charles M. Kemper, 2914 Tracy avenue, yesterday morning. He was born in New York and entered the Union army as a private in 1861. He participated in many engagements and lost his right arm while leading his regiment at the battle of Petersburg. He was awarded a medal for bravery on the field by congress and raised to the rank of general on his retirement in 1866.
When the was was over General Hall moved to Missouri and settled in Carroll county, where he lived until 1888, when he removed to Lawrence, Kas. He came to this city four years ago. A widow and four children survive. The children are Mrs. C. M. Kemper Mrs. Dana Templin, 121 Olive street; J. G Hall, a teacher in the state agricultural school of North Carolina, and C. S. Hall, who lives at Lawrence, Kas. Burial will be in Lawrence tomorrow.
Labels: Civil War, Lawrence, Olive street, Tracy avenue, veterans
July 2, 1908
MANY WOMEN ATHLETES.
Nearly 200 Members Enrolled at the
Club Now Forming.
Within another week the Kansas City Women's Athletic Club, which for some time has been promoted by Mrs. Viola D. McMurray, will have become a reality with nearly 200 active members enrolled. Negotiations for a building are now under way and before early fall the structure will be equipped with the latest improved apparatus.
Thus far more than 100 paid-up member are on the roll, the majority being members of well known families, and because of the rapidity in which they have been enrolled, the promoters expect to have received the quota before July 7.
Although at this time there is said to be no intention of competing in the various classes with those of similar clubs for the sterner sex, it is not denied that eventually there is a possibility of it. Therefore, the style of "gym" clothes to be worn is occasioning not a little inquiry from young women who already have entered their names and those who contemplate joining.
The club is to be entirely independent and what is accomplished will be the result of the members alone, under the supervision of Mrs. McMurray.
Although the building already has been decided upon, the location is being kept secret. It has been said, however, that it is in one of the principal downtown thoroughfares and within easy access of all car lines.
Labels: sports, women
July 2, 1908
SET CAR AFIRE.
PANIC AMONG PASSENGERS FOL-
CORINNE TALIAFERRO HURT.
SEVERAL OTHERS WERE IN-
JURED, BUT ONLY SLIGHTLY.
Trolley Car in Flames Ran Wild
Through Wyandotte Street Un-
til Pedestrian Turned
Off the Current.
When the "overhead" blew out on a Grand Central depot bound car at Twelfth and Wyandotte streets at 9 o'clock last night, half a dozen passengers were momentarily shrouded in flames. Miss Corinne Taliaferro, 1747 Pennsylvania avenue, became hysterical and jumped from the car w hen released by a passenger who had removed her from immediate danger from fire Her back and shoulder were wrenched, and she was so hysterical when taken to emergency hospital that an examination of her injuries could not be attempted.
A. L. Perry, 513 Locust street, who made a brave attempt to save the women passengers who tried to jump from the car, was treated at the emergency hospital, and Edward H. Bly, 5617 East Ninth street, who set the brakes on the car after it had been deserted by the crew, was burned severely. An unidentified woman passenger whose ankle was inured sent for a carriage and was taken home.
E. G. Combs, motorman of the car, No. 713, says he was thrown from the front vestibule by the explosion. The car had just crossed the Twelfth street tracks when the overhead blew out and the motorman left his brakes. Immediately the front of the car was enveloped in flames and the passengers fled to the rear vestibule. The first of the passengers, eager to leave the burning car, which was then under ordinary speed, pushed the conductor into the street and the car was left running wild.
It was then that Perry and Bly, the latter with an ambition to be a motorman, and with his application for a job placed with the Metropolitan Street Railway Company earlier in the day, attempted to rescue the passengers While Bly aided the two women to the rear of the car, Perry braced himself on the steps and refused to allow them to jump from the car.
Mrs. Taliaferro, who had been touched by the flames, stooped low and leaped straight into the street under Perry's outstretched arm. The rest of the passengers crowded upon the young man with such force that he was pushed to the pavement and his right ankle was twisted and his left shoulder bruised. The car, running wild and burning, had passed Eleventh street.
Bly, who could no longer aid the passengers, turned his attention to the brakes. The front vestibule was full of smoke and fire but he stepped in and fumbled for the levers. He brought the car to a stop near Ninth street, just as the insurance patrol company swung into Wyandotte from its Eleventh street station. The flames were soon extinguished The car was pushed to a switch in the North End.
The conductor and motorman, bruised, went to their barn and Bly sought a physician, while Perry went to the emergency hospital. Miss Taliaferro for two hours was too hysterical to receive treatment and was given opiates to quiet her nerves and brace her for examination . In the meantime Jack Bell, a traveling man acquaintance, had reached the emergency hospital and later D. H. D. McQuade was summoned. At midnight Miss Taliaferro was removed to the Wesley hospital, Eleventh and Harrison streets.
D. H. D. McQuade stated last night that the injuries may prove more serious than at first indicated by the examination. He thinks the girl has been injured internally and that several bones have been broken. A further examination will be made today. An opiate was given her last night in order that she might get rest and recover from the nervous shock sustained at the time of the accident.
Labels: doctors, explosion, Fire, Grand Central depot, Harrison street, hospitals, Metropolitan Street Railway Company, Ninth street, Pennsylvania avenue, streetcar, Twelfth street, Wyandotte street
July 2, 1908
WAR ON IMPURE MILK.
Pure Food Inspector Has a Plan for
Five milk dealers will be arraigned in police court today on charges of selling milk that had been watered and was insufficient in butter fats. Warrants are also out for the arrest of butchers on a charge of selling meat treated with sulphuric acid. Recent analysis of samples of ice cream picked up at random by the city pure food squad revealed the presence of gelatin and an absence of the ordinance requirements of 12 per cent butter fat. The offenders will be arrested.
Dr. Frank J. Hall, city pure food inspector, is conducting a campaign of education among dairymen and handlers of milk with a view of having it produced in a sanitary and cleanly manner and to put a stop to the use of preservatives and the watering of milk. He is outlining a plan which, when put in operation, it is believed will result in a better milk supply.
"I am going to give my plan a fair test," said the doctor yesterday, "and if I find the milkmen stubborn and not disposed to co-operate I will then invoke the full power of the law. The sale of impure and unwholesome milk must be stopped."
Labels: butchers, food, pure food commission
July 2, 1908
BOOSTING SEATTLE FAIR.
Director of Concessions Says It Will
Be the Greatest Ever.
D. W. Lewis, director of concessions for the world's exposition, which will be held at Seattle, Wash, beginning, in June, 1909, was in Kansas City yesterday visiting his old friend, George C. Hale. He left at midnight for a tour of the large Eastern cities.
"The exposition is beginning to assume definite proportions," Mr. Lewis said last night. "A number of the buildings have been erected and are nearly completed. It is only a matter of a few months until we will have one of the greatest expositions that has ever been given. We are spending lots of money and sparing no expense to make it the greatest ever, and I can give assurance that it will be well worth the trip to Seattle next summer. As director of the concession I may say that we will more than equal former expositions along that particular line. I am not boasting without reason when I say that this exposition will undoubtedly be the greatest ever."
July 1, 1908
CHILDREN REIGN IN
SWOPE FOR A DAY.
WOMEN ENTERTAIN 300 LITTLE
Gathered From All Parts of the City
and Carried to the Park in Spe-
cial Cars -- Day of Feast-
ing and Games.
Pathos was interwoven with the pleasure of almost 300 poor children on the occasion of their first annual outing under the auspices of the Federation of Women's Clubs at Swope park yesterday, but the event probably will be remembered by all participating as one of the most enjoyable of their lives.
Children of many nationalities were there from every section of the city. The majority had been arrayed for the occasion, but a few went as best they could. Sunday behavior, too, accompanied the merrymakers, and the ladies in charge had little or no difficulty.
At designated meeting points in various sections of the city the little ones, whose ages ranged from 6 to 13 years, were met by special cars at an early morning hour, and later were unloaded at the gates of the park with baskets of good things, hammocks, swings and other articles designed to add to the pleasure of the day, all of which had been provided by ladies of the various city clubs, shortly after which a large shaded spot was taken possession of and the fun began.
Until noon there was singing, dancing, racing for boys and girls and other sports appealing to little folk in which all participated and enjoyed, but the principal event of the day was the feast, a feast the like of which probably never had been dreamed of even by the most daring of those present.
THE ABSENT ARE REMEMBERED.
When the word was given to unpack the baskets the task was accomplished in record time by the girls, during the course of which many a luscious cookie or lump of sugar mysteriously found its way into watering mouths and not over-fed stomachs. Within a short time spreads had been laid on the grass, all were seated and the signal given to "pitch in," which was done immediately.
Some ate slow, others fast, but all ate with relish. Before long much of what had been provided had disappeared, but not all into the mouths of hungry children. There were thoughts of loved ones at home who could not attend the feast, and many a dainty morsel was hidden under skirts or in coat pockets to be taken to hard working mothers, sick brothers or sisters or unfortunate fathers. Indeed, there were many instances of children eating sparingly so that they might be enable to take baskets home, hence the pathos.
After the feast, playing was resumed until at such time as all were gathered together to indulge in singing many of the familiar national songs, the accompaniments to which were rendered by Mrs. Dr. J. A. McLaughlin and Miss Margaret Hart, and for a time the woods rang with song from almost 300 throats.
ENDED IN SONG.
The singing stimulated the children as nothing else during the day had. Boys who probably had never before made an effort because of bashfulness, stood arm in arm with each other or with girls, their mouths open and singing at the top of their voices. The singing, which was heard all over the park, proved contagious and within a short time many other picnic parties had been attracted and joined in. Probably never before had there been such a gathering, and it is exceedingly doubtful if ever there will be a repetition.
When evening came the crowd was found tired and ready to depart. No difficulty was experienced getting all together, and on schedule time the cars left the beauty of the country for the conjested sections of the city.
The clubs whose members participated in the day and who were responsible for the outing are: Eternal Progress, South Prospect Study, History and Literature, Anthenaeum, Portia, Women's Reading, Women's Progress Reading, Bancroft, Central Study, Tuesday Morning Study Class, Every Other Week, Alternate Tuesday, Council of Jewish Women and the Melrose Fortnightly.
The arrangements of the day were in charge of Mrs. Harry Kyle, district chairman, and Mrs. H. N. Ess, state chairman of the Federation of Women's Clubs.
Labels: charity, children, Jews, organizations, picnics, races, streetcar, Swope park, women
July 1, 1908
NEW BURIAL RITE APPROVED.
Morticians Tire of Speculating in
Pauper Dead at $2.
"We have to pay our men $5 to go to St. George's hospital for a body at the dead of night and drive it to the cemetery for burial. Persons dying form smallpox must be buried at night. How many of you men would do it for $5?"
"I wouldn't do it for $6," replied R. L. Gregory, president of the board of public works.
This occurred at yesterday's meeting of the board when a representative of an undertaking establishment appeared to explain why the bid of burying the pauper dead hand had been raised from $2 to $5. He explained that in the past the burial of paupers had been a speculative proposition with undertakers. There is no money in it at $2, and the profits come in when very often relatives of impoverished deceased persons appear and give them a more expensive funeral.
"A grave costs $3; it takes fifty feet of lumber to make the box; that costs $1; then there is the excelsior for the upholstering, muslin for a shroud and material for a headboard; that counts up $1 more, making a total of $5 to bury a pauper," explained the undertaker.
It was decided to accept the new bids, $5 for burials an 75 cents for ambulance service to the several city hospitals.
Labels: hospitals, public works, Robert Lee Gregory, smallpox, undertakers
July 1, 1908
GAVE SIGNAL OF DISTRESS.
Insane Man, Believing Life to Be in
Danger, Calls on Brothers.
The Rev. Reuben Pritchett, and escaped patient from the state hospital for the insane at Austin, Tex., caused much excitement at police headquarters yesterday afternoon by giving the sign of distress of a secret order, meant to be used only by a member of that order who believes his life to be in danger. Several members of the order, not knowing of the man's mental condition, sprang toward him, but stopped when they saw that he was merely being searched by the police.
For several days Detectives J. B. Koshlear and J. J. McGraw have been searching for the Rev. Pritchett, who, they had been informed, was in Kansas City. Detective Keshlear found the man near the postoffice yesterday and had a hard time getting him to the station. The minister fought furiously and it took three policemen to get him in the patrol wagon.
The insane man will be sent to Galveston.
Labels: detectives, mental health, ministers, police, post office
July 1, 1908
ONE DRIVER ON THE SPEEDWAY.
He Found Course Rough and
Didn't Remain Long.
The speedway, which parallels Gillham road from Thirty-ninth to Forty-third streets, was opened yesterday. Only one speeder took advantage of the drive. He drove up and down the course twice and then left.
"The speedway isn't in good shape yet," said A. D. Nolan, mounted park policeman who was patrolling it yesterday. "It is muddy and rough at the south end and probably will not be in good shape until Saturday It needs harrowing and rolling to set it in good condition.
"I don't expect many drivers on the course before Saturday. Probably we'll have a big Fourth of July crowd, and the real opening will be then."
Labels: Forty-third street, Gillham road, police, Thirty-ninth street
July 1, 1908
MEGAPHONE MAN TO BE MUTE.
Council Takes Away License of Rub-
berneck Car's Solicitor.
A muzzle is to be put on the megaphone man on the rubberneck car, an ordinance having been passed by the upper ho use last night taking his license away from him.
"We do not intend to stop the car," Alderman George H. Edwards explained. "Business men in the block where the car starts, and the Union depot people complain about the abuse of the existing ordinance. The sight seeing car will still be permitted to run if this ordinance is passed, but there will be an end to the row made in soliciting patronage. Merchants are not allowed to solicit in this manner and they must all be treated alike."
The vote to abolish the megaphone was unanimous.
Labels: Kansas City council, Seeing Kansas City
July 1, 1908
THERE WERE 409 JUNE BRIDES.
Heaviest Marriage License Business
in History of the City.
More marriage licenses were granted by the recorder of deeds during June than ever before in the history of Kansas City. A total of 409 licenses were issued during the thirty days in June, and average of nearly fourteen daily. This means that 818 people agreed during the month to try the more or less tempestuous voyage on the sea of matrimonial bliss.
In only one day during the month, last Friday, did applicants fail to seek the happiness certificates, and in all the rest of the days, Sundays excepted, the office was literally crowded with those who wanted licenses.
June 30, 1908
HOBOES WERE GIVEN A BATH.
As Result of a Prank Played by a
Companion on Police.
There was a joker in the holdover at Central station last night, and his idea of a joke resulted in a bath to several occupants of the underground apartments, formerly devoted to women.
A water pipe with tap at the end served to irrigate the prisoners in this section of the holdover. The joker twisted the pipe at 1:00 this morning and broke it. The crook he gave it turned the stream fairly upon his companion's bunks.
It looked like a mutiny for a while, those defenseless hoboes under a stream of water, pure water, and solid walls on four sides.
A plumber came after half an hour's lapse and shut off the stream. The police didn't know whom, at least that's what they told the drenched hoboes.
Labels: Central station, jail, pranks
June 30, 1908
DOES NOT FAVOR
BUT PARK BOARD MAY ACCEDE
TO COUNCIL REQUEST.
WOULD NOT SEPARATE RACES.
LET BLACK AND WHITE CHIL-
DREN PLAY TOGETHER.
To Make Another Inspection Trip of
the North End in Search of
Available Sites -- Members
Discuss Race Question.
While the board of park commissioners, as a body, is against social equality of the races, the council resolution asking the board to designate sites for seperate playgrounds for the white and negro children of the North End yesterday brougyht expressions from members who do not believe in distinctive action toward segregating the little black folk.
Commissioners Fred S. Doggett and A. J. Dean went on record against two playgrounds because, each said, he does not believe separating the negro children from the white children the proper way to eliminate the bad in negroes.
"A negro's blood is much like water -- it's better when it isn't riled," said Commissioner Dean.
It is not probably, according to the discussion before the board yesterday, that the commissioners will insist on a single playground. The board will, some day this week, make a second inspection trip in an effort to decide the best locations for the two playgrounds. Franklin Hudson, president of the board, does not favor a negro playground on the site recently discussed in the North End, giving as his objections the predominance of white tenants in the vicintiy. Several sites on and near Fifth street have been proposed, but in each case the property fronting on at least three sides of the proposed tracts is occupied by white families.
The board originally intended, the statement was made yesterday, to build two playgrounds, but the one ground asked in their ordinance was to be built at once and a negro playground was to come later. Commissioner Doggett said yesterday that, if the council will not pass the ordinance asked by the board, he favors accepting the substitute and building the two playgrounds at once, but he added that his submission to the wishes of the council does not come from personal sentiment, for he does not believe the races can be successfully separated at play while young.
Labels: children, Fifth street, Kansas City council, North end, Park board, race
June 30, 1908
CAVE MADE WALKS
WHEN HE WAS HERE.
ENGLISH BARONET NOW POSES
AS WILD WESTERNER.
In Lloyd's Weekly He Tells of His
Adventures, but Doesn't Mention
Cement Walks -- Wanted to
Marry a Waiter Girl.
The girl who refused to marry Cave will be sorry. Nothin' but a graitoid sidewalk layer, so he was, but it is all right. He has come over with the title and the coat-of-arms. He is gushing all over the shop about his being a "cowboy," and the current number of Lloyd's Weekly News has a full page of his autobiography, and it is rank rot, but he is a baronet, all right, all right, and the girl he asked to marry him when he was working for Knapp & Coumbe in this city, laying sidewalk out in the Sunny Slope district, will be sorry. She could have been "my lady" by this time.
And maybe she would have been over with it, too, by this time, for the duration of a marriage to a titled foreigner is not great.
As for the sidewalk laborer, who said that when his father died he would be a baronet, Lloyd's says it is all so. Lloyd's is a London weekly budget with a circulation of 1,250,000, so it amounts to something. The last issue of the paper to arrive in Kansas City announces that Sir Genille Cave-Browne-Cave had, two days before, assumed his title, inherited from his father, recently dead, and that his first administrative act had been to "give" to the Episcopal rector on his estate the "living," meaning that the sidewalk laborer, as an English baronet, has the right to appoint the clergyman in his district, Episcopal clergy in England being paid out of the government coffers.
RUNS BACK TO THE BRUSH.
Cave's pedigree, according to Lloyd, and not according to Cave himself, goes back to the time of William the Conqueror, when Jordan de Cave got on the books as an estate holder. There is a picture of the sidewalk laborer's mansion and a copy of his arms and crest. The girl who refused to have him when he was working laying granitoid now has a job in a restaurant, knowing no more about a coat-of-arms than she does of the records of the Garter king of arms, who has had the scare of his life over the returned wanderer.
Cave's biography is to be a Continued Next Week affair. In it Sir Genille says that he was born in 1867 and had a cranky father. The opening chapters treat of Cave's life in the British army, where he saw no fighting, and his meeting up with Colonel Cody's minions and deciding to run away to America to be a cowboy. There is a picture of me lud roping a Norman Percheron. The dook has chaps on, great wooly things, a gun and spurs with rowels like buzz saws.
The rope has gone around the imported pinto's neck, but his grace has got him stopped. Even tenderfeet hereabouts have a suspicion that a rope around a horse's neck would be disastrous to the man at the other end, but the picture goes well in England, and Kansas City is not supposed to know anything about it.
NOT AS SIDEWALK MAN.
There are four illustrations, not one showing his royal highness pounding wet ashes to make a bed for the granitoid. The least said about that sort of thing the better. What the noble earl is doping out to his astonished fellow citizens is that he was a terror from the start to the present writing, and that he was in the First Dragoon Guards, the Twenty-first infantry, twice to Australia and the bush and wound up as a cowboy before his father, the eleventh baronet, died. The thing that he is thrilling England with his career as a cowboy. Next week's Lloyd is to bring the chapter here, where those "damned eye witnesses," whom the late Colonel John T. Crisp so heartily despised, lived.
"When I knew Cave," said a chum of the newly established baronet yesterday, "he had a job here as a common laborer. He was drinking a bit, but not very much. I did not think he was crazy. He bought a saloon out one time, or at least made a contract to buy it, and then flunked. I thought it was all right. He was not very drunk at the time. He told me his father was Sir Mylles Cave-Browne-Cave of Leicestershire. I did not believe him. None of us did. We just supposed he was mouthing, like some chaps do, you know.
"He took a drop too many one night and asked a girl to marry him. She balked and he begged her pardon, but said she would regret it, as one day he would come in for a pot of money. She thought he was mouthing, too, for he was behind in his board then. He was a hard working chap, made friends and kept 'em and did very well in his way. He was not a common looking chap. Quite the opposite when he liked to be. His great fun was to dress up and play the heavy swell. My, but he could put it on.
"We thought he had been a valet somewhere or other, perhaps, never thinking he was sure enough heir apparent to a baronetcy. I do not know now that he is worth a dollar. There may not be a cent to the title. However, I expect we shall find there was. I see that his father was a crank of the first water, refusing to see the boy under any circumstances. I believe this, for the boy told me he would not want to see his father except under extraordinary circumstances. They were a well matched pair."
Lloyd's says the Kansas City man is a baronet because of the game of polo. An elder brother, born to inherit the title, was killed while playing the game. The picture of Sir Genille supplied the London paper is that of "The Cowboy Baronet" but the hat, striped shirt and belt are said to be the same ones he wore when he was doing nothing more dare-deviling than troweling cement out Forty-fourth street way.
Sir Genille threatens to come back to this country to marry a Denver girl.
Labels: England, immigrants, newspapers
June 30, 1908
TWO MEN TAKE CARBOLIC ACID.
One Because He's Asked to Pay a
Debt; Other's Reason Unknown.
Roy Kirk, 31 years old, a contracting plasterer, who gave his residence as 407 West Fourteenth street, was taken to the emergency hospital about 5 o'clock last evening to be treated for carbolic acid poisoning. When Dr. J. P. Neal examined Kirk he found that there was more of the acid on his face than inside the mouth. Joseph Blake and Kirk, who had been friends for a long time, had quarreled because Blake had asked Kirk to pay a debt. They entered a saloon at 903 Wyandotte street and drank together. Then Kirk is said to have left suddenly and returned with an ounce of carbolic acid.
"If you don't forgive me for what I've done I'll call it all off and take this," he said.
Then Kirk attempted to drink the acid. Blake struck the bottle from his hand, spilling the acid over Kirk's face.
About 9 o'clock last night an old man was found breathing heavily in a bunk at the Helping Hand Institute, 406 Main street. Dr. J. P. Neal was called from the emergency hospital across the street. Strong antidotes were at once administered and after an hour's hard work the old man was declared out of danger. By his bunk was found a bottle that had contained carbolic acid. On the books of the institution the old man was registered as Jeff Smith but that is not thought to be correct. The man's throat was so badly corroded that last night he was not able to talk.
Labels: doctors, emergency hospital, Fourteenth street, Helping Hand, Main street, poison, saloon, Suicide, Wyandotte street
June 29, 1908
EAGLES WILL STOCK
SWOPE PARK CAGE.
THAT ORDER HAS TOO MANY
Cage to Hold Them 300 Feet Long
and Higher Than Forest
Trees Is Now Being
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
NATURALIZATION SYSTEM HAS
Largest Class Since New Law Went
Into Effect Will Be Examined
by Judge John F. Philips
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, Judge Philips, United States District Court
June 29, 1908
BOY IS KILLED
BY A BASEBALL
THROWN BY MARION GREEN,
11 YEARS OLD.
MORRIS CROWE IS
HE WAS ALSO 11 YEARS OLD.
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, Texas
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
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, Congressman Borland, hotels, military, Senator Warner
June 28, 1908
SEAVER IS THE
TRANS-MISSISSIPPI CONTEST TO
PLAYS IN SPLENDID FORM.
GREATEST FINAL ROUND IN AS-
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.,
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
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
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, music
June 27, 1908
MADE THEM SNICKER.
WATERWORKS EMPLOYES ARE
USED ONLY TO POLITICS.
"PULL" BETTER THAN EFFICIEN-
CY IN HOLDING JOBS.
Board of Public Works Gets Busy.
Chief Engineer John F. Sickles
Suspended Pending an
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, Robert Lee Gregory
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, bicycles, Denver, Kansas City Southern
June 27, 1908
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