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February 2, 1910 SIGNORA TO JOIN ISNARDI?
She Is Happy at Sumptuous Dinner on Eve of Departure.
Since Peter Isnardi left "Little Italy" three weeks ago, the residents of that section have employed their time chiefly in simmering down their financial losses so as to present them to the county attorney and wondering where the delinquent consular agent went when he left here. Opinion seems to be almost equally divided, some holding that he committed suicide by throwing himself into the Missouri river, and others that he dropped inconspicuously across the line into Mexico where the law would protect him from any embezzlement charge preferred by his enemies.
Those inclined to the latter theory felt themselves vindicated yesterday when it was learned that Signora Marguerite Isnardi also was preparing to leave the city and refused to tell anybody where she was bound.
Before the consular agent left he borrowed heavily from his friend and among those who lost in this manner was Antonio Sansone, living close to the consulate at 653 Cherry street. In part payment of what Isnardi owed Sansone, the signora yesterday turned over to him all her furniture. With her grips and trunk packed she then repaired to a restaurant and had a sumptuous dinner in which it is said wine figured. Several of her friends were present. She was happy.
"Where are you going?" someone asked the signora.
"I am going away; who knows where?" she answered with a characteristic shrug. "Perhaps I will be back soon, perhaps not."
The conversation lagged after that vague bit of information for the simple reason that one party to it could not speak very many English words.
"I am convinced that Signora Isnardi is going to join her husband," said J. P. Deo, editor of the Osservatore, an Italian newspaper at 210 East Fifth street. "Of course, we don't blame her for that, but we are naturally curious as to her destination and she certainly won't tell.
"Since Isnardi left here so suddenly people have been coming to light every day who have lost all the way from $10 to $1,000. The amount of money loaned or entrusted to the care of the man really is enormous when you come to think about it all coming from poor folks.
"A reward of $300 will be offered by the Italians for information leading to the location of Isnardi. First, however, I want to look into the law governing his case. I may also write an open letter to Guido Sabetta, the consul to Chicago."Labels: Cherry street, embezzlement, immigrants, newspapers January 28, 1910 HARD TOIL, MONEY AND BANKER GONE.
"LITTLE ITALY" AROUSED OVER THE DISAPPEARANCE OF PETER ISNARDI.
Many Italians Deposited Savings With Missing Consular Agent.
Little Italy was never before stirred as it was yesterday, when the announcement was made that Peter Isnardi, consular agent of the United States government, had left for parts unknown. Several hundred Italians are worried about sums aggregating about $12,000, the savings of years, which they had deposited with him. Most of those who entrusted their money to Isnardi were railroad section hands and laborers, recent arrivals from Sunny Italy, and unable to speak the English language. Some had been saving to pay the passage of wives or sweethearts to the land of promise; others that they might some day return to their old homes in Italy and to pass the sunset of their lives among friends and amid familiar scenes and surroundings.
A subscription paper will be started today by J. P. Deo, publisher of an Italian newspaper at 210 East Fifth street, to raise money with which to hire lawyers and detectives to seek Isnardi. A committee of Italians will call upon the United States district attorney today to learn what can be done in the matter.
"We intend to secure an order tomorrow from the prosecuting attorney," said Deo last night, "to open Isnardi's safe. He kept all his books locked in it. Not until we can see the books will we know the facts in the case."
A telegram was sent to the minister of foreign affairs at Rome to find whether or not the money that Isnardi was to forward to the bank at Rome was ever received there.
The Italian consul-general at Chicago announced yesterday that the Kansas City office would be abolished. Roma Ladife, vice consul at Chicago, arrived here yesterday to close the office. He took possession of the Italian flag, which hung in front of the agency at 512 East Fifth street, also the seal of the Italian government and the coat-of-arms. Consul Guido Sabetta, in Chicago, that the Italian government funds were not involved.
OPERATED PRIVATE BANK.
In addition to occupying the office of consular agent, Isnardi operated a private bank. This was wholly outside of his official duties, and for any losses that might occur the Italian government is in no way responsible. The consular agent is supposed to have received nearly $8,000 in savings of Italians in the three and one-half years he has held the office. The remaining $4,000 is money he collected for steamship tickets and to be sent to Italy, to be deposited in the bank of Rome.
Local Italians were opposed to Isnardi from the day he was appointed. charges have been filed against him several times with the Chicago office. Though there were rumors among Italians in Kansas City regarding the consular agent, deposits continued to come from those who lived in the country or in railroad camps.
Ten per cent interest was offered by Isnardi on deposits. This was more than the Italian Central bank at Rome pays, which they had all known in Italy. The Italian bank pays 3 1/2 per cent on time deposits. Those who did not want to send their money to Rome could deposit it with their consular agent, Peter Isnardi, in his private bank.
The office of consular agent pays no salary. It is an honorary position. Isnardi had no other business here, and no apparent private income. The Italians say his sole income was from money he collected from his private bank.
APPOINTMENT WAS PROTESTED.
Isnardi succeeded G. G. Lanvereri as consular agent in Kansas City. Isnardi was appointed by Count A. L. Rozwadowski, who died shortly after the appointment. His office was in Chicago. Signor Sabetta succeeded him. A committee of Italians went to Chicago when the count died and asked for the removal of Isnardi. Charges of dishonesty were made against him, but Sabetta refused to act without first having an investigation.
Before his appointment as consular agent here, Isnardi was a traveling book agent. H represented an Italian publishing house and sold his books for $10 each. His home was then in Pueblo, Col. Isnardi was in Kansas City when the question of a vice consul arose.
Isnardi went immediately to Chicago. Count Rozwadowski and he had known each other in Italy. Against the protests of a committee of Kansas City Italians, who wanted a man from here appointed, Isnardi returned two weeks after the dismissal of Lancereri with the commission of consular agent. His appointment, though recommended by the consul at Chicago, was made directly by the foreign minister at Rome.
The consular agent is an American citizen. A consul general, however, must be a subject of the king. This being the case, as an American citizen, the Italians here think that Isnardi can be prosecuted under the laws of this state, in case the funds are not intact. The consul general, under the extra-territorial provision of international law, is immune from arrest and prosecution in the country where he represents his government.
PROSECUTOR WILL ACT.
"I will thoroughly investigate these charges," said Virgil Conkling, prosecuting attorney, last night. "If I find that consular agents are amenable to the laws of this state, Isnardi will probably be arrested and prosecuted."
A dozen complaints have been made the past two months at the prosecuting attorney's office against the consular agent. Isnardi was charged with taking money from Italians to send to the bank at Rome, and appropriating it to his own use. Two weeks ago today the consular agent was called to the prosecutor's office. There he was told that if he did not refund $800 to an Italian who gave him the money for deposit, that criminal action for embezzlement would be begun. He was given until March 1 to refund the money.
Isnardi left Kansas City January 16. His wife said yesterday he had gone to Chicago, but reports from that city say he has not been seen by the consul general. Mrs. Isnardi has been conducting the business since her husband left.
When the news that the office had been closed spread among the Italians in the North End a crowd of 200 m en and women, most of them depositors in the consular agent's private bank, gathered in front of Isnardi's office. At dark the crowd dispersed. when the door to the office would rattle a dog's bark could be heard. The dog had been turned loose in the office to prevent the angry foreigners from making a forcible entrance.
"What will you do if he does come back?" was asked one in the crowd.
"String him up," was the prompt answer of an Americanized Italian.Labels: banking, Chicago, embezzlement, federal court, Fifth street, immigrants, newspapers, Prosecutor Conkling January 26, 1910 A HERMIT FORTY-NINE YEARS.
Grinter Dies in White Church Cabin; Mourned for Wife.
Ambrose B. Grinter, known in Wyandotte county as the "Hermit of White Church," died yesterday morning in the little old frame house he built for his bride in 1859. Had he lived until February 23 he would have been 92 years old. He left no near relatives.
He arrived in White Church in 1859 in a wagon, bringing with him a young wife. They built a little cabin of rough logs. Two years later his wife died. Since that time he had lived a life of seclusion, rarely visiting even the village store and shunning society. The little children of the village used to be afraid of the odd old man and at sundown the hermit could be heard calling his chickens. "Come along, little ones; come in, Wyandottes."
The little children's fears were groundless, though for a year or more before his death he at times chatted with the school children as they passed his door.
Early this winter he sat by a cheerful wood fire in his house and told a story of his life to a friend.
"I was born in Logan county, Ky., February 23, 1818," he said. "My daddy was a farmer and a hunter and he early learned me to use a rifle. When I was a lad of 14 he bound me out to a cabinet maker, William McMullen, who was afterward my 'daddy-in-law," and I learned his trade. I married his daughter, Mary Elizabeth, when I was 22. We lived in Kentucky till 1858, when we started out for Kansas in an old linch-pin wagon, which my 'daddy-in-law' had made for us. We drove two sleek oxen. When we reached Wyandotte county I bought fifty-four acres from the government. We built a little cabin and were very happy until Mary died and since then somehow or another, I don't care for the society of others. I spent my time in the woods with my dog and gun until I became too feeble to get about and now I must sit by the fire and smoke and dream."
Mr. Grinter had suffered with a cancer on his face for many years. About two years ago he went to Bethany hospital for treatment, where he remained for more than a year. While he was gone his neighbors cleaned up the house, which no woman's hand had touched since Mrs. Grinter died. One of these rooms was filled almost entirely with copies of old newspapers, neatly folded. Among these were copies of the Kansas City Journal and the Wyandotte Herald of the '50's. Mr. Grinter has been a reader of both papers for many years.
Another room, apparently that of his wife, was found in the condition it was left many years ago. An old sunbonnet hung on the post of the old-fashioned cord bedstead, the covers of the bed were rumpled and a woman's dress hung over the footboard. Mothers in the little village have long told stories to their little ones of how old Mr. Grinter, with a tender remembrance, had never touched the room since her death and never allowed strangers to look into it.
Funeral services ill be conducted by the Rev. J. W. Payne this afternoon at 3 o'clock at the old Grinter chapel. Burial will be in the chapel grounds.Labels: death, newspapers, pioneers January 24, 1910 TINY TOT TELLS THE TRUTH.
Assures Court He Never Sells Papers After Six O'clock.
Tony Grapes is the name of a diminutive Italian boy. He says he is 8 years old, but looks no more than 6. A few days ago he approached Judge E. E. Porterfield on a Brooklyn car and wanted to sell him a paper. Yesterday Tony and his father were in the juvenile court.
"Do you remember seeing me?" asked the judge.
"Yep," smile Tony, showing his white teeth. "I sell you paper."
"Do you remember when I asked you how late you quit selling papers and you said, 'Any old time?'"
"I quit all the time at 6 o'clock," said Tony, who had evidently been informed that little boys are not allowed to sell papers later than that.
Tony said he had made 15 and sometimes 25 cents a day and that he gave the money to his moth er. Tony acted as interpreter when the judge told the boy's father he must not sell papers any more until the youth is older
"You are sure you are telling your father exactly what I say to you?" asked the court.
"Sure," said Tony. "He says he no like me to sell papers. He 'fraid the cars run off my legs and arms and hands and feet. Then I wouldn't have any to sell papers when I get big."Labels: children, immigrants, Judge Porterfield, juvenile court, newspapers January 3, 1910 DID NUDE VISITOR BECOME SENATOR?
KANSAS CITY DETECTIVE TELLS OF EDITOR-POLITICIAN'S HUNT FOR CRIME.
Covered With Mud, He Broke Into Station, but Later Showed Big Roll. 
HALVEY SMOKES UP.
Murder was in the air in the detective bureau rooms of Central police station -- murder, along with other things, particularly tobacco smoke. This is said to be the atmosphere of a police secret service department the world over.
It is stronger when there is a story telling contest on and the sweating of a murder suspect in an adjoining room. Detective Joe Halvey had elected to while away the time until the end of the secret conference. His audience consisted of newspaper men, Inspector of Detectives Edward Boyle and Detectives Robert Truman and Dave Oldham.
"It was a late spring night three years ago," said Detective Halvey. "One of those chilly early mornings when reporters love to sit about the 'phone in the lobby and call up instead of going out after their stories," he added, with a ponderous wink.
A SCRIPTURAL WIND.
"It was a very cold night and a wind like the one spoken of in the scriptures was blowing down Missouri avenue."
"What kind of a thing was that scriptural wind?" inquired the reporter.
"I don't see why you intellectual cubs never seem to have had a religious bringing up," scornfully broke in Inspector Boyle, who prides himself in having maintained a Bible in his home since his marriage twenty years ago. "I think it is in Psalms where a March wind is spoken of that blows the straw hat wherever it listeth while many a good man and strong sweareth thereat."
The silence which followed the inspector's quotation was profound. The narrator took advantage of the lull.
"Well, it was getting along toward the second owl car. Michael O'Brien had just brought in a 'drunk' and booked him under the charge of investigation and Pat O'Brien and I were toasting our shins by a warm fire in this same office. I remember every detail, you see, just as though it was yesterday.
YELL AND A SOB.
"Suddenly there came from somewhere on Fifth street near the Helping Hand institute, a blood curdling yell ending in a sort of a sob, as though some man was being choked.
"There were twelve good men in different parts of the station, wherever there was a heating stove, and all jumped at once. There had been a good many holdups during the winter months and of course the first thing we thought was that some villain had made a touch under the eaves of the station. We were not going to stand for that, no sir-e-e-e.
"I was about the first of the officers to reach the big folding doors in the north end of the station. My six shooter was in my hand and there was blood in my eye, I can tell you. If there was something going on I wasn't bound to let the blue uniformed mutts with the brass buttons do the pinch act to the discredit of the detective department.
"Just as I had reached the last step the doors flew open in my face. There was just enough time for action and no time for thought. A lean white streak had started to unwind itself up the stairway when I dropped on it like a thousand bricks.
NAKED, SHIVERING MAN.
" 'Look out below!' I yelled, grabbing it by the neck and bearing it to the linoleum. Then I made a careful analysis. what I was holding was a naked man shivering with the cold and dirtier than any tramp from having been dragged in the mud. 'Great thunder,' said I, 'this must be Adam returned to look after his Eden interests. Who are you, anyway?'
 THOUGHT IT WAS ADAM.
"It didn't take much tugging and hauling after I got up off of him to get him in front of the desk sergeant and it took still less time for the entire force to see that he was in the last stages of destitution. He didn't have a finger ring left and his clothing was mud.
" 'What's your name?' the sergeant asked.
" 'You can put me down John Smith,' said 'Adam' with a groan. 'I ain't got any other name, for political reasons. Gentlemen, what I want is clothes, clothes, clothes.'
CLOTHES OBTAINED.
"The nude wonder somehow looked respectable and we could see that he was right about what he wanted. Half a dozen of us took him into the sink room and gave him a bath, while the rest of the shortstops went in search of clothes. He was not a very tall man and very slim, while the officers we had to draw from were all big, so when we got done with dressing him he looked like a Populist of the short grass country the year of the drought.
"I can't help but laugh when I think of him sitting there in the detectives' room with the waist band of the sergeant's extra trousers drawn up under his arm and his feet in shoes the size of four-dollar dictionaries.
 LOOKED BETTER CLOTHED.
"But for all his togs he couldn't help but look respectable. Every time he opened his mouth he emitted an idea by the double handful, which was strange considering his appearance when we first saw him. He was no ordinary man, that was a cinch. He was a genius.
ASKS FOR REPORTERS.
"About the time we were settling back into the humdrum of waiting until morning the unknown quantity took a hitch on himself and asked: 'Where are the reporters? Seems like there ought to be one or more around. It isn't time for the second mail edition yet.'
"We told him there was a little reporter named Billings in the room allowed for the use of newspaper men and that he was probably at that moment writing a story of how a naked, insane man had broken into the police station with the intent to murder the captain.
" 'I'll risk it,' he said with a laugh, 'send him to me.'
"We sent for Billings and it was evident that the two would be kindred spirits. The very first thing the stranger said to the reporter was what he refused to tell the sergeant, and that was how he had come to be naked. We had set him down to be a sort of a crank with spells of lucidness who had undressed and run into the station on a bet, but now we knew better.
HELD UP AND ROBBED.
" 'I was held up and robbed because I got into bad company trying to have a good time when I ought to have been decent,' he told Billings. 'I am sure none of this I tell you will get into the papers because I am a fellow newspaper man.
" 'Now what I want is clothes. I haven't got a cent but plenty of credit. I can get $10,000 anywhere when the banks open. I want you to strike some second-hand clothing store where the proprietor sleeps in the rear and get me a complete suit. I'll pay you when pay day comes.'
"Billings did not answer at once, and we could see he was studying hard. He had the money, for it was Saturday, the day he got paid, but he appeared not to like the idea of lending so much on such a short acquaintance. Finally an idea seemed to come to him. He looked sharply at the stranger and asked rather quick: 'What's thirty?' Now 'thirty' is a newspaper term that few people understand, but this one answered in a second, grinning from ear to ear: 'It means to chuck work and go home,' he answered.
REPORTER BUYS SUIT.
"Well, sir, the reporter did just as he said and got a whole outfit for $14.50 and the stranger left at daybreak telling us all to stick around until he could get another and better rig and return.
"In three or four hours he was back. He had on a brand new suit of the best ready-made clothes in town, patent leather shoes and a plug hat. Also he had a roll of $100 bills so large that they wouldn't go into his inside coat pocket without a special effort. He was showing us that he had the credit he had boasted about.
"This time when we saw him he was feeling better toward the world and would talk more about himself, but he wouldn't tell his name, although I have since suspected the reporter knew it. He told us, though, that he was a prominent Missouri editor with aspirations to the United States senate.
"He had been in politics for years with his paper and never wanted anything so bad as that Senate plum. His platform from the start, he said, had been the cleaning up of the state morally.
WANTED TO FIND TRUTH.
" 'I have preached against immorality so much," he explained, 'that I just had to get out and find the truth about the other side. If my political enemies get hold of last night's caper it will be my undoing.'
"After he had gone the reporter looked at me and said: 'Well, we have promised never to mention this and it is safe, I guess. But my! what a story it would be for some newspapers I know.'
"The reporter is out of town now. By the way, Billings wasn't his name, either. I wonder which United States senatorial candidate that was?"Labels: Central station, detectives, Fifth street, Inspector Boyle, Missouri avenue, newspapers, police, police headquarters, politics November 29, 1909 ITALIANS FAVOR FRANCHISE.
Canvasser Says He Did Not Hear Any Talk of Money Being Used.
Edward B. O'Dowd, 2404 Paseo, an insurance agent with offices in 501 Kemper building, is one of the legally appointed canvassers for the board of election commissioners in obtaining names of voters disfranchised by change of residence. It so happened that he and his colleague have just finished some of the precincts in the Seventh ward.
"When canvassers were appointed," said Mr. O'Dowd last night, "all were instructed that they were named for the sole purpose of finding out who had moved away. Under no circumstances were we to attempt to get the sentiment of the voters. A. C. Perkins, my colleague, and I have obeyed this instruction to the letter.
"Most of our work has been down in what is known as 'Little Italy,' " continued Mr. O'Dowd. "While neither of us asked for an expression of opinion many of the men volunteered their sentiments on the Metropolitan franchise question and without doubt the most of them appear to be in favor of it. During all of the canvass I never heard even the mention of money being used to buy votes in 'Little Italy" and, if it is such common talk down there some of 'the more ignorant sort,' as the Star calls these working men, certainly would have expressed themselves while we were making the rounds. while many were free to give expressions of favor of the four-cent fare franchise, as it appeared to appeal to them most, not one as much as suggested that money was being used."
Mr. O'Dowd said that the story printed in the Star is not true. The Star story was that "canvassers were told in 'Little Italy' that many of the Italian voters of the more ignorant sort are expecting to be well paid for their votes. One Italian leader said: 'Money will do most anything. It will carry this ward for the franchise.' "Labels: immigrants, Metropolitan Street Railway Company, newspapers, Paseo, politics November 20, 1909 NEGRO THEATER MANAGER LOOKED FOR NO PROTEST.
Louis Woods Says His Company In- vested $5,000 in Contracts for Rebuilding Synagogue.
Louis Woods of 722 Charlotte street, owner of the Kansas City Son, a negro weekly paper, a negro who leased the Jewish Synagogue at Eleventh and Oak streets to open a theater for negroes, said last night that he was surprised at the opposition the proposed theater has received.
"For years I have been giving this matter much needed thought," he said. "I have seen white play houses in Kansas City prosper and added to every year. I noticed another thing -- that few negroes attend a white theater unless a negro troupe happened to be there. Then the first and second balconies are packed with negroes who pay nearly as much as those on the lower floor. It struck me that as all negro shows that come to Kansas City are liberally patronized by negroes, they might as do as well by a theater managed by a person of their own color.
"I talked with Sam Conkey, advance man for the Cole and Johnson show, with Bob Motts, proprietor of the Pekin, a negro theater in Chicago, and with Sir Green, supreme chancellor commander of the negro Knights of Pythias who just has completed a $100,000 negro theater in New Orleans. We combined on the project. It was our intention to have a chain of negro play houses over the country. We have been looking at a proposition in St. Louis.
"We had no idea that there would be any objection to our going by ourselves. White people usually want the negro to keep to himself, but just as soon as he attempts to do so, they object. We had no idea that we would meet the color objection with this theater.
"The theater was to be an investment. We examined the lease and found it without restrictions as to color. The building and the location were so well adapted to our needs that we put money into the business. We have let several contracts and have spent about $5,000.
"Had we known that our going there would have been offensive, it would have caused us to look for another location. So far as I am concerned I do not wish to raise any strife. I was born and reared in Missouri and expect to live and die here."
When it was known a negro theater was to be near them business men on East Eleventh street got up a petition remonstrating against the lease. It was signed by nearly every business firm near the theater.
A. P. Nichols, a real estate agent, has charge of the synagogue property for the owner who lives in Omaha. The principal objectors are D. O. Smart and the North-Mehornay Furniture Company. Mr. Smart has under erection a five-story building west of the proposed negro theater. There are many retail firms along East Eleventh street, members of all of which are opposing the lease to a negro theater.Labels: business, Charlotte street, Chicago, Eleventh street, New Orleans, newspapers, Oak street, Omaha, race, real estate, St Louis, theater October 27, 1909 TO LANSING FOR SAFE KEEPING.
M'MAHON BROTHERS, PATRICK LAMB ESCORTED IN AUTOMOBILES.
Bum Tire Delays Journey; Mc- Mahon "Guesses" He Is Sorry.
Even before James McMahon's confession that he alone killed his two sisters and brother-in-law, Sheriff Al Becker had concluded that it would be best not to keep the prisoners, McMahon and his brother, Patrick, and Patrick Lamb, an employe at the McMahon farm, in Kansas City , Kas., over night and arrangements were made to take them to the penitentiary in Lansing. Telephone messages were coming into the sheriff's office informing him that there was much bitterness expressed in the vicinity of the McMahon and Van Royen homes and that a lynching was being planned.
Acting upon this advice the sheriff deemed it well to remove the prisoners at once, so that when Patrick McMahon had completed his confession to Taggart, the brothers and Patrick Lamb, together with officers and reporters, started for Lansing.
In an automobile with Patrick and James McMahon were Sheriff Becker, Under Sheriff Brady and Deputy Sheriff Brady. Patrick Lamb rode in another car with Deptuy Sheriffs Charles Lukens, U. S. G. Snyder, Harley Gunning, William McMullen and Clyde Sartin. In two other motor cars were newspaper reporters.
Never in all his life, probably, had James McMahon contemplated such a tour as he was then making. Every officer was well armed, and there was anxiety on the part of the sheriff, who did not know to what extent the movement to lynch the prisoners had progressed. The party drove out State street as far as Ninth street, then wheeled into Minnesota avenue and connected with the Reidy road.
The journey was continued on this road to a point where a cross-road offers an outlet to the Parallel road. If the junction of the Reidy road and the cross-road could be passed safely the officers felt confident that they would not meet violence.
PATRICK QUIET AND SULLEN.
Farmers in wagons and buggies lined the thoroughfare, and while the prisoners were peered at curiously, there was no demonstration. That everybody along the route knew of the apprehension of the McMahons was evident.
Riding with the sheriff and under sheriff, James McMahon appeared nervous during the first stages of the ride, but Patrick McMahon sat at his side, quiet and sullen, and seemingly totally oblivious to his surroundings.
At the junction there was not a person in sight when the motor car party arrived and, turning into the road, the machines were speeded rapidly to the main thoroughfare that led directly to Lansing. Near Bethel, Kas., the machine in which the McMahons were riding punctured a tire and the entire party got out and watched the chauffeur make the repairs.
During this interim, James McMahon, who was now feeling safe from a mob attack, appeared more cheerful and talked willingly to those about him. Again and again he said that he could give no reason for his crime and again and again he described it. He seemed unconcerned regarding his strange situation.
"GUESSES" HE IS SORRY.
"Guess you know this country pretty well, don't you, Jim?"
"I've walked over every foot of it," said the prisoner. "And I guess I won't walk over it any more."
"How do you feel by this time?"
"All right, all right, I'm glad I confessed."
"Sure that no one else was implicated in this affair?"
"No one else; Pat ain't guilty of anything," said Jim. "I did the whole thing."
"Are you sorry?
"I guess I am.
"Did you think they were going to catch you any time last week?"
"No, I didn't get afraid until this morning, then I knew the jig was up."
"How have you been at night? Did you sleep?"
"Yes, I slept all right; sometimes I got nervous."
"Didn't you get kind o' creepy when you walked about the Van Royen house?"
"No, not much."
"How about this man you said you saw talking to Van Royen on that Tuesday morning?"
"O, that was a lie."
"And about seeing Rosie when you were going to the pasture to milk the cows?"
"That was a lie, too," said James.
As he answered these questions the prisoner chewed tobacco at a furious pace. His lips were covered with the stains of the weed.
The repairs on the tire completed, the journey was resumed. At a point about fourteen miles from Leavenworth the same tire broke again, and there was another delay.
NEVER IN AN ASYLUM.
"We're outside Wyandotte county now, ain't we," said Jim, as he stepped to the ground the second time.
"Yes."
"Well, I feel safer now. There won't be any feeling over in this county."
"Were you ever in an insane asylum, Jim?" someone asked.
"No, but I guess I ought to have been."
"Ever have any insane fits or anything like that?"
"Not that I know of."
For a second time the obstreperous tire on Henry Zimmer's automobile was repaired and another start made, but in a few minutes the rim of the wheel rolled off. Then Zimmer tore off all the wheel fixings and the machine carrying the McMahons, rolled into Lansing limping on one side.
At the penitentiary Sheriff Becker and his prisoners were received by Warden J. K. Codding, who said that while the prison officials were willing to keep the men they would have to be willing.
"DON'T KNOW WHY I DID IT."
"We're willing," said Jim. "I'd rather be here than in Wyandotte."
"What do you think about it?" Patrick McMahon was asked.
"I guess this is the better place for tonight, anyhow," said Patrick.
Henry Zimmer offered to take Pat Lamb back with him, but the latter, at first willing, later decided that he would remain at the prison.
"I don't know what they're thinking down there," said Lamb, "so I'll just stay here for a few days."
The party remained in the warden's office fully a half hour, and during all that time Patrick McMahon spoke scarcely a word. When spoken to he answered, but his answers were brief. Jim McMahon, apparently not badly frightened, apparently not greatly concerned, sat in one of the warden's easy chairs and answered all questions put to him. The substance of all his answers were:
"I killed them, and I don't know why I did it."Labels: automobiles, farmers, Kansas City Kas, Minnesota avenue, newspapers, penitentiary, Reidy road, Sheriff Becker, telephone, Van Royen Murders October 9, 1909
FREDERICK GEHRING DIES.
Editor of Staats Zeitung Passes Away at 68 Years.
Frederick Gehring, editor of the Missouri Staats Zeitung, the offices of which are located at 304 West Tenth street, died at 7 o'clock yesterday morning at the German hospital. Mr. Gehring was 68 years old, having been born in Griessen, Germany, March 4, 1841. One relative, a son, Carl, employed by the Moore Transfer Company, survives.
The funeral services will be conducted from the home, 3152 Oak street, at 2 o'clock Sunday afternoon. Burial in Mount Washington cemetery.
Mr. Gehring was secretary of the German-American Citizens' Association and a member of the Turner society. In both of these organizations his long residence in the city, his position as editor of the only German weekly paper in the country and his evident honest and ability as a worker for the good of the community gave him prestige.
Coming from Germany when he was 12 years old, Mr. Gehring's parents took him to Lafayette, Ind., where he grew to manhood. When the civil war broke out he enlisted in the Fifteenth Indiana Volunteer infantry June 14, 1861. He was mustered out of the service in June, 1864, carrying a scar from a minie ball wound with him into private life.
After marrying Miss Catherine May of Indanapolis, immediately after the close of the war, Mr. Gehring moved to Springfield, Ill., where he started the German Free Press. He was twice elected to the city council in Springfield, and from 1876 to 1877 was a member of the legislature.
Mr. Gehring came to Kansas City twenty-five years ago and established the Staats Zeitung, or State News, in 1894. His wife died last December.
A special meeting of the Turner Society will be called at 8 o'clock this evening to arrange for the funeral.Labels: Civil War, death, German hospital, immigrants, Mt. Washington, newspapers, Oak street, organizations, Tenth street September 26, 1909 POLICE TO ISSUE NEWSPAPER.
It Will Contain Only Matters the Officers Should Know.
Beginning with the first of next month the printing plant will be in operation for the police department. Two bulletins with all the news of police interest will be issued each day. Instead of the policeman being compelled to listen to a description of a crook fugitive, which he is liable to forget in a few minutes, he will have a printed description of the man in his pocket.
The new bulletin will copy the St. Louis and Chicago plan with the added advantage of being printed twice each day. In the morning the record of all arrests, crimes, robberies and miscellaneous matters of interest to the officers will be printed. In the evening all similar events that have happened during the day will be printed.
The big complaint against the police department in the past has been the slowness with which the department acts. The bulletin will expedite matters at least twelve hours. An officer can consult this list for a complete description of all crooks that have been wanted for the past thirty days.Labels: Chicago, crime, newspapers, police, St Louis September 15, 1909 AID FOR CRIPPLED BLIND MAN.
Friends Are Starting a Subscription Fund for Edward Harris.
Men who knew Edward Harris, the blind newspaper vendor who stood each day at the Junction and who was injured by being run over by a team Monday afternoon, met at the Kensington Avenue Baptist church last night and arranged to take up a subscription to aid him in his time of trouble. Harris was seriously injured, and may be a cripple permanently. He has a wife and a daughter to care for.
Reverend A. E. Burch, pastor of the church, presided at the meeting. Many residents of Kansas City were familiar with Harris and bought papers from him.
The members of the committee in charge of the subscription for Harris are Rev. Mrs. Burch, A. C. Wright, S. A. Faires and M. A. Randall.Labels: churches, Kensington, ministers, newspapers, the Junction, visual impairment August 9, 1909 THE TRIBUNE IS GENEROUS.
Chicago Paper Runs Cut of Alleged Kansas City Depot.
In yesterday's Chicago Tribune there was a write-up of Kansas City's proposed new Union passenger station. An illustration of the building was presented, but Kansas City railroad men say that it is not a correct representation. Some two years ago a Chicago architect by the name of Jarvis Hunt, prepared drawings and sketches for the directors of the Kansas City Terminal Railway Company. They were but tentative in their scope, and did not receive the approval of the board of directors of the company for two reasons. One was the prohibitive expense they entailed, and the other that the company was not ready to finance so elaborate a building.
"Mr. Hunt evidently intends to build a monument to his genius, and to make the railroads foot the bill," was the comment made by one of the officers of the terminal company when the sketches were submitted. It is now understood that the architect is now at work on a more modified scale, and is preparing plans for a building the cost of which will be in keeping with the contract agreement, $2,800,000.
A building of the character illustrated in yesterday's Chicago paper would cost $5,000,000 to build.Labels: architects, Chicago, newspapers, railroad, union station June 24, 1909 INDEPENDENCE PAPER SOLD.
W. N. Southern, Sr., Transfers In- terests in Property to E. C. Gordon.
The sale of the Independence Sentinel took place yesterday. W. N. Southern, Sr., disposing of his interests in the paper to E. C. Gordon of Kansas City, Kas. Mr. Southern has been editor of the Sentinel for the past twenty years, but ill health caused him to retire.
"I will remain out of the newspaper business," said Mr. Southern yesterday, "until I recover my health. Worry and anxiety of business interests have undermined my general health until I was naturally forced to quit, and I feel better already."Labels: Independence, newspapers May 30, 1909 VISIT ARRESTED BY DEATH.
Admiral John Crittenden Watson Came Here to Meet Late Gov- ernor, His Cousin.
Unaware of Governor Thomas T. Crittenden's death, Admiral John Crittenden Watson, a cousin of the governor, arrived in Kansas City yesterday afternoon for brief visit. The first he learned of his cousin's death was while riding on a street car to the Crittenden home. A man with whom the admiral was sitting held a paper which contained an account of the governor's death. As he turned the page the admiral stopped him:
"What's that," he exclaimed. "Governor Crittenden dead?"
"Yes, he died early this morning," replied the man.
"I am his cousin, and I have just arrived in the city for a visit with him and his family. This is the first I've heard of his death."
Admiral Watson, who succeeded Dewey in command of the fleet at Manila, had been attending the convention of the Presbyterian general assembly in Denver. He was there as a delegate from Louisville, Ky., his him, and stopped off in Kansas City upon his return. He had been on the train for more than a day and consequently had missed the newspaper accounts of Mr. Crittenden's condition.
At the Crittenden home, the governor's half brother, Logan C. Murray of Kentucky, is expected today. Governor Crittenden and his brother and cousin had planned a family reunion to be held June 18, at the Crittenden home in Shelby county.Labels: death, Denver, newspapers, streetcar, visitors May 28, 1909 JAMES SHARP TELLS A RAMBLING STORY.
PREACHES ON WITNESS STAND BUT PASSES UP KILLING.
Arguments in Riot Case With Instructions to Jury Including Manslaughter and Par- tial Insanity.
Cost of the Sharp trial to Jackson county $1,500.
Duration of trial (if ended today) twelve days.
By noon today or shortly after 12 o'clock the fate of James Sharp will be in the hands of the jury. All the testimony was finished yesterday afternoon and the instructions were read to the jury.
If Sharp meant to convince the jury he is not in his right mind, his counsel let him do the best possible thing by allowing him to ramble on the witness stand as he did yesterday morning. One of his impromptu sermons lasted for nearly twenty minutes and might have been two hours had the court not stopped it. All through Oklahoma, Missouri, Illinois, Colorado, the Northwest and Canada he rambled.
DEFENSE SCORES POINT.
But when, in the course of his ramblings, he got to Kansas City, his flow of language dried. He was not allowed by his counsel to tell even who fired the first shot in the riot, and, not having been examined as to the details by his own counsel, could not be cross-examined on such points.
In many words Adam God told of the revelations he had:
"It was revealed to me, after I had been preaching for two years, that I was a chosen vessel. I received it as the messenger of the fifth angel in the ninth chapter of Revelations -- the angel who opened the bottomless pi pt and out of the pit came locusts and they had tails.
"I am Jesus Christ. This knowledge that is in me is God. I claim to be the father of the Lord, yet he is my mother. I am the father of Jesus Christ raised up again out of David. This revelation came to me in Fort Smith, Ark. Since then I have found more proof in the Scripture all the time. Two years ago it was revealed to me that I was David."
"Will you ever die?"
"I preached that I would never die and that my body would never see corruption. Anyhow, I will be reincarnated."
JEALOUS OF ADKINS.
But in all of Sharp's statement, from the time the meteor fell on his farm in Oklahoma until the time of the riot, through the tears that masked but could not stop the flow of words, though whatever emotion he may have felt, there was in it all , t the culminating moment, the note of jealousy. For John Adkins, the Adkins who led the naked parade, was a greater preacher than Adam God.
"From the time Adkins joined us until we were arrested in Oklahoma City he was the leader," Sharp testified. "The time he was converted he preached as no man has ever preached before nor since. We stood dumbfounded. Tears streaming down his cheeks, Adkins told us of things we had never heard of; things that were not in the Bible. He made men weep and women cry. Often I myself have wept as I preached, but I couldn't make others cry. But Adkins could. He was a great preacher."
It was Adkins who told Sharp, according to the defendant's story, that he was Adam, Mrs. Sharp, Eve, and the boy, Cain or Abel. There is confusion in the testimony as to the child's name. It was Adkins, too, according to the defendant, who said three times to the police, when they started to interfere with the naked parade: "Get the behind me, Satan." And Sharp said the police got.
NO SENSE OF SHAME.
Of this orgy Sharp told with no sense of shame. He appeared amused when he related his wife's endeavor to shield herself from the public gaze after her arrest and omitted no detail. In marked contrast to this was his testimony about selling his home because he feared he would get attached to it instead of god.
"An evil spirit leapt out of Holt and on me," said Sharp, telling of the controversy at the mission in the North end. I became unbalanced and pushed him out. I called him a foul name, but did not swear. I struck Holt with a pistol against my will. From that time on I was like a blind man and all through the fight I can't remember. I never was in such a fix since I was born. I know I said: 'Come on, we'll hold a meeting if we don't get killed. This is a free country and we'll preach anyhow.'
"I meant to show my humility with guns and thought perhaps they'd let me alone. I was watching for the police. the first officer told me to go over to the station and I started to talk to him when a man in citizen's clothes came up beside the officer and put a pistol in my face and told me to drop my knife. Then I heard a shot fired.
"Did you fire that shot?"
"No."
At this point the direct examination stopped. Sharp's counsel would not let him tell who fired the first shot, but turned him over to the state for cross-examination. Then the religious ramblings ceased and Sharp was brought back to his earlier life with a jerk.
WAS SHORT-CARD GAMBLER.
""Yes," said he in answer to questions from Mr. Conkling. "I was a gambler from the age of 14 for almost thirty years. I played cards for money. I was a short card gambler and played poker, seven-up, casino and other games. About all I looked for was to swindle. I got so I could run up high hands, but played square when I had to."
Under a fire of questions Sharp admitted that he had no title to the farm on which he lived, as it was a claim and he had lived there only two and a half years. He said he sold his relinquishment for $250 and paid off debts of $22. He didn't give the poor over $125, he said.
But after he quit gambling, Sharp took moral bankruptcy. He never made restitution to the people whom he had swindled.
"Gambling was the devil working through me. The money I had swindled people out of I just charged up to the devil, and let it go at that."
"Did you preach the Ten Commandments?"
"The Commandments were law in their day, but Christ came along and changed the law."
Pursuing questions about the evil spirit he said Holt brought the defendant, Mr. Conkling asked:
"Did you get the evil spirit first, or the gun?"
WAITED FOR TROUBLE.
"I carried the gun all the time. I never was in such a fix. Just think of a man going out and doing what I did -- "
"Did you tell the others to bring their revolvers?"
"They had them with them all the time. I was not hunting trouble. I was waiting to see it come. I was expecting it after what had happened."
"When the officer said, 'Drop that knife,' where was the weapon?"
"In my hand, open. We were holding a meeting and I was watching to keep them off if they interfered. I was armed with faith. Besides that, I had a gun and a knife which the children not of God could understand. Of course they could not recognize the spirit."
The sharp fire of cross-examination, calling for quick thought and feats of memory by the defendant, did much to dispel any belief of insanity which he may have instilled on his direct examination.
MRS. SHARP HYSTERICAL.
There were certain inconsistencies which hardly could have been lost on the jury. For instance, Sharp testified that he learned to read largely through his perusal of the Bible. He gave the impression that this was about his only means of education. Yet Sharp, it was pointed out, writes a fair hand.
Mrs. Melissa Sharp, sobbing and talking in the voice of hysteria, preceded her husband on the stand. She seems devoted to her husband, aside from religion and told of the falling star and of her conversion in Oklahoma in a voice that expressed the profoundest conviction.
Her recital of how the Sharps wept and prayed for weeks after Adam saw the star was dramatic. When she had finished amid tears of her own and of Mr. Martin of her counsel, she was taken back to her cell without cross-examination.
ARGUMENTS ARE BEGUN.
The argument was begun at 7 o'clock in the evening by William S. Gabriel, assistant prosecuting attorney, who presented the case for the state. He was followed by A. A. Bailey of the defense and Harry Friedberg for the state. After these addresses court adjourned until 9 o'clock this morning. The morning A. E. Martin will argue for the defense and Virgil Conkling, prosecutor, will sum up for the state. How soon after that there will be a verdict is for the jury to say.
About twenty-five instructions offered by the state and defense were given to the jury by Judge Ralph S. Latshaw. Under them, Sharp may be convicted of murder in the first or second degree. The maximum penalty for the last mentioned offense is two years' imprisonment. The jury may acquit on the ground of self-defense or on the plea of insanity.
The instructions cover partial insanity, the presumption of guilt raised by flight after the crime. There is an instruction covering the supposition that Sharp was insane at the time of the crime and has since recovered, and another that supposes he was insane then and is so now. The court instructed the jury that it was not necessary that Sharp should have fired the shot that killed Michael P. Mullane in order to convict him, but that it was sufficient if proved anyone acting in concert with him did the deed.
For the first time during the trial of the case, A. A. Bailey of Sharp's counsel took the active part yesterday. His adroit questioning strengthened the defendant's case materially, so far as it was possible to do so in light of the damaging evidence Sharp gave against himself. A. E. Martin, the other attorney, was late at both morning and afternoon sessions, and was lectured each time by the court.
COVER PARTIAL INSANITY.
After the Sharps had told their story in the morning, or at least as much of it as Mr. Bailey shrewd questioning allowed to be revealed, the afternoon was devoted to expert insanity testimony and to rebuttal evidence by the state.
Dr. S. Grover Burnett heard a 4,000-word hypothetical question and was asked: "Assuming that all this is true, is it your belief that Sharp is insane?"
"It is indicative that he is insane. He is suffering form a form of mania of insanity classified as paranoia religiosa."
The hypothetical question, easy for Dr. Burnett, was too much for a spectator, who fainted and was carried from the room.
Dr. Burnett modestly admitted that he had pronounced 15,000 persons insane and had never, so far as he knew or was able to find out, made a mistake. He was the only expert put on by the defense.
In rebuttal, the state introduced Harry Hoffman, a deputy county marshal, who would not say whether he believed Sharp sane or insane. It also called to the witness stand Theodore Remley, justice of the peace, before whom Sharp had two preliminary hearings. Justice Remley testified that, at neither of these hearings did Sharp make any interruption, nor did he n or his wife carry a Bible. The same facts were testified to by Clarance Wofford, stenographer of the criminal court, who reported the preliminary hearings.
John S. Steed, sheriff of Johnson county, Kas.; Hugh I. Moore, a reporter for The Journal, who talked to Sharp soon after his arrest; John M. Leonard, editor of the Olathe Register; Edwin G. Pinkham, a reporter for the Star, all testified they believed Sharp sane.
The statement made by Sharp after he had been returned to Kansas City was read. In it the fanatic said it had been revealed to him that Kansas City was the town he was going to take. His band, he said, was singing "Babylon is Falling" just before the riot started. Also in his statement, Sharp said he fired the first shot.Labels: Adam God sect, attorney, courtroom, Johnson county, Judge Latshaw, Judge Remley, mental health, ministers, newspapers, police, Prosecutor Conkling, The Journal May 27, 1909 OLD NEWSPAPER M AN DIES.
Edwin Gilbert Erwin Was Founder of Jackson County Judge. 
EDWIN G. ERWIN Edwin Gilbert Erwin, formerly a reporter on The Journal and for many years a Jackson county newspaper man, died at his home, 1317 Madison street, yesterday morning, of diabetes. He was 48 years old. Mr. Erwin was born in Cleveland, Ill., and had been in the newspaper business practically all his life. Physically Mr. Erwin was a large man, and during his life in this county was called by the sobriquet of "Judge." In 1898 Mr. Erwin was employed as a reporter on The Journal. Erwin, however, was not satisfied unless editing a paper of his own. After a year and a half on The Journal he moved to Independence with his family , and founded the Jackson County Judge. He held the position of editor on this paper until two years ago. His relinquishment of the Jackson County Judge was caused by his failing health, due to an attack of diabetes which slowly wasted him away until he was but a shadow of his former self. Last March the family moved to the Madison street address from Independence. The end came after Mr. Erwin had been confined to his bed for two weeks. Besides his father and widow, three daughters and one son survive. The daughters are Mrs. Frank F. Syne of Sioux City, Ia., and Miss Georgia and Miss Louise of this city. The son is Lester G. Erwin. Two sisters, Mrs. U. G. Osborn of 3424 Highland avenue and Mrs. Eugene Neal, who lives seven miles east of Independence, survive. Funeral services will be held from the home this afternoon at 2 o'clock. Rev. William Haupt of the Independence Episcopal church, will officiate. Burial will be in Forest Hill cemetery. Labels: death, Highland avenue, newspapers, The Journal May 3, 1909 WHEN TROOST AVENUE WAS A COUNTRY ROAD
A. J. BLETHEN TELLS OF KAN- SAS CITY YEARS AGO.
Owner of Seattle Times Comments Upon Growth and Development in Thirty Years -- West Has Few Unemployed.
"Without a doubt the growth and development of Kansas City in the past two decades is nothing short of marvelous, and its splendid parks and drives, with the many handsome residences, rival anything I have seen anywhere in the country." This statement was made last night by Alden J. Blethen, former business manager of The Kansas City Journal, and now editor and owner of the Seattle Times, who is a guest at the Hotel Baltimore.
Mr. Blethen left The Journal twenty-nine years ago, to go to Minneapolis, where he had taken over the management of the Tribune of that city. After twelve years in Minneapolis he went to Seattle, Wash., and purchased the plant of the Times.
"I was in Kansas City about ten years ago as a delegate to the Democratic national convention which nominated W. J. Bryan for the second time. At that time I did not have an opportunity to see much of the city, but this afternoon I took an automobile and with my wife and daughters drove around to look over some of the old landmarks.
TROOST AVENUE A COUNTRY ROAD.
"What we used to call the Southern hills is now one of the most modern and beautiful residence sections I have had the pleasure of seeing. It is almost past belief. Thirty years ago I used to drive over the hills along an old country road where the farm houses were more than a half-mile apart. That road is gone and today Troost avenue occupies its place.
"The business has moved with certain precision to the south as the town extended. The old Journal office at Sixth and Delaware streets was then considered the center of town. The number of new buildings is surprising."
Mr. Blethen talked of the exposition to be held in Seattle this year and declared it would exceed any of the minor fairs held in recent years.
"This fair was conceived as a celebration of the discovery of gold in the Alaskan and Yukon fields," said he, "and we are leaving nothing undone to make it a fitting celebration. Last year Alaska produced $21,000,000 in gold and is second only to Colorado in the production of that metal.
Mr. Blethen, with his wife and daughters, left Seattle last March for a tour of the states. He went to California and over the Southern route, stopping at New Orleans and Mobile, and up the coast to Atlanta. Thence to Washington and New York.
He arrived in Kansas City yesterday morning from Chicago and will leave tomorrow for Denver and Salt Lake, arriving in Seattle May 10.Labels: Delaware street, history, Hotel Baltimore, hotels, newspapers, Sixth street, The Journal, Troost avenue, visitors April 25, 1909 WOULD HONOR VAN HORN.
An Old Citizen Reminds the Park Board of a Timely Duty.
To The Honorable Park Board of Kansas City, Mo.
Gentlemen:-- On September 4, 1908, I had the honor to address you a communication relative to naming one of the city parks or boulevards for our venerable esteemed fellow citizen, the Hon. R. T. Van Horn. Said communication, which was published in the Kansas City Post of the above date, was followed by an editorial in the Kansas City Journal of September 6, strongly advocating the matter contained therein. I subsequently received a reply from the park board that the matter would be taken under consideration when the limits were extended, which was done April 6. So I take this opportunity to renew the request to the new park board, installed April 19.
There is nothing I can add to what has already been presented through the columns of the press. I only desire to reiterate my former statement that Colonel Van Horn should be recognized while he is in the flesh and can appreciate the gratitude of his fellow citizens, for whose interest he has so long and faithfully labored. His memory should be cherished and perpetuated through all time, for he has been the city's chief promoter in ever stage of its development from a struggling village down to the present. How fitting, then, to perpetuate his memory by some enduring token of love and affection, and nothing would be more appropriate or give more general approval than for one of our prominent parks or boulevards to bear his honored name.
R. S. QUINN.
Kansas City, April 24.Labels: Colonel Van Horn, newspapers, Park board, The Journal April 4, 1909 LITERARY MAN A SUICIDE.
Body of William Ward Mitchell, Author, Editor and Poet, Taken From the River.
Decomposed almost beyond recognition, the body of William Ward Mitchell, author, poet and editor, was found in the Blue river at Blue Mills yesterday afternoon. Mr. Mitchell had frequently talked suicide to his physician, Dr. Ralph W. Holbrook, 415 Argyle building, under whose care he had been for several weeks during the past year, and it is believed he accomplished his own death.
Seven years ago, or thereabouts, Mr. Mitchell was the editor of the Higginsville, Mo., Jeffersonian. During that time Mr. Mitchell wrote several books which attracted more or less attention. Perhaps the most popular of them all was "Jael," a historical novel of local setting.
Two years later the editor became a nervous wreck from overwork and deep study. Last fall he came to Kansas City and consulted Dr. Holbrook, an old friend. Dr. Holbrook advised him to take treatment and he was sent to a local hospital. Natural pride of family and other peculiarities, caused Mr. Mitchell to use the name of M. W. Ward while in Kansas City last fall.
In November he was discharged from the hospital and went to board with A. J. Leonard, 1006 Forest avenue. From time to time he was heard to talk of self-destruction, particularly to his friend and doctor. His act of suicide, which was committed about three months ago, being the time that all trace of him was lost, seems to be the outcome of brooding over imagined or real ills.
"Mitchell was always a dreamer," said Dr. Holbrook last night, "and his act can readily be accounted for. He considered himself down and out because of his health. Yet in the very midst of it all he would write the prettiest and most optimistic poetry that you ever read. For five years he has not been to his home in Higginsville.
His mother is aged an palsied, and has frequently sent word for him to come home.
"Mitchell has relatives by the name of Ward who live in Kansas City, on the Paseo, I think."
Mitchell's body was taken to Independence, and there a corner of an envelope bearing Dr. Holbrook's address was found in his clothes.
Dr. Holbrook was notified immediately and last night he made the trip to Independence by motor car to identify the body. The identification was complete. The clothes which Mr. Mitchell had worn when he committed suicide were the same which he had when he left Kansas City last December. On that occasion he told his landlady that he was going for his mail and then disappeared.
Mr. Mitchell was 38 years old.Labels: books, doctors, Higginsville, Independence, mental health, newspapers, Paseo, Suicide February 4, 1909 NEW HIGH SCHOOL PAPER.
Has Real Live News in It, Too, to Say Nothing of Jokes.
The newest little high school paper to appear this year is the Westport High School Herald, which is just out. The staff has discarded most of the usual story and essay contributions and has filled the pages of the paper with items of interest to the school. It tells what the students have done and what they ought to do. It urges them to enter contests and form new societies. It gives an introduction to the new corps of teachers and the work they have done prior to their teaching at the Westport school. In addition to the news items there are several columns devoted to kokes upon students and teachers.Labels: newspapers, schools, Westport December 9, 1908 HOUSEBOAT IS SET ADRIFT.
Police Search the Craft, but Find Nothing but Bundles of Papers.
At about 10 o'clock last night the guard on a Stewart-Peck sand dredge suggested a boat floating down the Missouri river. Upon investigation he learned that it was the houseboat once occupied by the Adam God sect. The police were immediately notified and a squad, armed with rifles, was sent to search the boat.
Nothing but papers was found in the houseboat, among them being the clipping from the Winnipeg Free Press which appears in The Journal under another heading. This clipping had been saved by Sharp among other papers of no particular consequence to the police. It is not known how the boat became released from its moorings.Labels: Adam God sect, boats, Missouri river, newspapers, The Journal December 3, 1908 W. N. SOUTHERN RELEASED ON BOND.
Independence Editor Pleads Not Guilty.
William N. Southern, Sr., editor of the Independence, Mo., Sentinel, who was arraigned in the criminal court yesterday charged with assaulting F. F. Brightman, a rival Independence editor, with a knife, pleaded not guilty and gave $1,000 bond. Brightman edits the Daily Democrat.Labels: criminal court, Independence, newspapers, violence October 18, 1908
EDITORS FIGHT IN INDEPENDENCE.
DEMOCRATIC NEWSPAPER MEN BATTLE IN STREET.
GREW OUT OF POLITICAL ROW.
W. N. SOUTHERN ASSAULTS W. F. BRIGHTMAN WITH CANE.
Thrown to Pavement by Man He Had Attacked, Southern Drew a Knife and Slashed His Antagonist's Clothes.
Two Democratic editors met on the streets of Independence yesterday and made "copy" for the Kansas City newspapers. W. N. Southern, Sr., is the editor of the Independence Sentinel, and W. F. Brightman is the editor of his "loathed contemporary," the Daily Democrat. Both men are well along in years. There has been bad blood between them for some time. Trouble between the two has been barely averted on several occasions.
A few days ago the Sentinel, which is an independent Democratic paper, ran up to its mast head nearly all of the Republican county candidates, on the score that the men had served the people well and should be re-elected, while others were men who ought to be tried. A few days after this issue the Daily Democrat came out in an article stating in broad terms that the Sentinel had "sold out to the Republicans" and its action "was of little consequence, as it had no influence in the politics of Jackson county."
Those who knew the fighting editor of the Sentinel looked for trouble to occur at any time. Days slipped by but the men did not meet. Yesterday, about noon, Editor Brightman got off a car near the square on Lexington street and going to the sidewalk began reading a paper. Editor Southern clutched his cane and started for the other Democratic editor. Getting close to him he brought the stick down with the force of resentment on the head of his brother Democratic light-bearer.. His "esteemed contemporary," after the first jolt fell back but quickly recovered his equilibrium and started after Editor Southern, who had passed on up the street. Brightman caught Southern and being the heavier of the two soon brought him to earth. Grabbing the Sentinel's editor by the head he proceeded to bump it on the stone sidewalk near the Chrisman-Sawyer bank building. There is a hollow cut in the stone, to allow the water to pass from the sidewalk, and into this receptacle the editor of the Democrat proceeded to push the head of the editor of the Sentinel.
Editor Southern was getting much of the worst of the fight when some one exclaimed: "He's getting his knife." The steel blade of Editor Southern's knife came out and Mr. Brightman laid heavy on the arm that wielded the blade. Notwithstanding this the smaller man with the knife commenced to get in his work on his antagonist.
J. M. Jarvis, manager of the Lyric, who is also a special officer, separated the men, but not until the knife had cut slits in the clothing of Editor Brightman. Both men were hurried away bleeding. The editor of the Democrat was taken to the office of Dr. Sheley, where it was found the knife wounds were of no consequence, but dangerously near an artery, which , if clipped by the knife, would probably have been fatal.
Brightman, who is afflicted with heart disease, succumbed into drowsiness and remained in a semi-comatose condition until late in the night. Dr. Sheley does not anticipate any trouble from the knife wound, but is doubtful about other physical conditions. Late last evening the wounded editor was resting easy.
Editor Southern was around on the streets again shortly after the altercation. He was a little bit under the weather on account of the gash in his head, which came in contact with the sidewalk, but was not troubled otherwise.
As both men run Democratic publications it has stirred up the Democracy to considerable extent, some taking sides with one publication and some the other. Editor Southern denies the charge that a single line of his paper has been sold and in any event as he owns the publication he claims the right to support any candidate he cares to without criticisms in public print.Labels: doctors, Independence, newspapers, politics, violence September 30, 1908 HEART OF HUMAN FREAK FOUND TO BE RUPTURED.
Henry J. Johnson, Who Died Sudden- ly, Swallowed Glass and Ate Nails and Tacks.
The inserting of steel hat pins in various portions of his body and eating broken glass while giving performances at state fairs and in museums caused the death of Henry J. Johnson of Erie, Pa. He was found dead in his room at 322 West Twelfth street yesterday. An autopsy held last night by Dr. George B. Thompson showed that death was due to rupture of the heart. It was found to be much enlarged, due probably to the nervous strain to which Johnson had subjected his system while making his performances. From newspaper clippings and cards found in his room it was learned that Johnson called himself the "Human Freak."
The man looks to be about 32 years of age, and aside from an enlarged heart, seemed to have suffered no other physical ailments. The description given of some of his performances is that he not only stuck hatpins through his arms, legs and neck, but that he chewed broken glass, bit nails in twain and swallowed tacks. No foreign substances were found in the stomach of the dead man at the inquest.
A. H. Sammitt, at whose house Johnson was found dead, stated last night that he knew little about the man. He arrived here about one week ago and stated that he came from Iola, Kas., where he had been with a country fair. He said that he was going to take a rest of three weeks before starting again on the road. His bill was paid and he kept to his room most of the time. The body was found by a maid when she went to clean the room.
Efforts will be made to locate relatives of Johnson at Erie, Pa.Labels: Coroner Thompson, daredevils, death, newspapers, Twelfth street, visitors August 21, 1908 THIS 4-YEAR-OLD BOY READS PAPERS AND BOOKS.
Roland Rexroth Is Self-Taught -- At 2 Years Old He Was Not Even Able to Speak a Word. 
Picture and Signature of 4-Year-Old Boy
Who Reads with Remarkable
Understanding.
Almost phenomenal in his brightness is little 4-year-old Roland Rexroth, of 613 Troup avenue, Kansas City, Kas. Despite his years Roland is able to read as well as the average grown person. Newspapers are his particular hobby and he takes delight in reading them to his parents every morning and evening. What is more, he can understand what he reads and often entertains his neighbors and grown friends with discussions of matters which are of current interest.
The fact that he was unable to speak one word until two years ago makes his strange ability to read more remarkable.
About eight months ago, Roland, who had seen a bunch of A, B, C blocks, went to one of his friends, John H. Finlay, and asked him for a set of blocks. Having taken taken an interest in the child since his birth, Mr. Finlay immediately procured the blocks. That was on Tuesday. The following Sunday Mr. Finlay visited the child and found that he had mastered the mysteries of the A, B, C. Without being urged to do so, Roland asked for a primer. Within one week he could read every word contained in the book. Since that time he has rapidly advanced in his ability to read and now is able to read any kind of fiction, even newspapers, understandingly.
Roland is at his best when lying flat upon the floor. For hours he will lie in that position and read.
Wholly unaided, the child learned to write. His writing is nothing more than printing, following out the lines of the letters with which he so readily became familiar, but it is clearly legible. Roland prefers writing on a typewriter, and while he has not much speed developed in that line, his work is without error so far as spelling and punctuation are concerned. How the child learned to punctuate can not be explained.
Roland's parents are poor; too poor to secure books for him to read, and the child longs for books. His neighbors kindly furnish him with newspapers and a few books, but Mr. Finlay has helped the child forward more than anyone else. William Rexroth, the boy's father, is a mechanic. Neither he nor his wife has had more than a grammar school education, and they speak with a German accent.
While Roland shows such remarkable ability to read, he knows nothing about mathematics. It seems strange that the child is able to form letters into words and words into sentences and at the same time be unable to add figures into totals.
A particularly attractive looking child is Roland. He has dark blue eyes, shaded by extremely heavy brows. His face shows much intellect and no mean amount of will power. His features are all clear cut and attractive, but standing out from the rest of his features are his eyes and heavy brows.Labels: books, children, Kansas City Kas, newspapers August 14, 1908
POISON ENDS LIFE OF GIRL OF TWELVE.
FRIEND OF ANNA MAY WIL- LIAMS A SUICIDE.
BROODED OVER CHUM'S END.
"ANNA WAS PERSECUTED," SAID VIVIAN BURDEN.
Then She Went to a Drug Store and Purchased 10 Cents Worth of Carbolic Acid as the Wil- liams Girl Had Done.
Did the fact that Anna May Williams committed suicide prey upon the mind of 12-year-old Vivian Burden until she yesterday took her own young life by the same method -- carbolic acid? No other reason but mental suggestion has been ascribed as a cause for the girl's death by her family and the coroner.
Little Vivian had gone to the Woodland school with Anna May Williams, the 15-year-old girl who killed herself Tuesday afternoon at her home, 816 Euclid avenue. A discussion of the number of suicides, especially with carbolic acid, took place at the breakfast table in the Burden home yesterday. The death of Ana May Williams, Vivian's acquaintance, was, of course, discussed more than the rest.
"The girl was persecuted," she said "That's the way with step-papas, anyhow."
The child seemed much wrought up over the matter, but as she cooled down afterwards, little was tought of it.
NO TROUBLE TO GET ACID.
Yesterday afternoon Vivian left her house at 800 Lydia avenue, and went to the drug store of E. D. Francisco, Eighth street and Tracy avenue.
"I want 10 cents worth of carbolic acid," she said. "My mamma wants it to make roach poison."
The child, for she was nothing more, sallied when she said this, and seemed restless, as children do, to get away. "Before she left, however, she bought an ice cream soda and ate it at the counter. With the deadly poison clenched in her childish hands she went to the Bazaar, a store at the corner of Independence and Tracy avenues. There she took some time in selecting a pretty doll for her 5-year-old sister, Helen.
All of this took up about an hour, so that Vivian arrived back home about 3 p. m. Calling her little sister she gave her the doll, for which she had paid 35 cents and seemed delighted in the little one's pleasure when the doll was placed in her hands and she was told it was all hers.
No one suspected there was anything wrong with Vivian when she went upstairs to her room. Louise, 17, and Myrtle, 19 years old sisters of Vivian, were busy in the kitchen when Vivian ran in and said: "Call a doctor quick; I've taken some of mamma's roach poison." The sisters at first thought she was joking, but when they saw the condition of her lips and smelled the deadly carbolic acid they were thrown into consternation.
DOCTOR'S EFFORTS WERE IN VAIN.
Dr. Oliver F. Faires, who has an office over Francisco's drug store, was then summoned, and though he worked over the child until 5 o'clock, she died, having been long unconscious before the end came. Coroner George B. Thompson was summoned and sent the body to Newcomer's undertaking rooms.
Vivian Burden was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. W. G. Burden. The father, a butcher, was not at home, being employed in Bartlesville, Ok. He was notified of his child's rash act and left for home last night.
"What cause can you assign for your daughter, Vivian, taking carbolic acid?" was asked of Mrs. Burden last night.
"I cannot believe the girl committed suicide because of any trouble either at home or with her playmates," the mother replied. "She was of a very happy and bright disposition and was never moody." Vivian regularly scanned the newspapers each day and was particularly interested in stories about suicides. The sad girl named Anna May Williams may have inspired her," the mother said, "as she constantly talked about the girl and the poor girl's sad life."Labels: butchers, children, Coroner Thompson, doctors, druggists, Eighth street, Independence avenue, newspapers, retailers, Suicide, Tracy avenue August 7, 1908 LOSES LIFE IN RIVER?
Coat and Hat of Newspaper Solicitor Found on Bank of Blue.
Harry Taylor, a newspaper solicitor of 1514 Washington street, is thought by the police to have lost his life in the Blue river, near the Kansas City Southern railroad bridge, some time yesterday. A coat and hat which afterwards were identified by Mrs. Taylor were found on the river bank by a policeman. A bottle of phenol was found in one of the pockets. An effort is being made to find the body.Labels: Blue river, clothing, Kansas City Southern, missing, newspapers, Washington street July 28, 1908
OLD NEWSBOY ONCE A PROSPEROUS MAN.
EDSON E. PHELPS HAD CITY'S LEADING BOOKSHOP.
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 27, 1908
PLAYED PRANK ON THE MAYOR.
UNKNOWN "JOKER" LURES HIM OUT LATE AT NIGHT.
FOR A COWHERD CONFERENCE.
ALSO USES THE 'PHONE TO GET I. E. BERNHEIMER.
Then Notifies the Newspaper Offices and Reporters Hurry Off to Get Detail of the Bogus Conference. 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 16, 1908 WAS HIS OBJECT MURDER?
Jack Gallagher Calls on King and Creates a Disturbance. 
JACK GALLAGHER
(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 CUNNING SHOWN BY GALLAGHER
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 Charges.
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 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 Strenuous Assignments.
"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 9, 1908
REPORTER VICTIM OF BRUTAL ATTACK.
ALBERT H. KING ASSAULTED BY JACK GALLAGHER.
IN FRONT OF CENTRAL STATION.
THE ATTACK IS COWARDLY AND ENTIRELY UNPROVOKED.
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 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 18, 1908 KANSAS CITY GIRL STARTS STAMPEDE.
CLEVER MAUDE NEAL HELPS MAKE POLITICAL HISTORY.
WITH HER $25 TEDDY BEAR.
KEEPS THE BIG ROOSEVELT DEMONSTRATION GOING.
Newspaper Woman, With Assistance of Press Gang, Breaks All Rec- ords of Continuous Cheer- ing at Convention. 
MISS MAUDE NEAL.
CHICAGO, June 17. -- (Special.) Miss Maud Neal, a Kansas City girl, started the stampede in the national convention today which almost resulted in the nomination of President Roosevelt for a third term right on the spot. It was one of those incidents which occasionally come at the psychological moment. The delegates were thrown off their feet and pandemonium reigned for three-quarters of an hour. The Taft managers were greatly worried.
Miss Neal and her big Teddy bear did it. During the demonstration following Charmian Lodge's statement that "the president is the best abused and most popular man in America today," Miss Neal put her wits to work She was an ardent supporter of the president. "Why didn't some one bring a Roosevelt banner, or a Roosevelt picture onto the scene to enliven things still more?" she said.
TEDDY HER PASSPORT.
Not a picture or a banner of the president showed up. So Miss Neal decided to go out and get one. She left her seat in the press section, where she was working as a reporter for a Chicago paper, went across the street from the Coliseum, and looked in vain for a Roosevelt picture. Finally she spied a big Teddy bear sitting in a chair in a plumber's shop. That was just what she wanted. She stepped inside and took possession of the big animal. A clerk came forward and remonstrated, so Miss Neal emptied her pocketbook into his hand, a total of $10, and took the bear.
Gleefully she started on a run for the Coliseum, though she could not make fast progress, for the bear was almost as large as herself. Miss Neal is 5 feet 3 inches tall, and the bear measured five feet from tip to tip. The police guards and doorkeepers swung the gates wide, and did not ask for her ticket or credentials. They hurried her into the runway into the hall. Again the guards gave her free passage.
No sooner had she gone up a short incline than a dozen eager hands grabbed for the bear. But she clung to the big animal and made her way to her seat, close to the speaker's stand. At that particular moment the Roosevelt ovation, which had been on for twenty minutes, was subsiding, and Chairman Lodge had arisen to resume his speech, but just as he began the first sentence she tossed the bear among the newspaper men and the stampede started.
HOW THE BEAR HELPED.
In a moment a number of correspondents were aiding and abetting Miss Neal in her scheme. They held the bear up in the air. Willing hands made the animal's head nod in approval of the wild yells. Its ponderous paws led the cheering. Its big legs engaged in a fantastic dance. The effect was electrical. And in another moment the big animal was hurled out into the air, off the platform and shot with flaring arms and legs into the Wisconsin delegation.
Tonight the plumber presented an additional bill of $15 to the owner of the newspaper whose girl reporter had appropriated the bear. The plumber claimed it was worth $25. The editor gladly paid the balance due.
Miss Neal is the daughter of Assistant District Attorney Neal of Kansas City. She left Kansas City four years ago. The first two years she spent in New York in school and newspaper work. She came to Chicago two years ago to work on Hearst's paper but recently changed to the Inter Ocean. She is regarded as one of the brightest newspaper women in Chicago.Labels: Chicago, newspapers, politics, President Roosevelt, women June 16, 1908 READ THE JOURNAL 37 YEARS.
Sol Wagner, Newville, Pa., Says It's One of His Family.
Sol Wagner of Newville, Pa., but for many years a resident of Kansas City, is here on a short visit. Reading yesterday that it had been fifty years since The Journal appeared as a daily newspaper, Mr. Wagner pointed out that he had been a constant reader of it for thirty-seven years himself.
"I could not get along very well without The Journal," said Mr. Wagner. "It has become part of my family. I have never missed reading it a day, except by accident, since 1871. Its editorial columns in all that time have absorbed my attention. In that long stretch of time I have moved my habitat several times. Always I had The Journal sent on. I get it now every day in the middle of Pennsylvania."Labels: newspapers, The Journal, visitors June 7, 1908
POLICE REFUSE TO GIVE INFORMATION.
"NOT TRYING WIX IN THE NEWSPA- PERS," THEY SAY.
As in All Cases, They Are Seeking Evidence Against the Accused, Only, and Not That Which Would Free Him.
"The police will give no more information concerning the Wix case. I think we have given out too much of our side already. We do not intend to try the case in the newspapers."
So said Captain Walter Whitsett at police headquarters last night when asked if there was anything new in the case. By "Our side" he meant the prosecution. He said further that the publication of too much of "our information gives the other fellows a chance to get busy." In other words the police department, a public institution, is run solely to prosecute men. When a man is arrested, charged with a crime, it is a well known fact that the police set to work to get all they can against the man and seldom take notice of anything in the prisoner's favor.
If Clark Wix is convicted for the murder of John Mason as he now stands charged, it appears that it will have to be solely upon circumstantial evidence as, so far, the police have no positive evidence.
The man's watch found in pawn in Wix's name at Silverman's pawnshop, 1215 Grand avenue, and later identified by Mrs. Lizzie Mason, widow of the murdered man and Maude Wilson, was yesterday proved beyond a doubt to be the property of Wix. In his statement Wix said that the watch was his and the woman's watch was his wife's.
When J. B. Schmeltz, 1231 Grand avenue, was seen he said that Detective Fred Bailey called him up about the watch. His mark in the watch was 10232107. The 102 Schmeltz places in all his watches and the 32107 when separated means 3, 21, 07, or March 21, 1907, when the watch sold. The works number is 14160503 and the case 6219763. It is a Waltham, size 16.
WIX BOUGHT A DIAMOND.
When Silverman's pawnshop was visited it was learned that the watch pawned by Wix February 10 last bears exactly the same numbers. Schmeltz also said that he recalled Wix bringing a diamond stick pin to him to be set in a ring and said that he believed he sold him a small diamond ring within the last year, possibly the one Wix gave to Maud Wilson.
The numbers on the works of the woman's watch in pawn are 10437364 and the case 67074. That watch is claimed by Mrs. Mason, who said that her husband was carrying it when he disappeared. She said that the watch was brought second hand, so it would be hard to trace the numbers in that case. Wix says the watch is his wife's and she confirms him. Her description of the watch is identical with the one in pawn. Her nurse friends used to use it when she was a nurse at the general hospital, and they all describe it as a large-sized woman's wath, engraved case, with a diamond in the back. Captain Whitsett says that the watch is being held as evidence and no one not connected with the police or the prosecution shall be allowed to see it. Harry Way, Mrs. Wix's father, said yesterday:
"That watch was given to Harriet by her uncle, Cyrus Way, fifteen years ago. It was brought from Roscoe Smulk, a jeweler at Shelbina, Mo, who is now dead. An effort will be made to get the numbers there, but I don't think they keep them."
If the watch was ever cleaned or repaired by a jeweler here, the numbers will be found here, and the defense is working along those lines now.
WHEN HE WAS ELEVEN YEARS OLD.
Some of the new information received by the police yesterday that, twelve years ago, while hunting near Ottawa, Kas., with a man named Alvin Keller, the latter was supposed to have been accidentally shot by Wix, and that the belief was that it was not accidental. Wix is now 23 years old, so, if that is true, he was only 1 years old when the informant seems to cast suspicion upon him.
It was learned yesterday that on Sunday, January 26, when Mason disappeared, he was about the barn of W. A. Marshall, 1417 Walnut, during the morning. He took John Nevins out and drove him through Penn Valley park in an effort to sell him a horse. Nevins, who is a horseshoer, did not take the horse. Then Mason called up George Coleman, a liveryman, and tried to sell him the buggy and harness. He was turning all his property into cash, as his wife had sued him for divorce.
While Coleman was looking at the buggy Mason left the barn. That was about noon. About 2 p. m. he called Marshall and said:
"I will be over pretty soon with Clark Wix, and I want you to knock that trade with me."
"I asked him what he meant," said Marshall, yesterday, "In his broken German he had used knock for boost. I don't see how he could have been talking in the presence of Wix, to whom he wanted to sell a team."
DISPLAYED HIS MONEY.
Detectives "Lum" Wilson and J. L. Ghent were assigned on the Mason case yesterday, and they took a new tack. They found out where Mason had often showed his money, that he did not choose his company well, and was often known to have shot craps with negroes. Any of that class may have known that Mason carried a large sum of money, and he might have been killed by them.
The police had several men in the office of Captain Whitsett last night, sweating them and taking their statements. Some of them are believed to have been men who worked for Wix at the time of Mason's disappearance. It is known that an old man named Barslow, a barn foreman, was told to be there at 8 p.m. One of the men who worked about there at the time and who knew Mason and his habits well is now being looked for by police with two different warrants for swindling transfer men and others for whom he worked. That is he collected C. O. D. money and decamped. That man's name is Gale Chaney, and his brother Tom also worked there. Another man now driving a newspaper wagon may be questioned by police.
Every person who ever knew Wix is now rallying to hi support in his hour of trouble. The verdict of many seen yesterday was, "He was the hardest worker I ever saw, and at the same time a man of jolly disposition. I can't conceive his committing such a crime and feel that he will come out all right."
Funeral services of John Mason, the murdered man, will be held at 2 o'clock this afternoon at Freeman & Marshall's undertaking rooms, 3015 Main street.
Burial will be in Mount Washington cemetery.
Prosecutor I. B. Kimbrell and the grand jury were ready at 10:30 yesterday morning to examine Clark Wix and the evidence in the case against him, on which he is held in the county jail for the murder of John Mason, but Inspector M. E. Ryan telephoned that he did not have his evidence in shape to present. The grand jury then adjourned until Monday.Labels: buggy, Captain Whitsett, detectives, Grand avenue, Main street, newspapers, nurses, pawn brokers, Penn Valley park, police headquarters, Prosecutor Kimbrell, undertakers, Walnut Street June 2, 1908 'THERE'S NOTHING TO IT'; JONES
IT'S NONE OF THE PUBLIC'S BUSINESS, HE SAYS.
SPEAKING OF POLICE SCANDAL.
DOESN'T FAVOR ARRESTING THE PARASITICAL VAGS.
"What Good Would It Do? Listlessly Inquires the Commissioner -- Mayor Hangs Fire on Investigation.
Lavender women, their friends the dude vagrants, the thief, the thug and the saloonkeeper, may go on threatening the police; they may predict their removal and the prediction may come true so far as Elliott H. Jones, a member of the board of police commissioners, seems to care.
"There's nothing to it," he said yesterday. "I never met Mickey O'Hearn in my life until inauguration day in April, but a man tells me that he says neither he nor any of his friends ever threatened the police. And Chief of Police Daniel Ahern says he never moved men on Mickey's account -- so that settles it."
"But would you not think it proper to call in the six or eight men who have been taken out of plain clothes in the last six months after they were threatened, told they would be moved, and hear them tell you that they were moved on the very day that certain men and women set for them?' the commissioner was asked.
"It's none of the public's business why men were moved, and I for one shall not ask the chief to give his specific reasons for so doing."
"Do you know that a written resolution which stated that no more men should be moved from one beat or district to another without an absolute order from the board or the chief's written reasons for so doing, was unanimously adopted last July?" Mr. Jones was then asked.
"I BELIEVE GALLAGHER."
"This board is not governed by any orders of the previous board," he said promptly. "Anyway, Commissioner A. E. Gallagher tells me that no such resolution was adopted. I believe him."
When it was known that men were being moved after they had been threatened, Chief Ahern was asked if he moved them without the order of the board.. He said he moved men each month and knew of n o order to the contrary. Then an investigation was made and the following was learned:
James E. Vincil, secretary to the board of police commissioners -- "Yes, I remember the resolution well, but I think it was only made a verbal order to the chief. I have looked and it is not of record."
Former Chief John B. Hayes -- "The resolution was introduced by Frank F. Rozzelle, then a member of the board. It was in writing, as I remember, and was unanimously adopted."
Frank F. Rozzelle, former commissioner -- "During the trial of Captain Weber, Chief Hayes testified that Commissioner Gallagher had ordered men moved from one district to another and the members of the board knew nothing of it. I introduced a resolution in writing, as I remember, to this effect: 'Resolved, That in the future the change of any member of this department from one beat or district to another shall not be made with out the order and full consent of the board.' "
IT WAS IN WRITING.
Former Mayor Henry M. Beardsley -- "I recall that Commissiner Rozzelle introduced the resolution in writing. It was unanimously adopted. As I recall it, the resolution stated that in future no changes of men should be made without the order of the board, or, if it became necessary, for the chief to move a man in an emergency, he was to furnish the board his specific reasons in writing for doing so. I was so sure that such a resolution had been adopted that I asked Secretary Vincil about it and only a short time before I left the mayor's office. He remembered it as much as I did, but, strange to say, it was not of record in his office."
Besides these men of reputation who recall the adoption of the resolution there were at least five newspaper reporters present who remembered the occurrence well -- and the necessity for such a resolution.
According to Commissioner Jones, however, even if such a resolution was adopted by the board as previously constituted, the present "reform" board will not take cognizance of it -- at least, he intimated, that he and his colleague, Mr. Gallagher, would not.
HE'S WILLING, BUT SHY.
"So far as I am individually concerned," said Mayor Thomas T. Crittenden, Jr., "I would favor a thorough investigation into anything concerning the police where serious charges are made. But as I am so new at the business, I would prefer that an older member of the board take the lead."
When Commissioner Jones was told that the police were well acquainted with most all of the well dressed vagrants in No. 4 district, the men whose sole support for years has been fallen women, and was asked if a special order would be issued to arrest all such men and ring them into police court, he replied:
OH, WHAT'S THE USE?
"What good is to be accomplished by it? Other men would take their places and we might fill up our workhouse with men for the city to support."
While Commissioner Jones was talking he had before him a large envelope which contained a record of the changes made in the police department June 1. They had been made by the chief, he said, and he would not know what they were until he had read it. He said that he or other members of the board might request a change, but in the aggregate the board would not know why changes were made unless the chief was asked for his specific reasons, Mr. Jones says, he refuses to make public.Labels: Commissioner Gallagher, Commissioner Jones, Commissioner Rozzelle, corruption, crime, Mayor Beardsley, Mayor Crittenden, newspapers, No 4 police station, police board, Police Chief Ahern, Police Chief Hayes April 22, 1908 MRS. SCOTT FINDS HER LOST DAUGHTER.
SHE IS MARRIED AND LIVES IN SALT LAKE CITY.
W. W. Williams, Husband of the Young Woman, Calls on the Mother and Sets Her Yearnings at Rest.
One woman was made happy in Kansas City yesterday. That woman was Mrs. Florence Scott, 1303 Wabash avenue, who for ten years has made a fruitless search for her daughter, Susie, given away in 1898. If all goes well she will in a few days see her daughter, now 17 years old, alive, well and happily married.
W. W. Williams, a mining engineer of Salt Lake City, called to see Mrs. Scott yesterday. He said that he had seen in The Journal where Mrs. Scott was looking for her daughter, Susie, who had been given to Mr. and Mrs. R. L Martin, then supposed to be from Maryville, Mo.
"As soon as I read the story," said Mr. Williams, "I figured out that your lost daughter was y wife. I married her in Denver fourteen months ago. She was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. R. L . Martin."
Mrs. Scott was beside herself with joy at the news. Williams told her that the Martins had given Susie a good education and had always been kind to her. He said his wife, who was 7 years old when given to the Martins, recalled her mother, often spoke of her, but could not recall her name. This, it is presumed, her foster parents kept from her.
Williams also told Mrs. Scott that he had a good home in Salt Lake City and that he and his wife were happy. He is on his way to Chicago to attend to some business, but expects to return here soon. He wired his wife last night to come on here and meet him. He intends to surprise her by introducing her to her own mother. Williams told Mrs. Scott that he wanted her to get ready to go back and live with them. At present Mrs. Scott is working as nurse at the home of J. Baker, 1303 Wabash avenue.
It was by mere chance that Williams saw the story of Mrs. Scott's search for her daughter. Sitting in his hotel yesterday he picked up a week-old paper which contained the story. The name of R. L. Martin attracted his eye and he read the story through. He at once came to the conclusion that Susie Martin had once been Susie Scott, so he sought the distressed mother and broke the news to her. Mrs. Scott called up Mrs. Lizzie Burns, police matron, who has been assisting her, and told her the good news, saying: "I guess the long search is over." Mrs. Scott says no adoption papers were ever made out for her child.Labels: Chicago, custody, Denver, newspapers, nurses, police matron, The Journal, visitors, Wabash avenue April 12, 1908 AN EVENING PAPER QUITS.
The Kansas City World, Established in 1894, Goes Out of Existence.
The Kansas City World, an evening newspaper owned by Edward W. Scripps and J. G. Scripps, announced in its issue yesterday that it had decided to quit business. The office force was discharged one week ago. It had been known for some time that the paper was gradually going out of business. Several months ago the United Press Association office was removed from Kansas City to St. Louis. The press association is owned by the same people who controlled the World. It is said that about $400,000 was spent on the paper.
The World was established January 11, 1894, by what was known as the World Newspaper Company, with L. V. Ashbaugh and Nain Grute as the principal stockholders. Mr. Grute was the first managing editor, and the paper, an eight-page, eight-column sheet, was edited and published at 815 Walnut street. In 1895 Bernard Corrigan and Dr. W. S. Woods secured controlling interest and the late Arthur Grissom became managing editor. On January 5, 1897, the Scripps-McRae League acquired the plant and made the World one of its string of newspapers. Arthur M. Hopkins was the managing editor. Shortly after the new owners assumed control, the building now occupied by the World was erected at 1116-1118 Oak street and the plant moved there.
Some years later the control of the plant passed into the Clover Leaf League of papers, which company published it for about one year, when it was again taken by E. W. Scripps and his son, J. G. Scripps, on January 5, 1907.Labels: business, Dr. W. S. Woods, newspapers, Oak street, Walnut Street April 8, 1908 CROWDS AT THE JOURNAL.
Never Before Have So Many People Assembled to Read the Bulletins.
After the returns last night had indicated beyond a doubt the election of Mr. Crittenden, the crowds on the streets began to organize, and at 11 o'clock had grown to most remarkable proportions. They were apparently wild with delight and they began marching form one street corner to another, cheering and waving handkerchiefs and umbrellas. It was the most demonstrative crowd that ever assembled after an election of any kind in Kansas City.
The crowds first began to gather shortly after 7 o'clock around the Journal office, where the election returns were being pictured. As the evening advanced the crowd grew larger, until it was far in excess of that of any other election of any kind in the political history of the city. Artists in The Journal office were kept bus writing the returns on the glass slide, and as they were thrown on the screen across across the street any favorable returns to Crittenden were cheered continuously until that particular slide was withdrawn. The artists also drew amusing cartoons of the principals in the great contest, and these, too, were wildly cheered by the crowd.
After the slides had been discontinued shortly after 11 o'clock, the crowd showed a tendency to disband, but just at that time other thousands arrived from somewhere about town with a brass band. This was the signal for a renewed demonstration, which lasted almost a half hour For a time it seemed that all the voters in the city had assembled at the corner of Eighth and McGee streets, but their celebration had scarcely been begun when another crowd hove in sight from East Eighth Street. This was the Sixth Ward Democratic nambeau crowd, its friends and sympathizers. This crowd numbered almost a thousand, and was also accompanied by a brass band. They formed a pretty sight as they marched down Eighth street with flambeaus waving and the noise of their cheering drowning all the music the band produced. When the two crowds came together in front of The Journal there was a demonstration that has been unequaled in Kansas City.
With hundreds of torches flaming and led by a brass band, thousands of Democrats escorted James A. Reed to a place in front of The Journal building at about midnight. Mr. Reed arose from his seat in an automobile and addressed the exultant crowd.
"I have asked you Democrats to follow me here so that I might express the sentiment of the Democratic party toward The Journal," said he. "The Kansas City Journal is a partisan newspaper, and like all partisan papers, it fights in the open, and is entitled to the respect of all decent men. We have come here to pay our deepest respect to a fair, honest and decent antagonist.
"While we do not always agree with some of the Republican causes which are espoused by our honorable partisan paper, The Kansas City Journal, we can not help admiring the open and honest way with which it deals with its antagonists. In fact, we admire and have great respect for a fair opponent."
"With Mr. Reed in the automobile were I. J. Ingraham and Linn Banks and a number of ladies.Labels: Eighth street, James A. Reed, McGee street, music, newspapers, politics, The Journal February 9, 1908
WORK IS THE ONLY CURE FOR CRIMINALS
AND WORKHOUSE, SAYS KYLE, IS THEIR SALVATION.
Unlike Toledo Judge, He Has No Sympathy for Those Upon Whom His Sentence Falls -- Life in the Local Reformatory. No criminal who violates the law of Kansas City and is subject to a sentence which will confine him to the workhouse can expect a particle of sympathy. Unlike the Toledo, O. judge who went to the workhouse as a prisoner and afterwards thought the prisoners were probably too severely dealt with, Harry G. Kyle, police judge of Kansas City, contends prisoners at the local workhouse are treated well enough, and his belief is that work is the best cure for a criminal. Judge Kyle declares he has never yet felt sorry for any person whom he has sentenced, because he believed he was doing the criminal a great deal of good by putting him where he would have to work. "It would be foolish for me to go to the workhouse and serve as a prisoner," said Judge Kyle yesterday. "I find out how those prisoners are treated by asking them when they are before me. Enough of them go the second time so I know, from their own statements, what kind of treatment they get. They never want to go the second time because they do not like to work, but they do not complain about the treatment or food. It is the best. "I believe in work. Criminals do not. I believe the best way to make a man better, of purifying him body and soul, is to keep him at work. I do not believe in jails for close confinement. That satisfies the criminal because he can continue in idleness and at the same time get his living. "There are two kinds of criminals: one is the man who violates the law because there is a personal profit in so doing; the second is the man who violates the law because of some internal weakness which he is unable to control. The first is the hardest to deal with and the hardest to cure. The second sees his faults and tries to remedy them. "Sympathy spoils criminals. The Toledo official who sentenced himself to the workhouse, that he might see how men are treated, made a grandstand play. I have confidence in Superintendent James L. McCracken and Assistant Superintendent W. D. Heacock, who have charge of the workhouse here, and know prisoners will be well treated. The guards are all responsible men. They feed the prisoners well and I believe this is only right. If men work they should have good, substantial food. To starve them would not cure them of being criminals.
LIFE IN THE WORKHOUSE.
A visit to the Kansas City workhouse will convince any fair minded person that the criminals confined there are as well treated as in any prison in the country. Their food is wholesome and well cooked. With the exception of superintendents and guards all the work is done by prisoners. As almost every trade is represented there it is easy to obtain cooks, barbers, barn hands and waiters.
The bill of fare at the workhouse is much better than the daily diet in many homes. For breakfast each prisoner gets a quart of coffee, a pan of gravy, hot roast meat, fried potatoes and bread and butter. For dinner they have corn bread, boiled potatoes, cold sliced roast meat, turnips, onions, cabbage or other vegetables, and coffee. For supper they are served corn beef and cabbage or pork and beans, boiled potatoes, soup and bread. Dressings and other things of this nature are also served for some meals. The dining room and kitchen of the workhouse are clean, three men being kept busy all the time caring for this part of the institution.
The cells and beds are always clean. White prisoners are entirely separated from negro, except while at work. There are now 129 men and twenty-two women prisoners in the workhouse, and twenty-five men prisoners at the house in Leeds. There are so many prisoners there now that only half of them work at a time, although the authorities expect to have it arranged soon so that every prisoner can be kept at work.
Prisoners are called at 6 o'clock in the morning and wash for breakfast. They sit down to breakfast at 7 o'clock and at 8 are lined up to go to work. Each one is shackled and taken to the stone pile, where most of the work is done, this being the only kind afforded at present, although a few are used on the streets to spread the stone for paving. They work until noon, when they are given an hour for dinner. At 5 o'clock they eat supper and are locked in their cells at 6 o'clock. At 8:30 a signal is given for them to prepare for bed and at 9 o'clock the lights are turned out. Women at the workhouse do the laundry work and cleaning, although few of them are employed all of the time.
A JUDGE WHO TRIED IT.
James Austin, Jr., is the Toledo, O. police judge who sentenced himself together with a prosecutor and three newspaper reporters, to the workhouse so that he might see what punishment he was daily inflicting on men in his court. Unlike Judge Kyle, he believed they were getting rather harsh treatment. His commitment had been arranged under due process of law and, handcuffed, he was taken in a patrol wagon to the workhouse and thrown into a cell block with pickpockets, thieves, vagrants, drunkards and other prisoners. No one at the workhouse knew who he was and before he had been there long he realized that to be a prisoner was no snap.
On commitment he was commanded to "peel off his clothes" and get ready for a bath in the shower bath room. He obeyed and got ready for dinner. While in line waiting for dinner he remarked to one of his companions that he was hungry and was severely shaken by a guard who told him to "cut out that talking in the line." Judge Austin looked sheepish and obeyed. He was put on a gang to cut ice. The judge joined this gang without a word and worked hard all afternoon. Clad in the regular prison garb of gray he toiled alongside men he had sentenced. He was taken back to the prison after the day's work and given a cup of water, just the same as a regular prisoner. No favors were shown him and he actually experienced the life of a criminal for one day.
After the men were released Judge Austin is quoted as having said: "That first hour was the longest one I ever put in. It is an experience I will never forget, and I tell you I will do some tall thinking before I sentence another man to the workhouse. But I found conditions ideal and have nothing but praise for the manner in which the superintendent is conducting the institution."
Labels: crime, food, Judge Kyle, newspapers, workhouse January 17, 1908 HE LIKED MURDER STORIES.
Grant Figs Delighted in the Reading of Crimes of Blood.
Ellis Mitchell, a son of Israel Mitchell, at whose house at 2211 Lydia avenue Grant Figgs, confessed murderer of two people, lived for a while before his arrest, was examined by Deputy Prosecutor John W. Hogan yesterday afternoon and his statement was taken in short-hand, transcribed and signed. He repeated his first story, that Figs frequently asked him to read newspaper accounts of murders and other crimes. Figs seemed excited at hearing the details of killings and often sat with his eyes on the door for some time afterwards.
When the officers went to Mitchell's house yesterday they found the entire family hidden in the basement. It was only after repeated knocking that there was a response. The negroes said that they feared some of Figg's friends had come to kill them for telling on him. The police promised to protect them in the future.
Israel Mitchell told Hogan that Figs had a habit of hiding in the basement whenever anyone knocked at the door. Both the Mitchells identified the hammer found in Woodman's store, at 1112 East Eighteenth street as their hammer, which Figs had secured possession of before the murder of Woodman.
Figs was arraigned in Justice Mike Ross's court yesterday afternoon on two murder charges, one for the killing of H. O Woodman at 1112 East Eighteenth street, August 28, 1907, and one for the beating to death of Edward Landman of 1107 East Eighteenth street, on November 25. Figs declined to plead in either case, and the hearing in both was set for Saturday afternoon. James A. Dyer, George Burgman and Deputy Prosecutor Hogan escorted him from the county jail to the justice court and back.
The arraignment was held in the justice court, instead of direct in the criminal court, says John George, clerk of the justice court, because Figs wants all the time possible. Figs has no attorney yet, and no money.
Claude Brooks was taken from the county jail to police headquarters for a few minutes yesterday afternoon, photographed, measured and his fingerprints made. He will be arraigned either in the criminal court or in a justice court this afternoon for the murder of his benefactor, Sid Herndon, at the Navarro flats.Labels: courtroom, Eighteenth street, Judges, Justice Ross, Lydia avenue, murder, newspapers, retailers December 24, 1907 LOST HIS WOMEN PATIENTS.
Dr. Chapman Declares His Wife's Jealousy Was Disastrous.
Judge Hermann Brumbeck of the circuit court is being asked to decide whether or nt Mrs. Nettie R. Chapman has destroyed the medical practice of her husband, Dr. L. R. Chapman of Sheffield. That is the allegation in the divorce suit brought by Dr. Chapman and now being tried before Judge Brumback.
Dr. Chapman says that on the afternoon of the day he married in Eureka, Kas., his wife came to his office and stayed until closing time. That was on March 28, 1906. He says she came every day until the middle of August, when having lost all of his women patients, he moved to Kansas City.
He tried to attend medical college here last winter, he says, but as his wife insisted upon accompanying him to all clinics lest he might, unknown to her, meet a live woman student at the disinfecting table, he forsook the college.
He was carrying a newspaper route for a living, he said, and had sent his wife back to her parents in Eureka when he filed the suit.Labels: Divorce, doctors, newspapers, sheffield October 29, 1907 SAYS HIS PUZZLE WAS SPOILED.
Advertising Man Sues Jewelry Con- cern on a Wrong Guess.
Because a jewelry company published what S. G. Lindeman, who describes himself as "an advertising generalist," says is a wrong answer to the puzzle: "7 for 7. What's the answer?" Lindeman sued in the circuit court yesterday afternoon for $25,000 damages.
Lindeman says he originated the puzzle and has spent $3,500, since October 10, in putting it on billboards and in newspapers for the public to wonder over. In his suit he doesn't disclose the answer, but admits that it is something to sell and that he is to be paid for his work.
Since October 23 the jewelry company has been telling the people through the press that the answer is "a seven-jeweled watch for $7." Lindeman claims that this isn't the right answer at all, and that the publishing of it as such has injured the value of his scheme.
If the jewelry company had guessed the right answer it would have received, according to Lindeman, $25.Labels: circuit court, Lawsuit, newspapers August 29, 1907 HIS PLEA FOR THE RIVER.
Middle West Newspapers Quoting L. M. Jones' Timely Address.
All the leading newspapers of the Middle West are complying with the publicity department of the National Rivers and Harbors Congress to publish extracts furnished them from the speech delivered by Lawrence M. Jones, of this city, president of the Missouri Valley River Improvement Association. Particular attention is called to a somewhat humorous and yet serious portion, in which Mr. Jones said:
"We are told that some of our Eastern friends are opposed to improving the Western waterways. We are not yet prepared to believe that. We have a warm feeling for the East. We remember, in the times of the drought in the West, you sent us your old clothes to wear. We remember when you loaned us money at healthy rates of interest -- when we had good collateral to offer. We wish to inform you that we are now wearing tailored clothes and are buying your paper in the West -- when you offer us attractive rates of interest and the proper amount of collateral. We have always paid willingly for the improvement of your rivers and harbors. But the time has come when we are asking taht the great internal waterways -- that is, the great rivers of the West --have some attention from the government, and we ask you of the east to take as liveral a view of the question as the West did when you desired the govermnet to improve your rivers and your harbors."Labels: Missouri river, newspapers August 26, 1907 BACK TO THE GIANTS.
MABEL HITE SENDS MIKE DONLIN EAST TO REFORM. CUT OUT OF WIFE'S SONG.
TWO VERSES MISSING FROM "I'M MARRIED NOW."
Grease Paint and Gay Costume Hide Aching Heart of Kansas City Actress -- Penitent Ball Player Is Put on Probation. 
MABEL HITE.
Pretty Kansas City Actress Who Has Put Her Husband, Mike Donlin, of the New York Giants, on Probation.
CHICAGO, Aug. 25 (Special). -- Grease paints and uncouth costume can hide a breaking heart from the laughing audience on the other side of the footlights, but when Mabel Hite yesterday afternoon sought the only refuge she had, a 4x5 dressing box -- it couldn't be called even by courtesy a room -- large tears stole down a woebegone, little face.
She wiped them off with the corner of a Turkish towel, taking a bit of the rouge with it and hoped Mike would get better.
For the pretty little Kansas City girl sent Mike Donlin, the ball player, who is her husband, down to New York, buying his ticket and giving him the price of a Russian bath, which boiled out the remnants of the various liquids that had developed four days' spree, with an assault on a cabdriver and a cell in the police station for trimmings.
Donlin has promised to cut out booze in the future and sign with the New York Giants and if he's good for the next six months he can come back -- otherwise a divorce.
WORRIED SO CAN'T SLEEP.
I can't stand it any longer," said the little comedienne -- she's a child in figure and manner. "Now you don't think it's such a dreadful thing for a woman's husband to get drunk and in the newspapers, do you? But it means so much when you love a man and he'd promised not to do it. And every time it happens it's so much worse and it worries me so I can't sleep and I have to go out before that audience and act like a fool and make them laugh, and sing my songs and dance, and my heart is breaking. For he's good to me, except when he forgets himself."
A little while before she'd been singing "For I'm Married Now," and the appreciate ones on the other side of the footlights who'd called her back six or seven times, didn't know how hard -- how extremely hard -- it was to carry a smiling face through the trying ordeal.
TWO FAMILIAR VERSES OUT.
But she'd cut out two verses, and old players who remembered them and had heard about Mike knew the reason.
I'd like to go with you to lunchin'
But I've got a hunchin
That I'd get a punchin'
And I just hate to wear a veil
For I'm married now.
That was one of the verses that was eliminated from her song in "A Knight for a Day" at Whitney's. The other was:
Tell Mike a lie
I'd best not try.
I may be fly --
But no fly gets by him.
And the villain -- he admitted he was all that and was most penitent -- was in the office of the playhouse. He had slunk past the policeman who has been on guard for the last three days, fearing a possible outbreak by the ball player and was waiting to send a message of extreme contrition -- a message that Mabel wouldn't receive in person.
CALLAHAN CHIEF PEACEMAKER.
There were plenty of peacemakers, but nothing but a six months' probation will answer for Mike. James Callahan, his friend and manager of the Logan Squares, who had straightened matters up with the police, told how the husband and wife had slept in his house, at Thirty-fifth street and Indiana avenue, last Thursday night, unknown to each other.
After the cab episode, and after Callahan had got the soused one out of a police cell, he took him home. Mabel, who lives a block away, went to Callahan's house in great trouble.
A little earlier Thursday night Donlin went to the theater and demanded to see his wife. His breath was thick and he talked loud. Jouhny Slavin took him down to the corner and argued him into a cab, and that was why the scrubwoman's part in the show that night -- Donlin's role -- was performed by an understudy.
Donlin met Mabel Hite a year and a half ago in New York, and they were married soon afterward. He never saw her act before the marriage. She was in vaudeville or something similar. Off the stage she's girlish and pretty. Donlin met her at a dinner party.Labels: arts, Indiana avenue, Mabel Hite, marriage, newspapers, sports, Thirty-fifth street August 23, 1907 ITALIAN BAND TO GO ALONG.
Professor Cantanzara's Musicians to Accompany the Sieben Excursion.
Henry Sieven, wharfmaster of the port of Kansas City, and his excursion party, will set sail for St. Louis on the steamer Chester at 4 o'clock next Monday afternoon. The boat will heave anchor at the foot of Delaware street. Mr. Sieven said yesterday that he had received invitations from Lexington, Miami, Boonville, Jefferson City, Hermann, Washington and St. Charles, asking his tourists to visit their towns.
Prof. John Cananzara's Royal Italian band, which is to accompany the excursionists, serenaded the newspaper offices last night. There are twenty eight musicians in this organization and they play excellent music under the capable leadership of Prof. Cantanzara.Labels: arts, boats, Delaware street, Jefferson City, Lexington, music, newspapers, St Louis, Steamboat Chester August 19, 1907 OFFERS HER A HOME.
Woman Reads of Pauline Nelson's Plight and Comes to Her Aid.
Pauline Nelson, 18 years old, of Hutchison, Kas., wh, while on her way from Hutchinson to Detroit, where she said she had been offered a place in the chorus of a Detroit opera company, was robbed of her purse and suitcase Thursday night, is being cared for at the Helping Hand Institute. The girl after arriving in Kansas City Thursday night remained at the Union depot until Saturday night, when Harry Harvey, a city detective on duty at the depot, took her to police headquarters.
A telegrarm was sent to Hutchison yesterday, informing the family with whom she stayed of her wherabouts, but last night no reply had been received.
A woman, who read of the account of the young woman's plight in the newspapers yesterday morning, called at the Helping Hand Institute at noon, and said that she would give the girl a home if she so desired.Labels: charity, detectives, Helping Hand, newspapers, police headquarters, Union depot August 1, 1907
HE SWINDLED LONG
CAPTURE OF MAN WHO VICTIM- IZED MILLIONAIRE.
OLD HAND AT THE GAME
HAS DONE TIME IN PRISON FOR SAME TRICK.
Represented to R. A. Long That He
Would Give Him a Write-Up in a Magazine and Was Given a Check
for $750.  OLIVER SMITH
Brought From Denver to Answer the
Charge of Victimizing R. A. Long.
Oliver Smith, alias H. O. Lee, alias Benton Smith, alias O. B. Smith, alias S. H. Peabody, alias James T. Ridgeway, said to be one of the cleverst swindlers and forgers in the United States, was brought to Kansas City yesterday by Detective Thomas McAnany, after waiving extradition.
HIS VICTIMS MANY. Smith is wanted here to answer a sort of confidence game he is said to have worked upon many wealthy men all over the country. He represente dto Mr. Long that he was James T. Ridgeway, treasurer of the Ridgeway Publishing Company, publishers of Everybody's magazine. He contracted for an illustrated article, of which Mr. Long was to be the subject, to be printed in that periodical at an early date. In payment, Mr. Long gave him his check for $750 drawn on the National Bank of Commerce, which Smith indorsed as "James T. Ridgeway, Treasurer," and cashed through the Bankers' Trust Compay. Mr. Long later became suspicious fo the man and ordered the check cancelled, but not until Smith had obtained most of the money and gone to Denver.
Smith is said to have worked this game upon scores of wealthy men all over the country. His plan seems to have been to represent himself as the agent for a large publication, to which he obtains subscriptions, asking amounts that varied as the means fo the intended victim were small or great. He is supposed to have carried a list with him containing the names of the prominent men of the city he intended to work, and from these to have culledo ut the prospects that bade fair to be the best "picking." When arrested in Denver he was occupying a suxurious suite of rooms at the largest hotel there. He made no resistance to arrest when the Denver detectives found him, but quietly admitted his identity and acknowledged the transaction with Mr. Long in Kansas City. He is said also to have acknowledged to the chief of the Denver police that he had planned to swindle some of the leading capitalists of that city. TRUNK FULL OF MEMORANDA. In his trunk were found memoranda of the men he intended to victimize, forged letters of introduction bearing the signature of W. H. Moore, head of the Rock Island railroad, and George F. Baker, an Eastern banker, and letters of indorsement purporting to be written by men like John D. Rockerfeller, J. Pierpont Morgan, Elihu Root, and others. The forgeries were clever and likely to deceive even those familiar with the handwriting of the originals. In his room at the Denver hotel were found eight different kinds of ink with which he is said to have forged countless names. It seems that the man's favorite game was to enter a city, select his victims, present his bogus credentials and attempt to secure subscriptions for magazine articles. Of adroit address, and armed with his forged letters of introduction, he was able to impose upon the cleverest businessmen, and relied largely upon their reluctance to tell the story to get him out of danger. In Denver he is said to have presented himself as representing the New York Herald Publishing Association, Syndicate of Fifty Representative Newspapers, Temple H. Hamilton, treasurer, and the "Men of the Time," from "Everybody's," S. H. Peabody, secretary. In Kansas City he passed as James T. Ridgeway, treasurer of the Ridgeway Publishing Company. It was under the last title that he obtained the check from R. A. Long. SWINDLED SOME BIG ONES. Among the past victims of the man are said to be Melville E. Stone, manager of the Associated Press, General Russell A. Alger, and Jesse Seligman, the New York banker. He is said to have served time in Sing Sing and the Minnesota and Ohio state penitentiaries for forgery. After his arrest in Denver he confessed his identity to Chief of Police Delaney and freely admitted that he was the notorious swindler and forger. In the Kansas City prison yesterday, however, he repudiated his interviews in the Denver papers and declared that he was not guilty of the gorgeries named. He admitted getting the money from Mr. Long, but claimed that he had made a bona fide contract and that he had signed his own name to the check given him in payment. Asked why he had given his name as Smith both here and at denver he said he was drunk and registered at the Savoy and Albany hotels in the two cities through a prank. He contradicted himself several times in his statements ot the newspaper reporters, however, and practically admitted everything he had been charged with. An interesting light was thrown upon his method of working by a memorandum list found among his possessions, containing names of leading capitalists of Denver and remarks upon the best means of getting at them. Names only of important business men were selected and these were labeled with a running fire of comment that indicated his thorough familiarity with the personal charactaristics of each.
While in this city he was accompanied by a woman he says was his wife, who has disappeared since the news of his arrest in Denver. PINKERTONS KNOW HIM WELL. "Our agency is well acquainted with this man, whom we consider one of the cleverest criminals in the United States, said John A. Gustafson, assistant superintendent of the local Pinkerton office, "and our records are full of accounts of his misdeeds. He began his operations as an expert 'write-up man,' as we term the swindlers who use his peculiar method of operation, in New York in 1902. From there he went to Philadelphia in 1903, and pulled off one deal that netted him $10,000. From there he went to Cleveland, O., where he was caught uttering a forged check, and was given eight months in the county workhouse. In the fall of 1903 he was caught trying to work General Russel A. Alger on the write-up game in Detroit, Mich. After he got out of prison in Michigan he pulled off another little affair in New York, which got him a sentence in Sing Sing. He was liberated from there a few months ago, to turn up here in Kansas City at his old game."
That he is no ordinary swindler, the manner Smith "listed" his Denver victims is hsown in the following memoranda taken from his pocket when he was approached by the Denver police: Senator Walsh -- Telephone him to his country place and then go out. Has a secretary who is a tough one.
Senator Guggenheim -- Just elected United States senator. Will make a splurge. A. D. Parker -- Vice president Colorado & Southern. Is reputed to be worth $15,000,000, all made in mining. He has the distinciton of being the only man that grub staked a miner for twenty years, who after a number of years of hard luck finally won out. A great deal has been written about him in newspapers in this conneciton.
J. J. Hentry -- Again on his feet promoting sugar beet factories. Likes publicity.
E. J. Wilcox -- President of railroad and mining companies. Was at one time a minister and is probably worth $5,000,000. Is a good fellow and likes publicity.
John F. Campion -- Mining man' probably stands the highest of any man in the mining game in Colorado. Worth about $5,000,000. Does not care particularly about publicity, but has had several steel plates and is known to subscribe to everything. Always winters at Los Angeles, where he is a heavy investor and associates with millionaires of the East. Thomas F. Daly -- Insurance president, good fellow; has made a million in a few years in insurance and mining. Otto Mears -- Railroad and mining. Well known character in Colorado. Has the title "Pathfinder of the San Juan." Dont think he has over $500,000. J. A. Thatcher -- President of bank; a good fellow and worth about $5,000,000. Labels: banking, con artist, Denver, detectives, forgery, hotels, newspapers, R A Long July 27, 1907 BOY FOUND LOST DIAMONDS.
Jewels Valued at $1,000 Restored to Owner by Lawson Belknap. The four rings set with diamonds lost by Mrs. H. W. Harry, 1849 Independence avenue, a few days ago on the sidewalk on Walnut near Tenth, have been found and restored to her by Lawson Belknap, 14 years old, of Merriam, Kas. He says that he discovered them lying on the sidewalk in a handkerchief. Mr. Harry presented the honest lad with a $50 bill. "The jewels are worth $1,000. One of them is an heirloom. Young Balknap did not solicit or wish for a reward. He advertised in the newspapers for the rightful owner. At the same time I advertised for the finder. Between the two advertisments the lost property was restored," said Mr. Harry. Labels: children, Independence avenue, jewelry, newspapers, Tenth street, Walnut Street |
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