June 12, 1909
DIED NEAR THE SAME TIME.
Mrs. Spickert Lived Only Few Hours
After Husband's Death.
Nicholas C. and Matilda Spickert, an aged couple living at 4247 Woodland avenue, died of different diseases within a few hours of the same time yesterday. The husband, who was 64 years old, died at the home at 4 o'clock in the morning. He was afflicted with cancer of the stomach. Mrs. Spickert died of a complication common to old age at the home of her only child, Mrs. Margaret Douthat, 3808 Euclid avenue, at 6 o'clock last night. She was unconscious for fourteen hours before her death.
Mr. and Mrs. Spickert came to this city form Texas twenty-five years ago and the former has for the past three years operated a s mall notion store at 4245 Woodland , next door to his dwelling.
Funeral services will be in charge of the Masons from the home of Mrs. Douthat at 2:30 o'clock Saturday afternoon. Burial in Elmwood cemetery.
Mrs. Douthat said last night that the couple had been married thirty-eight years and came to this city from Texas in a prairie schooner.
Labels: death, Euclid avenue, Seniors, Texas, Woodland avenue
December 14, 1908
THREATENED HIS WIFE BEFORE.
Pigg Said He Would Make Trouble.
She Is Still Alive.
Evidence secured yesterday by the police shows that James Monroe Pigg, who shot and fatally wounded his wife, Allie F. Pigg, in the front room of her home, 1108 Euclid avenue, early Saturday night, did so after premeditation.
Pigg was in Kansas City Sunday, November 30, and visited in town for several days. On Monday he went to the saloon of J. W. Woods, 700 Independence avenue, whom he knew in Deepwater. He was accompanied by a young man from Deepwater, and Pigg, who was drinking a good deal, made threatening talks about what he was going to do, giving Mr. Woods the impression that he intended to kill his wife and then himself.
Several letters which Pigg had written were shown and he said they told why he was going to make trouble. Pigg was carrying a revolver and Mr. Woods took it from him. The next day Pigg called and was given his revolver. Last night Mr. Woods said that Pigg had spoken to him about his wife and said that she would not live with him in Deepwater. The man also accused his wife, Mr. Woods said, of treating another man with more consideration than she did him.
While Mrs. Pigg is in the women's ward at the city hospital, hovering between life and death, her husband lies strapped to a cot in the male ward. His wound did not prove to be dangerous, but that of his wife is looked upon by surgeons as fatal.
Labels: alcohol, domestic violence, Euclid avenue, general hospital, guns, saloon
December 13, 1908
SAID WIFE HAD
PIGG SHOT HER AND TURNED
WEAPON ON HIMSELF.
SHE WILL DIE,
HE WILL LIVE.
TRAGEDY OCCURS IN HOUSE AT
1108 EUCLID AVENUE.
Woman Was Shot in the Top of Head.
Pigg Tried to Fire Another
Bullet Into Body When
James Monroe Pigg, a liveryman of Deepwater, Mo., shot and fatally wounded his wife, Mrs. Allie Pigg, in the latters room on the second floor of 1108 Euclid avenue at 7 o'clock last night. The ball entered the top of her head, and lodged in the right temple. She will die. Pigg then shot himself in the left breast, but the ball struck a rib, passed around the body and lodged near the spine. Both were taken to the general hospital, where Drs. W. T. Thornton and J. Park Neal operated upon them. Piggs wound is only superficial, and the ball was removed. He is now being guarded at the hospital.
"BETRAYED ME," SAYS PIGG.
J. D. Gregg, who occupies the flat below Mrs. Pigg, heard five shots, and finding the door to the room licked, notified the police. John R. McCall and Benjamin Goode, plain clothes men, were sent to the house. When they entered the room where the shooting occurred Mrs. Pigg was lying on the floor, bleeding from the wound in her head. Pigg was sitting on the floor beside her, a revolver in his hand. As the officers entered he raised the weapon as if to shoot.
McCall covered the apparantly dazed man with his revolver, not knowing that Pigg was wounded, and said, "Drop that gun." At that Pigg turned the gun to his breast again, and would have fired another shot, but was seized by the officers.
When asked who had done the shooting, Pigg answered promptly:
"I did. She betrayed me. There's no use in holding an inquest." Then he asked that his father, William L. Pigg, of Deepwater, be notified. Still rambling he said his daughter, Mrs. Hortense Burleigh, 808 South Twenty-first street, Omaha, had been here on a visit and that Mrs. Pigg had refused to allow the baby to call her grandma.
"And she wouldn't kiss our daughter, either," he said, "turning only her cheek."
He mentioned a man whom he called "A. P." as being the cause of all his trouble.
HE WROTE TWO LETTERS.
Pigg directed the officers to his coat hanging on the hall tree, saying his "dying words" would be found there. One was addresed on the envelope to "the coroner" and the other "to the people" in a scrawling hand.
"With wife betrayed life is not worth living. No inquest is necessary. I committed the deed. Betrayed by A. P. W., me having confidence in him. P. S. -- Wife betrayed me is all and with confidence. Betrayed by a scoundrel, A. P. W. is all. Don't let any man in on your home. He will betray your confidence as this scoundrel betrayed mine. "
A short note to his daughter read: "Dear Hortense. Your mother has betrayed me." Then he speaks of a diamond ring he had bought her for Christmas.
Another note to "Dear papa and mama" reads: "Life is not worth living with my wife. I am in awful disgrace. With love to all, Monroe." On a post-script in the parents' note he scrawled: "Notify father, W. L. Pigg. My name is J. M. Pigg. Betrayed confidence in my wife. Love to Hortense and baby. They care not what I am worth as I have only my wife's love which is not affectionated love. Hortense and baby I am to die."
COUPLE LIVED APART.
Mr. and Mrs. Pigg have lived apart for about fifteen years, but he visited her regularly and there appeared to be no trouble between them. Mrs. Pigg made fancy embroidery for the Emery, Bird, Thayer Dry Goods Company.
J. D. Gregg and wife, who have known Mrs. Pigg for six years, said so far as they knew, Pigg had not the least foundation for his suspicions. Mrs. Pigg is 51 years old and Pigg 53.
Mr. Gregg said that Mr. Pigg most always came up here Thursday or Friday of every other week and remained over Sunday with his wife. They went down town together yesterday afternoon and not the least sign of trouble was to be seen. Pigg, he said, was a man who "talked a great deal and said nothing, always talking in a rambling fashion."
All who know Mrs. Pigg say that she is a woman whose character is above reproach and that Piggs mind must have been affected. At the general hospital it was said that he bore symptoms of having taken some drug, probably a strong narcotic. He said while on the table that he was sorry he had not killed himself as there was little to live for now.
William Young, a brother of Mrs. Pigg, and his mother left their home at Knob-noster, Mo., last night for the city. They are said to be among the wealthiest families in that county.
How Pigg happened to shoot his wife in the top of the head is not known, unless she was lying down at the time or leaning toward him in a chair. Five bullet holes are in the room and the shells were picked up by the officers. Pigg's gun was loaded again when he was found.
Labels: domestic violence, Dr J Park Neal, Euclid avenue, general hospital, guns, Omaha, police, Suicide
September 18, 1908
ELI W. FISH, MERCHANT, DIES.
Was in Business on Grand Avenue for
Eli W. Fish, who, since 1867 until last year, conducted his feed and grain business at 1418 Grand avenue, died yesterday afternoon at his home, 3228 Euclid avenue, after an illness of over a year.
Mr. Fish was born in Bedford, Ind., in 1843 and passed his youth on a farm. He was one of sixteen children, many of whom are still living. At the age of 18 years, in 1861, the young man joined the Eighteenth Indiana infantry and marched away to war. He fought in many engagements and afterwards transferred to the Fourth Indiana cavalry.
After four years of service he was mustered out and returned to Bedford to marry a girl from his native town. He then moved to Des Moines, Ia., and engaged in the gain and feed business, but in 1867 moved to this city and took up his quarters where his business stood for the next forty years. The sign which he had displayed, a large fish, is known to many residents of the city. For many year she lived in the rooms above his place of business on Grand avenue, but several years ago he moved into the south side.
Mrs. Fish died seven years ago. A daughter, Mrs. Clint Schley, lives at 3228 Euclid avenue, where Mr. Fish had made his home for several years. A son, Philip C. fish, an electrician, also lives in this city. Mr. Fish was a Republican in politics and was a candidate for the office of county marshal in 1894.
The funeral services will be held Saturday afternoon at 2 o'clock at the home. Burial will be in Forest Hill cemetery.
Labels: business, cemetery, Civil War, death, Des Moines, Euclid avenue, Grand avenue, veterans
August 30, 1908
MRS. D. B. KIRK JR.
WRECKS POOL HALL
HER FATHER-IN-LAW IS FORE-
MAN OF GRAND JURY.
CATCHES HUSBAND GAMBLING
THROWS BALLS THROUGH MIR-
RORS AND WINDOWS.
David B. Kirk, Sr., Captures Cards
and Chips, and She Sweeps Up
$5 Bill -- All Held as Evidence.
Wondering what attraction her husband found to keep him down town until the wee small hours of the morning, Mrs. David Kirk, Jr., 3120 Euclid avenue, daughter-in-law of David B. Kirk, foreman of the grand jury, started an investigation which culminated last Thursday night in her wrecking a pool hall located at 715 Central street after she discovered her husband in a rear room playing poker.
For some time Mrs. Kirk had been disturbed in mind because her husband had begun to keep late hours and could not give to her any satisfactory reasons for his so doing. A week ago five men were arrested by Detectives Robert Phelan and Scott Godley, who charged them with gambling. In some mysterious way Mrs. Kirk heard that her husband was one of the men, as did also his father in law, David B. Kirk, foreman of the grand jury. When taxed with being arrested Kirk, Jr., denied it to his wife, and she asked the assistance of her father-in-law.
The son was called into the father's office and denied that he had been arrested, but admitted that a friend had been caught gambling in a raid that detectives made on the pool hall and that he had gone to the station and deposited $17 bond for his friend.
David B. Kirk, 3217 Montgall avenue, foreman of the grand jury, was at his desk in his office in the M. K. & T. building about 7 o'clock last evening when he received a telephone call from his daughter-in-law. She said that her husband was not at home and that she was worried about him. She finally left her home, 3120 Euclid avenue, and went to Mr. Kirk's office. He talked to her and endeavored to pacify her and then they started home. She suggested that they stroll down to the suspected pool hall and see if David, Jr., was there. Mr. Kirk said last night that the pool hall was brilliantly lighted, the billiard balls racked, but the room was empty.
SHE CAUGHT THEM AT IT.
Mrs. Kirk refused to be satisfied. She opened the door and walked in. A door at one end of the room led to another beyond. The glass panels were painted white and it was impossible to see what was behind them. Mr. Kirk and his daughter-in-law could hear men's voices, the clicking of chips and the shuffling of cards. She knocked on the inside door as it was locked. A man partly opened it, probably expecting to see another poker player to join the crowd, and that act led to the wrecking of the hall later on.
Mr. Kirk succeeded in getting her foot between the door and the jamb, and, assisted by Mr. Kirk, Sr., she pushed the door open. Inside was her husband and four or five other men. They had attempted to conceal all evidence of the gambling that was going on in the room, but overlooked one $5 bill A man remarked that the money belonged to him, but was surprised as the rest when Mrs. Kirk picked up the bill and said he had evidently made a mistake. She placed the money in her chatelaine bag. Mr. Kirk got some poker chips and cards as evidence.
SHE SMASHES THINGS.
Fearing that the commotion would attract a crowd, Mr. Kirk took his son's wife and started to leave the building. As the two went through the pool hall Mrs. Kirk's anger arose beyond control, and the red and white ivory balls seemed to drive her frantic. Rushing to one of the tables she picked up the balls and began throwing them through the mirrors in the room. Exhausting the supply of balls on the first table she quickly gathered up those on the table next to it and finished all the mirrors in the hall.
Going from one table to another the now enraged woman scooped up the little ivories and pasted them through the plate glass windows and out into the street. After she had thrown every everything she could handle she consented to leave. Mr. Kirk, her father-in-law, says they went to Eighth street and endeavored to find a policeman, but not a sight of one they could catch. Down one block and up another street the two people walked, hunting, searching and looking for a minion of the law, but in vain.
TELL IT TO THE GRAND JURY.
Just as Mr. Kirk, Sr., was calling the grand jury into session Friday morning he was informed that there was an urgent telephone call for him. He answered it and, last night, he said that his son was at the other end of the wire. Young Kirk told his father that Charles W. Prince, owner of the pool hall, was in his office and desired to know what reparation he intended to make for the damage of furniture and building resulting from his wife's actions. The young man wanted his father to tell him what to do. "Mr. Prince wants to talk to you," said the son. The father stated last night that he answered by saying: "If Mr. Prince wants to talk to me, he'll have to do the talking before the grand jury. That was the last Kirk, Sr. heard of Prince. It is not likely that that will be the last Prince will hear of Kirk, Sr., or of the grand jury, either.
When asked what action would be taken by him, Mr. Kirk, Sr., stated that he had called the prosecuting attorney into the grand jury room and told the whole story, shielding no one, asking no mercy for anyone.
Asked if an indictment would be returned by the grand jury against anyone for either gambling or keeping a gambling house, Mr. Kirk stated that the prosecuting attorney had informed the grand jury that Mr. Kirk had not secured enough evidence against anyone to make a conviction in the criminal court. The money, the cards, the chips, the table with its green cloth and white covering were not sufficient evidence, the prosecuting attorney told them. According to Mr. Kirk, to secure a conviction the state would have to have witnesses who could testify that they had seen the men gambling.
David B. Kirk, Jr., is 32 years of age. He is a millers' agent.
Labels: billiards, Central street, detectives, Eighth street, Euclid avenue, gambling, grand jury, Montgall avenue, women
August 12, 1908
LIFE WITH ACID.
ONCE WON PRIZE AS MOST BEAU-
TIFUL GIRL IN MISSOURI.
WEDDING WAS SET FOR TODAY.
DOCTOR PRONOUNCED HER DEAD
3 HOURS BEFORE SHE DIED.
Mother of May Williams Had Her
Committed to Reform School.
Girl Took Poison Rath-
er Than Go.
On the night before her wedding, and on the eve of being sent to the girl's reform school, pretty little May Williams committed suicide by drinking carbolic acid in the presence of her mother and Mrs. W. W. Smith, an officer of the juvenile court. Miss Williams was heiress to $15,000 and her life within the last three months had been a checkered one.
Two months ago, a few weeks after her mother had married Sol Mead, a railway conductor, Miss Williams was sent to the juvenile court, charged with being incorrigible. Mrs. Smith, the probation officer of the Detention home, thought the girl should be in a better place than the home. Consequently, according to Mrs. Alice Page, the matron of the Y. W. C. A. home at Eighth and Harrison streets, arrangements were made whereby the girl was taken to the Y. W. C. A. home. Mrs. Page found the girl to be anything but incorrigible.
A short while ago it became rumored that Miss Williams was to be married today. Shortly after the rumor became public, and the girl admitted that she intended to marry this morning, she was taken from the Y. W. C. A. home and hauled back to the Detention home. At her mother's request the reform school authorities decided to take the girl and to keep her for an indefinite length of time.
SOMEONE WAS NEGLIGENT.
The threat of the reform school had been made to the girl time and again by her mother, Mrs. Mead, and each time Miss Williams had replied that she would die before she went to the institution. Mrs. W. W. Smith accompanied her to her home, 816 Euclid avenue, in order that the girl might pack her trunk. On the way home the girl told Mrs. Smith that she was going to commit suicide. After the two had reached the Mead home, Miss Williams sat in the parlor and talked to her mother of the reformatory. Rising, she said:
"I will die first, and it will be before your eyes."
Whether any attention was paid to the girl's remarks has not been learned. At any rate, she was allowed to leave the presence of the court probationary officer and her mother, with the threat of suicide fresh upon her lips, and over fifteen minutes passed before she was missed. The court officer was present all of that time, and it is said she had heard the threat which the girl made.
In the meantime Miss Williams had gone to the Woodland pharmacy, three blocks away, convinced the druggist that her mother wanted three ounces of carbolic acid, and walked back home again. When she reached her home she walked up the back steps and raised the bottle of carbolic acid to her lips. She had heard footsteps approaching and desired to be successful in her attempt to end her life. At that moment Mrs. Smith caught sight of the girl and called to Mrs. Mead, the mother. With both women looking at her, standing as if rooted to the floor, the girl drank the contents of the bottle and then murmured:"Now, I suppose you are satisfied."
Instantly the probation officer ran to he 'phone and called a doctor and neighbors. Someone called the police ambulance and Dr. J. Park Neal.
DOCTOR THOUGHT HER DEAD.
Dr. A. H. Walls, who lived in the immediate neighborhood, was called. He replied that he could not get to the Mead home for twenty-five minutes. Ten of those twenty-five had elapsed when someone called the police ambulance. The ambulance made a rapid run and arrived at the home of the Williams girl shortly after Dr. Walls had arrived. As Dr. J. Park Neal, probably the most successful combater of carbolic acid suicides in Kansas City, jumped from his ambulance he was met by Mrs. Smith and Dr. Walls. They told him that the girl was dead an d that nothing could be done for her. Taking Dr. Walls's word for it, and knowing Mrs. Smith as a court officer, he did not attend the girl, but went back to the emergency hospital.
As the ambulance turned the corner of Eighth street an undertaker's wagon appeared around the corner of Ninth street. No one knows who called it. By that time Dr. E. R. Curry arrived and pronounced the girl alive. She had been alive all of the time and lived for three hours after she had taken the poison.
"Could she have been saved had you attended her when you were at the house?" was asked Dr. Neal.
"I believe she could," he said. "In fact, I know she could have been saved. But I took Mrs. Smith's and Dr. Wall's word for final. I had no reason to believe the girl was still alive."
Dr. Neal could not understand why he was turned away while there was hope that the girl might not be dead.
Long before the girl was really dead, another undertaker's ambulance had driven up to the front door, and the neighbors looked on and wondered. No one could be found who would admit calling the second undertaker's ambulance.
Mrs. Mead, the girl's mother, says she is heart broken and will see no one. A doctor was called to see her.
May Williams was a beautiful young girl of uncertain age. Her mother swore in court that May was but 15 years old, while May swore that she was 17. Had the girl been 15 years old three years would have expired before she attained her majority; 17 years of age meant only one year until she came into the $15,000 which her father had left her.
WON A BEAUTY PRIZE.
Last spring May Williams won the prize in St. Louis as being the most beautiful unmarried woman in Missouri. The prize was given by a local newspaper. Everywhere she went her beauty was remarked upon. In St. Louis, say those who knew her there, she was not considered incorrigible, nor even wayward.
Mrs. Mead was divorced from her first husband and May lived with him until his death. In his will he left May $15,000, and, it is said, cut off his divorced wife without one cent. At the time of the Williams divorce, which occurred in St. Louis, the whole family history was aired.
Mr. Mead, who is a conductor on the Chicago & Alton railroad, has not been notified of his step-daughter's death. He is expected in from his run this morning at 10 o'clock.
Labels: detention home, Dr J Park Neal, druggists, Eighth street, Euclid avenue, juvenile court, Ninth street, probate, St Louis, Suicide, undertakers, women, YWCA
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
May 30, 1908
BLACK HAND IN
MOVES MEN LIKE PIECES IN A
GAME OF CHESS.
SHADOW OF MICKEY O'HEARN.
COMPELS TERROR AND SILENCE
WHEREVER IT FALLS.
"I Get My Orders From the Boss
Down Town," Boasts an Insub-
ordinate Sergeant --
What Happened to James.
"You'll only be here a few days."
"To hell with the captain. I get my orders from the boss down town."
Could it be that his avowed friendship for Alderman Mickey O'Hearn, and the fact that Mickey was for him when he made sergeant, inspired these remarks from Sergeant Charles Beattie? They were made some time ago in No 3 police station on the Southwest boulevard to Sergeant R. L. James, who, at that time, was in command of the station nights. There was more truth than poetry in the remarks, for James was moved at the next monthly meeting. It is said five persons heard the remarks of Sergeant Beattie.
It is a well known fact to all who understand police duty that the sergeant in charge of a station has full charge of the men in the entire district. On the night that the remarks were made it is reported that Beattie, who was serving as outside sergeant, changed a patrolman whom Sergeant James had ordered to walk the Southwest boulevard until the saloons closed. It was Saturday night and things were doing on the boulevard.
When the patrolman was told to go another beat he went to the station after his lunch, so report says. There this dialogue is said to have taken place:
"It's only 11 o'clock, officer. I thought I told you to stay on the boulevard until the saloons were closed," said James.
"Sergeant Beattie has ordered me back on my beat," was the reply.
ORDERS FROM THE BOSS.
Just at that juncture Beattie entered and an explanation was asked for. He said that he had ordered the officer back and intended that he should go there, too. He was asked if he didn't know that the sergeant in charge of the station was his superior officer and t5hat he is said to have replied: "Oh you'll only be here a few days."
James, according to the witnesses, must have felt the influence of the unseen power which has for nearly a year been guiding the affairs of the police, still he fought for his authority.
"I don't want to quarrel with my men, and won't," he is reported as saying, "but, Beattie, if you will be here tomorrow at 9 o'clock we will put this whole matter up to the captain and see who is right."
"To hell with the captain. I get my orders from the boss down town," is the reported remark of Beattie. Then the officer was ordered by Beattie to go hence and he went.
A full report of this affair was made to Captain John Branham, who has charge at No. 3 police station. The captain made his report and the correspondence was sent to Chief of Police Daniel Ahern. There the matter has apparently rested, for Beattie has never called "on the carpet" to explain his remark, and James "got his" at the first of the month. It is also said that the matter of James's removal was taken up with the commissioners later and that they knew nothing of it. Yet the board unanimously adopted a resolution in July last year, saying that only the commissioners should have to do with the shifting of men.
WHAT UNSEEN FORCE?
Who moved Sergeant James? What for? He is rated as one of the best officers on the force and there is not a black mark against him. What force was brought to bear? How did Beattie know that James would be moved? Beattie is said to be a close friend of "Mickey."
A reporter attempted to interview Sergeant James last night in regard to the affair. Here is all he got: "Yes, I was once at No. 3. I was moved from there and made relief sergeant. If there was any trouble down there, a full report was made on it, and that is all I have got to say unless called on by my superior officers or the board."
Before Beattie was made a sergeant, he walked a beat on West Twelfth street, by the Century hotel and theater. There he came daily in contact with Joseph Donegan, manager, a close friend of O'Hearn. He also saw O'Hearn many times a week for the Century was a hang out of his when not at his saloon. Many reports came to headquarters of a poker game in that neighborhood, but it was reported "impossible to get at it."
THEY'RE AFRAID TO TALK.
Good men on the police force who got "in bad" by doing their full duty are now living in deadly fear that their names will be published.
"What do you care?" one was asked yesterday. "You did your duty and got the worst of it, didn't you?"
"Yes," he replied mournfully, "and I know just why I got it and who gave it to me. But I have a family to support and I need my job. If you run my name I'm afraid the man who had me moved will have me fired."
All through the whole department that unseen power is felt. All seem to know what and who it is, but they fear to say so, unless called on to do so by the board of police commissioners.
A new man said yesterday that O'Hearn moved to the Century hotel in the Second ward just to run for Alderman there. The January Home telephone book gives his residence as 3427 Euclid avenue.
The police board seems to be resting fairly content while the force is being manipulated to suit a saloonkeeper-politician and his friends. Or is the board "wise" to what is going on -- and willing to stand for it?
Labels: Alderman O'Hearn, black hand, Euclid avenue, hotels, No 3 police station, police, politics, saloon, Southwest boulevard
April 25, 1908
WHILE HE ATE MUTTON CHOPS.
Harry Biaski Says Two Little Boys
Robbed Him of $300.
Two lads, Harry and Henry Robinson, sons of Abram Robinson of 1818 Locust street, are being held at the detention home until Harry Biaski, a huckster, living at 1712 Euclid avenue, recovers his pocketbook and $300 which he claims he lost while eating supper in Robinson's house. The father and the older son deny that Biaski was robbed while he was their guest. The $300 represents the savings of four years, Biaski says.
Labels: children, crime, detention home, Euclid avenue, Locust street
January 20, 1908
RAN AROUND IN SCANT ATTIRE.
Peter Mettlach Raced the Streets in
Running races with automobiles and street cars in his underclothes was the strange pastime of Peter Mettlach of 901 East Eighteenth street last night. Mettlach was placed in a sanitarium at Thirty-first street and Euclid avenue about two weeks ago.
Last night about 7 o'clock he told a nurse that he wanted to go home. She refused to give him his clothes, telling him that he was not in condition to go home yet. Mettlach, however, took a different view of the situation and went on back into his room on the second floor of the house, opened up a window and climbed down the fire escape and to freedom. He then entered his wild gambols over the southeast part of the city.
Patrolmen from No. 9 and No. 5 police stations were detailed to pick him up. After several hours he was seen by the motorman of a Swope park car, running by the side fo the car. Seeing the man in his underclothes, bareheaded and barefooted, the motorman stopped the car and urged the man to get in the car. When the car arrived at Forty-eighth and Harrison streets two policemen took the man on up to Thirty-first and Troost avenue, where his relatives met him with some clothes and took him home.
Labels: clothing, Eighteenth street, Euclid avenue, Forty-eighth street, Harrison street, mental health, nurses, police, streetcar, Thirty-first street, Troost avenue
November 15, 1907
DEATH RATHER THAN BLINDNESS.
Probable Cause of the Suicide of
"I believe I am going blind. I can't see to read the paper at night at all."
Before Leo Mainhardt, the cigar dealer, left his store at 601 Delaware street Tuesday night that was a remark he made to one of his clerks. It is the belief of his business associates that he may have wandered about the streets until 12:00 when he went to the Centropolis hotel, engaged a room, then committed suicide.
Mr. Mainhardt's eyesight was rapidly failing and he was constantly worrying about his inability to see.
Constant worry over his ailment," Mrs. Mainhardt said this morning, "is the only cause to which I can attribute his act. He has never said anything that would indicate that he intended to commit suicide, however."
The funeral will be held this afternoon at the house, 1322 Euclid avenue.
Labels: Centropolis, cigars, Delaware street, Euclid avenue, retailers, Suicide, visual impairment
September 10, 1907
FINDS HER MOTHER.
MYSTERY OF MISS "POTTER'S"
PARENTAGE IS SOLVED.
UNKNOWN WOMAN GAVE TIP.
SHE IS THE DAUGHTER OF MRS.
Father Died and the Mother Gave
Her Five Children Away.
Grandparents of Miss
"Potter" Live in
This City.The mystery surrounding the birth of Miss Ella Potter, of Kansas City, Kas., has been solved. She is the daughter of Mrs. Ida Drysdale, who lives on a farm near Jefferson City, and the grandchild of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Rice, of 2506 Euclid avenue, this city.
Yesterday Mrs. Effie Stuttle, of 804 Minnesota avenue, with whom Miss Potter is living, was called up by telephone by a woman who refused to give her name, and told that Miss Potter could find her grandparents by calling at 2506 Euclid avenue. Miss Potter lost no time in reaching the Euclid avenue address, and after making herself known received a welcome by her grandmother.
"I was never so happy in all my life," said Miss Potter last night. "I knew I was right when I said I was not the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Potter, and that I remembered being taken to their home when I was a mere baby. My grandmother bears me out in every one of my statements.
MOTHER GAVE CHILDREN AWAY.
"According to the story told me this afternoon by my grandmother, my father died when I was an infant, leaving my mother with five small children. She was poor and could not properly care for us, so she gave us all away. There were three boys and two girls. My sister and two of my brothers are dead, so grandma has been informed, leaving just myself and a brother. She could not tell me where my brother is now, but I guess my mother will know. I must surely see him."
"Will you visit your mother at once on the farm?"
"No, I'll not go there now, as my grandmother says she has been expecting to visit her here in Kansas City for some time, and is liable to arrive any day. Oh, I can hardly wait to see her. Just think, I am 18 years old, and have not seen my mother to know her since I was a baby. If she is not able to take me home with her I shall not burden her, for I am capable of making a living for myself. I would be willing to help support her now, but my grandmother says she has a good home.
"It wasn't because she didn't love us children that she gave us away; it was because she couldn't give us as good a home as she wanted us to have. She has thought me happy because the pole she gave me to have lots of money, but I would rather be with her in a hovel than to live in a mansion without he. I have known all the time that I had a mother somewhere in the world, but it didn't bother me so much when I was a little girl.
"Ever since I have been big enough to think seriously it has worried me a great deal. Many a night when all alone in my bed I have offered up a silent prayer that she would come to me some day."
Miss Potter told her grandmother how she remembered living near a bluff and the trip on the street car taken by her when her mother took her to the Potter home in Kansas City, Kas. Her grandmother told her she was correct, that her mother then lived in a house on the West bluff, just up from the Union depot.
"I recalled a time, as I remembered, when I was bitten by a dog when I was a baby," said Miss Potter, "and grandma said it was right. she said I was not quite 3 years old then."
LUXURY AND HAPPINESS.
Miss Potter states that the reason her relatives have kept her in ignorance of her right name was because they thought she was living in luxury and happiness and never suspected she questioned Mr. and Mrs. Potter of not being her father and mother.
Miss Potter received a letter yesterday from Charles Morris, of Oakley, Kas., a cousin of Mrs. Potter, in which he pleads with her to return to the Potter home. He said he remembered her when she was first taken there and how proud Mrs. Potter was of her.
Miss Potter says she has not made any plans for her future and will not until she has seen her mother. She does not want to return to the Potter home to live. Mrs. Stuttle, with whom she is now staying, conducts a kindergarten and training school, and she says that Ella can have a home with her as long as she wants it.
When a reporter called at the Rice home last night the house was in darkness and numerous rings at the doorbell failed to receive a response.
Labels: custody, Euclid avenue, Jefferson City, Kansas City Kas
September 2, 1907
MILTON J. OLDHAM HURT.
The Attorney Struck by a Passenger
Train and May Die.
Milton J. Oldham, 2905 Euclid avenue, an attorney with offices in the Scarritt building, was struck and dangerously hurt by a westbound passenger train on the Santa Fe railroad, at Turner, Kas., at about 4 o'clock yesterday afternoon.
Oldham had been visiting Mrs. Emma Moffett, of Turner, during the day and had just sepped behind one train, only to get in front of another. He was thrown several feet by the cowcatcher and was unconscious several hours. Mr. Oldham was put on board a Kansas City bound train and put in care of Dr. D. E. Clopper at Argentine. It was found that he sustained internal injuries, from which he may die.
Mr. Oldham was placed temporarily in the Argentine Young Men's Christian Association rooms last night, and will be sent to a hospital in Topeka this morning.
Labels: attorney, doctors, Euclid avenue, railroad, Scarritt building, Topeka, YMCA
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