July 23, 1908
GREW UP ON INDIAN CLUBS.
Community in Chicago Has Supplied the Country With Jugglers.
Within five blocks in Chicago, South Side, nineteen Indian club jugglers who are now appearing professionally were born and raised. Nearly all are attached to the Orpheum circuit.
Five of them are the Juggling Jordans, playing this week at Carnival park, who will play the Orpheum circuit next winter. The Five Mowatts, who are now in Paris, the Five Normans, now playing in the West coast theaters, the two McBranns and Fred and May Waddell also learned their tricks there.
"The babies around where we were raised play with old Indian clubs," said George Jordan, one of the Carnival park five. "All of us practiced in garrets and no one could ask a more critical audience than that which gathers when some young fellow announces he has become proficient at the game. If he can pass muster with the Indian clubs before that crowd of experienced critics, he need never fear the 'hook' on any theatrical engagement he gets. That crowd has seen the best in the business.
Labels: Carnival Park, theater, visitors July 22, 1908
DETECTIVES FIGHT AMONGST THEMSELVES.
LIVELY ENCOUNTER IN NO. 2 POLICE STATION.
In the Midst of the Melee Two Pris- oners Bolt for Liberty, but the Watchful Jailer Nabbed Them.
There was the liveliest kind of mixup between detectives in No. 2 police station last night and for a moment it looked as though blood might be shed.
At 10 o'clock last night, William Bradley, a Union depot detective, Carl Demmett, a Rock Island detective, and Charles Lewis and Frank Lyngar, city detectives, brought two prisoners, George Stryker and Fred Reed, into No. 2 police station and charged them with attempting to pass a bad check on J. A. Merritt of Savannah, Mo.
Gum opium was found in a sack of tobacco carried by Stryker and Desk Sergeant Harry Moulder told Jailer Long to look in the men's shoes to see if they had any "dope" concealed there. The prisoners were taken to the back of the room.
Then the sergeant asked Bradley who the arresting officers were. Bradley, who was standing in front of the desk replied:
"Bradley, Demmett, Lewis and Lyngar.
Lyngar was standing at Sergeant Moulder's elbow.
"Bradley had nothing whatever to do with the arrest" said Lyngar.
"You're a liar!" shouted Bradley, and started to go around the desk toward Lyngar.
Detective Lewis was standing in Bradley's way and he pushed the depot detective back. Bradley struck Lewis and the two clashed. Lewis drew his revolver and tried to hit Bradley with the butt end, but Bradley knocked the weapon out of his hand.
Sergeant Moulder tried to hold Bradley and there was a mixup of officers in the thick of which Policeman Joe Kelley was discovered with his left hand clutching Bradley by the throat and his right hand shaking a club in Bradley's face.
In the meantime the prisoners, who had been interested spectators of the fight, suddenly concluded that a police station filled with fighting officers was no place for them, and they bolted for freedom. Jailer William Love saw them going and he made a grab for them. Immediately there was a lively triangular struggle that did not end until J. P. Johnson, a Gamewell operator, hastened to Long's assistance. By this time everybody in the station house, including the prisoners, was red faced and perspiring freely. And nobody was in a good humor. The prisoners offered the excuse that they feared they might get shot if they remained int he station.
Lyngar and Bradley have always been rivals. Both work at the depot, but Bradley is employed by the depot and Lyngar is paid by the city.
The prisoner, who gave his name as George Stryker, is said to be "Whitie," a well known confidence man. It is said that he and Reed tried to borrow $20 from Merritt on a bad check for $1,350.
Merritt was on the Frisco Meteor, due to leave here at 9:30 p. m., when these men came in the car and made themselves acquainted. Reed told Merritt that he had the dead body of his brother at the depot and couldn't get the body out because he owed $20 express charges. Reed wanted to ship the beloved relative on the Meteor. Stryker was introduced as the hard hearted express agent. He said that if Reed would get $20 he would let the body go, and not before.
Reed had a check for $1,350 and finally he offered to leave this with Merritt as security for a $20 loan. Just then the detectives arrived and a Savannah, Mo., citizen was saved.
Dr. D. M. Monie of West Pittston, Pa., who was with the detectives when the arrest was made, was attempting to identify a man who had agreed to sell his ticket to Chicago. He wanted to go to St. Louis, so accepted the kind offer of a new found friend who "knew a man who would pay well for a ticket to Chicago." Dr. Monie did not find his man or the ticket.
Labels: con artist, detectives, jail, No 2 police station, railroad, Union depot, violence, visitors July 20, 1908
LITTLE RUSSIAN PRINCE FINDS HIS AFFINITY.
BUT THE PRINCESS WEE-NEE- WEE LOVED ANOTHER.
Case of Love at First Sight at the Circus Grounds Yesterday -- Public Proposal by Midget. "Big Top" is Up. 
THE RUSSIAN PRINCE.
He is 32 Years Old, 26 Inches Tall, and Weighs 16 pounds.
It as a case of love at first sight with the Little Russian Prince. Often he had heard of Princess Wee-nee-wee, but he had never seen her until yesterday afternoon.
The Little Russian Prince is 32 years old, weighs 16 pounds and is 26 inches high. His affinity is a dark skinned young woman of similar dimensions, though somewhat smaller. Her height is 17 inches, she is 18 years old, and weighs 7 1/2 pounds. Princess Wee-nee-wee travels with the Barnum & Bailey circus. The prince is connected with the vaudeville circuit which makes the parks.
Last week the prince heard that Wee-nee-wee was to be in Kansas City yesterday and so delayed his departure from Carnival park in order to pay her a visit. Out at the show grounds the freaks' tent had just been raised when the prince walked in and inquired for Wee-nee-wee. When the princess's maid brought her out to see the prince they stared at each other for a moment, then the prince boldly put out his hand in greeting.
So struck was he with the midget's appearance that he immediately proposed marriage.
"How do you like me?" he asked. "Wouldn't you like to be my wife?" The prince had made his little speech without a blush and seemed dreadfully in earnest. Wee-nee-wee was painfully embarrassed and, despite her dark color, she even blushed. Meanwhile, a crowd had gathered about the midgets and the little woman was becoming very uncomfortable. She wasn't used to receiving proposals among so many people, so she took her suitor into another part of the tent. From behind the curtain, parts of their conversation could be overheard.
"I have lots of money," urged the prince, "and I can show you a fine time. You need not go with the circus any more."
PRINCESS WEE-NEE-WEE.
She is 18 Years Old, 17 Inches High and Weighs 7 1/2 Pounds.
"I have lots of money, too," answered the princess, "and I don't need you or your money. Anyhow, I am in love with Captain Jack Barnett, and he loves me, too."
Captain Jack Barnett is a midget just about the size of the prince. He is exhibited in the freak tent with the princess and they have been traveling companions for many months. So, when the prince learned that an ordinary captain had been the successful suitor for the little princess's hand, he gave up in despair.
As he left the tent he was heard talking to his manager who had gone with him to the circus grounds.
"I supposed that Wee-nee-wee would not be as small as they all said she was or that she would be mighty fat," he said. "But she is not fat and she is just as small as anybody can be. She just came up to my shoulders when she stood up by my side. Wouldn't we make the prize couple, though?"
Outside the freak tent there were thousands of persons who had visited the grounds to see the circus unload and to catch an occasional glimpse of the elephants and camels as they were being led to the menagerie tent.
Inside of the menagerie tent, or jungle top, as the circus men call it, the animals were being fed and the wagons polished for inspection which they will receive today. One of the most interesting sights inside the jungle top was a baby camel, 6 weeks old. When this camel was only two days old his mother stepped upon his left foreleg, breaking it above the fetlock. The camel would have to be killed, but since it was white and there is no other white camel connected with the circus, a great effort was made to save it.
It was placed in a cage and as much care taken of it as if it were a child. Every hour the little camel has to be given milk from a bottle, and he usually insists upon two bottles.
Next to the baby camel is a baby elephant, 2 weeks old. The baby elephant is also fed from a bottle and has a special attendant. These young animals created much excitement and amusement among those who were standing near the tent.
The circus train was late in its arrival yesterday morning and the "roustabout" gang worked overtime. Within fifty-five minutes after the tent gang as on the circus grounds, the menagerie tent had been raised. Quickly in succession were put up the cook tent, the stable tops and some freak tents. All day yesterday the gangs of men were busy getting the big tent in order and it will be stretched today. The tent for the big show i said to e the largest circus tent in the worked and from the looks of the ground which it is to cover it seems as if there were much truth in the statement.
It was necessary for five patrolmen under a sergeant to be present on the grounds yesterday in order to take care of the immense crowd which had gathered. The curious people insisted on getting in the way of the workmen and in taking an occasional peep under the menagerie, but the officers handled the crowd well and no more serious disturbance was reported.Labels: amusement, animals, police, romance, visitors July 14, 1908 IT'S ALWAYS "IN LINE."
Ex-Governor of Mississippi Talks of His Own State.
"Mississippi is not only one of the 'solid South,' but it has a greater distinction," said Ex-Governor A. H. Longino at the Coates house last night. "Mississippi not only gave Judge Parker its electoral vote in 1904, but every precinct in the state was carried for the Democratic candidate for president."
The ex-governor was on the way from the Democratic convention in Denver to his home in Jackson, Miss., last night. He stopped off here yesterday to visit some friends and to get a more extensive view of the city than he has ever had before. He comes here frequently to trade at the Kansas City mule market and was a delegate to the convention here in 1900. He was also a delegate to the convention at Denver last week.Labels: Coates house, Denver, politics, visitors July 10, 1908 HE WAS HUNGRY FOR THE COTTON FIELDS.
So Dennis Kane, 93 Years Old, Started to Walk From Chicago to Louisiana.
Dennis Kane, aged 93, who in six weeks had walked the entire distance from Chicago, arrived at the Helping Hand yesterday. Bound for Veanvior, La., where he will re-enter the Confederate Soldiers' home, he will again take the road this morning, and expects to have arrived at his destination within five weeks.
During the war Dennis Kane, then in his prime, served with a Confederate company and participated in several leading battles. While the war was in progress he became acquainted with and married one of the prominent women of New Orleans, who died within a year. At the close of the war he entered into the plantation business and for a time prospered Finally ill fortune overtook him and the business was lost.
Without funds the former plantation owner was compelled to seek employment in the capacity of an ordinary laborer of a man whom he had previously employed and trained. Finally this plantation was sold, its owner going North, Dennis Kane went to look for a job elsewhere. Years passed, and finally Kane made application and was admitted to the Confederate home at Veanvoir.
While in this home he heard from his former employe, former employer and friend. He was in Chicago and invited Dennis to come and spend the balance of his days with him. This invitation was accepted, and last February the two old friends were reunited.
Al went well until the death of the friend two months ago, and, although his family endeavored to persuade Dennis to stay with them always, he refused, saying he intended returning to the South. Without funds, therefore, he left them and started afoot across the breadth of the country for the scenes of his boyhood.
"I attribute my health to three things," said Dennis, speaking of himself yesterday. "First, I have never drunk liquor; second, I have never used tobacco, and third, because I believe in Christ and trust Him. There is nothing else to tell," said he. "I am going home and am sure to get there. I am well and strong. I can walk well and will be glad when I arrive once more where I can get a whiff of the cotton fields."Labels: Civil War, Helping Hand, Seniors, veterans, visitors July 7, 1908 DOCTOR OUT OF FUNDS APPLIES TO HELPING HAND.
Works for Food and Lodging for Him- self and Dog Until Money From Home Comes.
When he walked into the Helping Hand institute Saturday afternoon he was leading a bull dog. He was dressed in the latest fashion and his shoes were of patent leather. The clerk thought the visitor was there merely as a spectator and was somewhat astonished when he walked up to the desk, paid his 10 cents for a bed and asked: "Is there any place here that I may keep my dog?"
There was a place in the cellar and the dog was fed and put to bed at regulation time, 9 p. m. Sunday the well dressed man announced that he was "broke" and said he would have to work for what he got thereafter There was no work allowed there on Sunday, of course, but yesterday morning the man was up bright and early ready for manual labor. He was given a job washing windows on the second floor and he did his work well, they say. Twice he left his ladder suddenly and went down stairs. On his third trip interest caused E. T. Brigham, superintendent, to follow him. The man was at the telephone and Mr Brigham heard this:
"Hello, Baltimore hotel, well, has that telegram for Dr. Blank come yet?" Seven times the well dressed man visited the telephone and just at 3:15 p. m. he was rewarded. His telegram was there, he was informed. With a broad smile the man called up the New England National bank. When he finished talking he turned and said:
"Well, I guess I'll go back to the Baltimore now. I am on my way from Billings, Mont., to Galveston, Tex., and got broke here. Knowing no one here I could not ask for credit. I was glad to find a place where I could get my board and room. I'll be glad to pay you now for your trouble."
"You worked, and worked well, for what you got," he was told.
Leading the bull dog the man left the institution yesterday afternoon. The bank informed him that it was too late for him to get his money, but that he could have it this morning. The telegram gave him entree into the Baltimore again, however, and he remained there last night This morning the man, who is a Billings, Mon., dentist, will leave for Galveston.Labels: animals, banking, dentists, Helping Hand, Hotel Baltimore, telegraph, visitors July 6, 1908 SWAM 20 MILES DOWN THE KAW.
CARL KURZ LEFT STREAM ABOVE DESOTO, KAS.
Insisted That He Could Finish the Long Swim From Lawrence to Kansas City, but Was Not Permitted. 
CARL KURZ.
Who Swam Twenty Miles in the Kaw
River at Night.
Kurz entered the water at 9:30 o'clock Friday night and left at 2:35 Saturday morning, three miles above DeSoto, Kas.
The swimmer got along fine as far as Eudora, Kas. Here the boat carrying reporters from The Journal and the Lawrence World, went ashore to telegraph to their papers. The other boat, containing Roy Stratton, a riverman, went on with Kurz.
Three miles below Eudora, the boat was thrown into a snag and in attempting to get out, Stratton broke one oar clear off just below the carlock. The swimmer and the boat drifted helplessly down the stream. Kurz did not want to go ashore, but after drifting five miles and having many narrow escapes from snags, he decided it would be best to land and wait for the other boat.
That five mile drift was full of adventure. Kurtz had to stay near the boat, widely seen to have taken a sudden liking for snags and whirlpools. Once it floated up on a submerged corn field and Kurtz for a moment got his feet tangled in a barb wire fence.
Helped by the swimmer, Stratton finally landed at 2:35 a. m.
THEY HAD NO LIGHTS.
The second boat came by an hour later and tied up with the other It was agreed that the current was too treacherous and the snags too frequent to permit one boat to tow the other in the dark. All the light the party now had was a coal oil lantern A chemical bicycle lamp the press boat carried eploded a few miles below Eudora and this boat jo urneyed seen miles in the dark.
It was decided to wait until daylight and then drop down to DeSoto, get another oar, an start a new race from DeSoto to Kansas City.
A fire was built on the bank. Over his web bathing suit Kurz put on his coat and trousers and lay down on the damp sand by the fire He slept about an hour, being awakened at daylight. He was thoroughly chilled and in no condiion to re-enter the water. But he insisted that he would be ready to start from DeSoto for Kansas City as soon as the sun rose.
The sun was up when the party limped up to the bank in front of the Santa Fe depot at DeSoto. Kurz stayed in the boat, sleeping under two overcoats. He would eat nothing. It was found that oars were as scarce in DeSoto as children in a high class apartment house.
TOO WEAK TO GO ON.
Kurz was warmed up by this time and eager to start. He was weak, though, and was really a little afraid of the cold water. A council of war decided that since it was doubtful whether Kurz could cover the remaining forty miles in his present condition, and since the prospect of another oar was so bad that it seemed likely that one boat would have to be towed several miles before another oar could be procured, the affair was called off.
Kurz came into Kansas City from DeSoto by train. The boat will be shipped back to Lawrence.
The swimmer displayed great nerve and endurance throughout the twenty-mile swim. Disappointd by the withdrawal of the other entrants in the race, he started alone, just to show that he was no quitter. And he wasn't He plowed his way down the dangerous river through treacherous whirlpools and around snags for twenty miles, the last five miles of which were made in front of a drifting boat.
Twenty miles in that cold water is a swim that few men would care to undertake. Most of them would want to get out of the dampness long before the last mile was reached. But Kurz did all this for fun, and because he refused to take a dare.
HE WASN'T AFRAID.
After he swam over the dam at Lawrence, several weks ago, a Lawrence merchant asked him why he didn't try to swim to Kansas City.
"Pretty far, isn't it?" said Kurz. "And the water' cold this time of year."
"You're not afraid, are you?" the merchant said.
"No, I'm not."
"Well, why don't you try to do it?"
And Kurz tried hard to do it.
He still contends that he can make the distance, and is willing to make another attempt if he can find any one to race against him. He has no money, so can n ot make any bet wthat would ring out the swimmers who are not swimming seenty miles for fun.
Kurz has studied art at the Chicago art institute and the St. Louis art institute. He was a promising artist, but gave up his art to become a plumber. His father is an evangelical minister in Chicago. He has been all over the United States, and for several months practiced his trade in Panama. His home is now in Lawrence, but he probably will move here.
Kurz believes in fasting after a long race. After he started on the swim he did not eat a thing until yesterday morning, when he ate an orange. As soon as he arrived here he bought a chocolate ice cream soda. That was all he ate yesterday.Labels: Kaw river, Lawrence, sports, The Journal, visitors July 6, 1908 DEMENTED BOY TAKEN HOME.
John E. Stroud's Father Says He Had Studied Too Hard.
John E. Stroud, the Kansas University Student who was taken in charge by the police last Thrusday afternoon and detained at police headquarters, after calling on Mayor Thomas T. Crittenden, Jr., while mentally unsound, was taken home last night by his father, R. J. Stroud of Howard, Kas. Young Stroud, who had grown worse since his incarceration in a cell in the matron's room, was removed to the general hospital early Saturday morning. They physicians at the hospital strapped Stroud to a cot so he could not injure himself. When his father visited him at the hospital the young college student appeared to become quiet, and when they left for their Kansas home the demented man was very meek in his actions. Mr. Stroud said that his son had studied too hard while at the university and was not well when the college closed.Labels: general hospital, Mayor Crittenden, mental health, police headquarters, universities, visitors July 4, 1908
MAYOR COULDN'T REMOVE "SPELL."
STROUD STILL UNDER INFLU- ENCE OF THE "EVIL EYE."
SEEKS A REAL HYPNOTIST
K. U. GRADUATE STILL BEING HELD BY POLICE.
Will Not Be Given Liberty, as They Fear He May Be Seized at Any Moment by Homi- cidal Mania. 
JOHN EARL STROUD, A. B.
Kansas University graduate whose mind
is deranged and is being detained
by the police.
Mayor Thomas T. Crittenden, Jr., put aside everything for a time yesterday and repaired to the police matron's room, where, with mystic signs, a few words, a wrinkled brow and a queer look in his eye, he attempted to remove a hypnotic spell which John E. Stroud of Howard, Kas., says has been upon him for now just three months and six days.
Stroud called on the mayor Thursday afternoon and insisted on having an audience with him at once. He said that he was laboring under the spell of a "snake-eyed hypnotist," which might cause him to jump in front of a street car at any moment, and that he had made a special pilgrimage here to see the mayor, believing that only he could undo the spell. The mayor called Captain Walter Whitsett to his office and Stroud was placed in limbo.
There was a brief session of the police board yesterday, and at its close Stroud's case came up for discussion. "Why don't you go in and remove the spell then?" the mayor was asked. "If the man believes you can, it might help him."
"I have never been a success at removing spells," said his honor, "but I'm game to try my hand at it."
The police board adjournd to the matron's room and Mayor Crittenden was formally introduced to Stroud, who sat with bowed head in a cell. He seemed pleased when told that the mayor had come to cast off the spell and shook hands cordially.
IT PLEASED THE VICTIM.
"All but myself and the doctors will please leave the room," said the mayor in a commanding voice. When the room was cleared the cell door was unlocked and the mayor entered with Dr. J. P. Neal. Taking Stroud by the right hand, placing the left upon the man's brow and looking as much like a real spell-removing wizard as possible, the mayor said in a slow, firm voice:
"By the authority vested in me by the great state of Missouri and this beautiful city, I here and now peremptorily command the hypnotic spell which has been upon you be permanently removed."
The mayor finished his solemn duty with a motion of the hands as if flinging something from the ends of his fingers. Stroud grinned and looked as if he felt better.
"You'll be all right now," said the mayor on leaving. "I have called the spell all off."
The unusual duty was performed at just 4:13 o'clock. Two hours later Stroud was asked if he didn't feel better and if the spell had been cast off.
"SEND ON A HYPNOTIST."
"I guess I was wrong in my surmises," he said dolefully. "It will undoubtedly take a hypnotist to undo the work of one of his kind. Send on a good one and I think he can do it."
"How do you know the spell has not been removed by the mayor?" he was asked. "He has removed hypnotic spells before and should not have failed in your case."
"Because I can hear the hypnotist talking to me," was the reply. Then he cocked his head to one side to listen. "I didn't quite catch what he said then," he said. Once more he took a listening attitude and laughed. "He says, 'You can do as you please.' Now that isn't true, for my whole life is guided by his suggestions. I see it now in everything I do. I may be looking at a person passing along the street there and want to change and look at someone else, but I can't. Again, when I feel like looking at an object a long time, the hypnotist compells me to change and look at something else."
Dr. Neal said yesterday that Stroud's condition is much worse than when he was first detained. Then he was only receiving suggestions at intervals, but now he regards every move he makes a coming from the mysterious person whom the thinks has him in his power.
DANGEROUSLY INSANE.
"That class of insanity is the most dangerous kind," said Dr. Neal. "Suppose the suggestion to kill should come to him and he believed that he had to act on it? What would be the result?"
Thursday night Captian Whitsett wired the unfortunate man's father, R. L. Stroud, the proprietor of the Stroud hotel, Howard, Kas., and the reply said, "Have written by this mail." The letter had not ben received last night Colonel Greenman notified the father again yesterday. Stroud said he had been here since June 15 and had been stopping at 314 West Fourteenth street. He will not be released except to relatives who can care for him, as he is now regarded as a dangerous man to be at large.Labels: Captain Whitsett, Col. J. C. Greenman, Fourteenth street, Mayor Crittenden, mental health, police board, police matron, streetcar, visitors July 4, 1908 PACKING HERE WAS JUST AN ACCIDENT.
ARMOURS CAME TO TRY OUT THE CLIMATE.
Found They Could Kill Earlier and Cure Meat Faster and Save Shrinkage and a Long Drive.
Col. R. T. Van Horn of Evanston says Kansas City became a great beef packing center by accident. Many year ago the colonel took a visitor to the site of the persent Armour plant and heard John Plankinton, Phillip D. Armour's first partner, explain how he discovered the meat could be cured faster here than on the lake front and how, with the crude equipment of the day, he could kill earlier in the season.
"The manner in which the Armour plant came into existence is fresh in my memory as if it were yesterday," said Colonel Van Horn. "It was sometime in the '60's -- the exact date could be found in The Journal files.
"There was no hog killing, and as refrigerator cars were not in use, the business was packing mess beef, putting the product in barrels; steamboats taking it aboard at the river bank nearby.
"It was in October, the most salubrious and beautiful month of all the year in this midcontinent region. The firm name then was Plankinton & Armour -- John Plankinton and Philip D. Armour -- and the locality was about where the great Armour plant is now. The incident was as follows: Hon. William D. Kelley (Pig Iron Kelley), member of congress from Philadelphia, had been on a Western trip as far as Denver, and returning, stopped over at Kansas City on a visit to Colonel Morton, whose fine farm is in the Clay county bluffs, north of Harlem. Mrs. Kelley and Mrs. Morton had been school girls together and the stop over was to afford them a visit and an old-time reunion.
"Judge Kelley came over every day, and, as I had made his acquaintance in the house of representatives, I was the only person he personally knew here, and I took more than ordinary pains to show him the hospitality of the city, which he kindly returned by a public address in the old court house. His address can be found reported in The Journal of the time.
"Then, as now, the packing business was the great enterprise of the city, and was the point of interest to show all visitors. One day I took Judge Kelley up to the Bottoms to see it. There wsa then no structure that could be called a building -- a frame to cover the killing beds, and a long covered runway for the slaughtered carcasses of beef.
"It so happened that John Plankinton himself was present and, when Judge Kelley was introduced to him, Mr. Plankinton gave him that attention and consideration due a man of eminence and national reputation. Judge Kelly was astonished at the magnitude of the business, was profuse in his compliments and questions, and said: 'I am astounded, sir, at the existence of such an immense business away out here in the wilderness, and so much greater than any of like character in our Eastern states. How does it come and what induced its establishment?'
" 'Well,' said Mr. Plankinton, 'it was what you might call an accident. As you perhaps know, we have been packing beef in Chicago and Milwaukee for some years. Many of our cattle came from the country south of this. The common name was Cherokee cattle, being brought mostly from the Indian Territory. Our method was to drive the cattle to this point, as it is the nearest Missouri river locality, the river being narrow and deep and the banks solid, swimming them across by driving to Quincy, and by rail to Chicago.
" 'It was when I was here on one of those occasions, while stopping at the hotel in Kansas City, that I heard of some cattle over in the Delaware country and, getting on my horse one morning, came across the bottom here to cross the Kaw at the Wyandotte ferry. As I was riding along, not far from where we now are, I saw a dead steer lying at the road side and thinking I would find a strong odor from it I began looking for a way to ride around it, but the under brush, as you may see in places, was so dense that only the roadway to accommodate a single wagon was to be seen. But as no stench was noticed I concluded the air was moving toward the other side and that I would get the benefit of the dead carcass after I passed it. But there was no difference and my horse did not seem to notice it. The facts excited my curiosity and I rode back to the dead carcass and struck it with my whip. It sounded like a drum.
"The incident set me to thinking and I concluded that if the climate here would so cure a dead steer, the carcass of a slaughtered one ought to keep for a longer time than on the lake shore. And then I thought of the jerked buffalo meat cured from time immemorial without salt. And so we concluded to triy it as a packing point, saving the drive to Quincy, the railroad charges from there, and the shrinkage in transit.'
" 'And so we have found it. Today, Judge Kelley,' said Mr. Plankinton, pointing to the immense rows of dressed carcasses on the runways, 'we are killing 1,200 head of cattle and, with the thermometer at Chicago thee same as it is here, all of that meat would spoil, and we can kill two and three weeks earlier than there. And thus you have the reasons why we are here.'
"The facts are exact as I have given you and the words, as a rule, as they were uttered. The points covered are all literally presented -- particularly as to the dead steer and its results. It is all faithful history.Labels: Armour plant, Colonel Van Horn, food, The Journal, veterans, visitors July 3, 1908
MAN UNDER SPELL VISITS THE MAYOR
WANTS HIS HONOR TO REMOVE "EVIL INFLUENCE."
TRIP FROM KANSAS IN VAIN
LAYS ALL HIS TROUBLES TO A TRAVELING MAN.
J. E. Stroud of Howard, Kas., De- clares Mr. Crittenden Is the Only Person, Except a Hypnotist, Who Can Relieve Him.
"I want to see the mayor and see him at once."
"He's busy now. Won't you have a seat?"
"No I won't. I said I wanted to see the mayor right now, and I meant it. I am under the spell of a hypnotist and may jump in front of a street car at any moment. I want the mayor to break this spell. I have come all the way here to have him do it."
The foregoing dialogue took place yesterday afternoon in the office of Mayor Thomas T. Crittenden, Jr. between a tall, slender man with constantly shifting eyes and the mayor's secretary.
The mayor himself over heard the conversation and took a look at the man who was laboring under hypnotic influence. Something about him made his honor nervous. With visions of bombs, infernal machines and other anarchistic toys, the mayor closed his door and hurried to the telephone.
"Hello, police headquarters?" he asked. "Let me talk to the captain. Is that you, Captain Whitsett? Well, I wish you would send up here to my office and take a man out that is acting queer. This is the mayor."
Captain Whitsett went up himself. When he got there the mayor was leaning over the railing of his office and talking "real nice" to the man. He was taken in charge and locked up in the matron's room.
GRADUATE OF K. U.
To Dr. Paul Lux, who examined him later, the man gave the name of J. E. Stroud of Howard, Kas. He looks to be 30 years old but said that he graduated with a class of about 270 at the Kansas State university on June 10. He said he had taught school at Galva and Jamestown, Kas.
"I came all the way here June 15 to see the mayor about removing a hypnotic influence which has been over me since March 28, last."
Stroud said he did not know the name of the man who had cast the spell on him, but believed it was a New York traveling man with whom he talked at dinner in a Howard, Kas., hotel, March 28.
"Did you know that the man was a hypnotist?" asked Dr. Lux. "When did you first realize that he had hypnotized you?"
"I didn't know it at first, of course," replied Stroud, "or I would have left him. He held my conversation about fifteen minutes longer than I intended and I felt that I could not get away from him. His eyes were funny, but I suspected nothing until a few days later when I found myself acting solely by suggestions that came to me and doing things I had not done before."
Just at this point, Stroud, who was sitting on the edge of a bed, reached out with his right hand and smoothed out the top spread. Jerking his hand away quickly he said: "There, do you see that? Did you notice what I did then?"
STROUD "SEES THINGS."
The doctor had not noticed. Stroud seemed surprised that he had overlooked such an unusual thing as a man smoothing out a bedspread.
"Didn't you see me straighten out that cover? Well, that man caused me to do that. I am not in the habit of smoothing out bedspreads. I wish the mayor had taken this spell off. I believe he is the only one here to do it. In fact I came here just to have him do it."
At another time Stroud scraped a splinter from the floor with the toe of his right shoe. That, too, was caused by the same hypnotic influence. He said that when he arrived here he thought of hunting up another hypnotist and having him try his art at removing a spell cast by another of his profession. The idea always came back to him that Mayor Thomas T. Crittenden, Jr., was the only man in the wide world to remove such influences. "And he actually wouldn't do it," Stroud said sadly; "what do you think of that?"
Stroud said that at times he was able to do exactly the opposite of the hypnotist's suggestions, but that it was a mental strain. Stroud is now being held and relatives at Howard, Kas., will be notified.
Stroud said that if he knew where he could find the hypnotist he would wire him to get busy and look the other way for a while.Labels: Captain Whitsett, doctors, Mayor Crittenden, mental health, police matron, telephone, universities, visitors July 2, 1908 BOOSTING SEATTLE FAIR.
Director of Concessions Says It Will Be the Greatest Ever.
D. W. Lewis, director of concessions for the world's exposition, which will be held at Seattle, Wash, beginning, in June, 1909, was in Kansas City yesterday visiting his old friend, George C. Hale. He left at midnight for a tour of the large Eastern cities.
"The exposition is beginning to assume definite proportions," Mr. Lewis said last night. "A number of the buildings have been erected and are nearly completed. It is only a matter of a few months until we will have one of the greatest expositions that has ever been given. We are spending lots of money and sparing no expense to make it the greatest ever, and I can give assurance that it will be well worth the trip to Seattle next summer. As director of the concession I may say that we will more than equal former expositions along that particular line. I am not boasting without reason when I say that this exposition will undoubtedly be the greatest ever."Labels: visitors June 25, 1908 ARMY GETS $5,000 BEQUEST.
Mrs. Mary Greenand, the Donor, Was a Colorado Colonist.
Colonel Thomas Holland, national colonization secretary for the Salvation Army, was in Kansas City yesterday. He is on his way home from St. Joseph, where he went to arrange a bequest of $5,000, left by Mrs. Mary Greenand of Amity, Col., to the Salvation Army. Mrs. Greenand was a settler at the Salvation Army colony at Amity.
"Besides the colony at Amity," said Col. Holland, "we have also a colony at Fort Romie, Cal. At Amity we have 300 persons and at Fort Romie 200. We have been established ten years and are meeting with success. Our plan is to take penniless people, mostly from the cities, and furnish them land, rent free, and allow them to pay for it as they wish. They are allowed twenty years to pay for their land. Each family receives from twenty to forty acres. It is irrigated land and the settlers have been uniformly successful. Mrs. Greenand, who was a widow, became interested in the movement and bought a farm in the settlement. When she died several days ago she left us this handsome bequest."Labels: probate, Salvation Army, St.Joseph, visitors June 18, 1908 MAN FROM DEADWOOD WAS AN EASY MARK.
Went for Ride With a Stranger, Who Borrowed His Money and Also His Purse to Hold It.
John Martin, a young farmer who arrived here yesterday from Deadwood, S. D., bound for Voland, Kas., is the easiest picking a confidence man ever had. He was not only "trimmed to a finish" by a "con" man yesterday, but was left at Thirty-fifth street and Troost avenue with a broken buggy belonging to E. Landis, 415 Wyandotte street. After "holding the bag" from 4 until 8 o'clock waiting for his new found friend to appear in another rig, John walked clear to police headquarters and led the horse.
Martin is 33 years old. When he arrived here he had $11.70 and a ticket to his Kansas home. While wandering about in the North End, he met a man who told him he was a horse trader, with a valuable string of ponies and he hired Martin to work for him. The man gave martin the lovable name of "Darling Smith," but said that he used the name of Milligan, after his stepfather.
After hiring Martin, "Darling's first move was to take his railroad ticket and leave it. John did not know where -- "but I was to get the money on it next week," he said. Just before noon Smith borrowed $5 of Martin's $11.70. After lunch they met by appointment and Smith had a rig in which he invited Martin for a ride, saying that it was "one of many." They drove to Electric park and on the way Smith informed Martin that he would have to use another $5 bill until tomorrow. That left Martin $1.70. In the park they took in all the concessions and John Martin was introduced to wonders he never believed existed -- the merry-go-round, shoot-the-chutes, the tickler, scenic railway and all.
Before they had proceeded far, in fact, just after they had had their pictures taken with "Darling Smith" on a burro and Martin by his side, Smith touched Martin for $1 more, leaving him with 70 cents.
"After he'd done that," said John Martin at police headquarters last night, "He borrowed my pocketbook with the 70 cents in it, saying he wanted to use it to carry his change. He was afraid he'd lose it, he said."
That last touch left John Martin of Deadwood, bound for Voland, completely strapped.
"And," Martin said, "I had a quart of good whisky, which I bought in Deadwood to take home to Pa -- paid $1.25 for it, too -- and when that feller Smith found I had it he said we'd better drink it. We did, or rather, he did, as he got the most of it."
On the way home from the park Smith was giving Martin an exhibition of fancy driving with one of his "trained" horses. He collided with a large wagon and smashed the right front wheel. Martin was left to watch the rig, while Smith returned to the city to get another vehicle. It was not until he had held the bag or rather the nag four hours that Martin began to wake up and take notice. He put the buggy by the roadside and started to town, asking all whom he met if they knew "Darling Smith."
The police have a good description of Mr. Smith and are looking for him. Mr. Landis, whose rig the "con" man had, took pity on Martin last night, and took him to his barn where he was given a bunk for the night. Landis said he might give Martin a job "until he gets on his feet and becomes a little wiser."Labels: animals, con artist, Electric park, North end, police headquarters, Thirty-fifth street, Troost avenue, visitors, Wyandotte street 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: The Journal, visitors June 14, 1908 MET HERE TO BE MARRIED.
Not Because They Favored the City, but to Save Money.
Walter F. Austin, Jr., of New York city, and Miss Eva Belle Tomkins of San Francisco, met at the Baltimore hotel Friday and were married yesterday by the Rev. Hampden S. Church. The bride and groom will leave here today for New York, where Mr. Austin is connected with the National Alumni Publishing Company.
"Nothing but an old childhood affair," said Mr. Austin yesterday. "We'd known each other since we were children. I didn't want to go clear to Frisco and she didn't want to bring her parents all the way to New York, so we decided to meet here yesterday and get married today. Her father and mother came along and I brought my father. No elopement, no romance at all. Just a time, money and trouble saving proposition."Labels: Hotel Baltimore, ministers, visitors, wedding June 14, 1908 FINE ART WORK.
Bangs Sisters Creating Portraits of the Deceased.
The Bangs Sisters of Chicago produce portraits of departed men, women or children for friends while they wait. These wonderful artists are located in the New York apartment house, northwest corner of Twelfth street and Paseo. They have been spending a few weeks away from home on a vacation. They are making many beautiful portraits in Kansas City and do not expect to remain in Kansas City very long. Anyone wishing to see them should make arrangements to do so as soon as possible. --Adv.Labels: arts, Paseo, Twelfth street, visitors June 13, 1908 CARRIED HIM HALF A MILE.
Wounded Lad Taken to Place of Safety by Herculean Comrade.
Sheriff J. S. Steed of Johnson county, Kas., brought to this city last night for treatment O. C. Oberman, 18 years old, who had been shot at Corliss, Kas., yesterday morning. With him is Mike Stanislauski, 23 years old.
The youths left Topeka yesterday, and when they reached Corliss, Kas., it was raining. They were on foot and, as the depot there was unoccupied, they raised a window and entered.
"We had been in there but a few minutes," said Oberman, "when a young man whom I later learned was the son of a local merchant, came to the depot and ordered us out. He drew a revolver and struck me over the forehead. With the blood streaming down my face we made haste to get out. We had not gone ten feet, when he began to shoot at us, and the bullet went through my right knee."
Oberman said that Stanislauski carried him over a half mile through water up to his knees to where the ground was dry. Stanislauski was afraid to leave Oberman in the town. While Stanislauski was seeking aid a work train came along and the crew picked up the wounded boy and took him to Wilder, Kas., a station beyond where he had left Oberman.
While sitting on the station platform there debating what he would do Stanislauski said a constable came in a buggy two hours later and drove him to De Soto.
Sheriff Steed says he received word from the Santa Fe Company at Topeka to take the two men into custody. When he heard the story, however, he arrested the man who did the shooting and lodged him in jail in Olathe, Kas., the county seat. The sheriff said the man gave the name of Paul.
Oberman was taken to emergency hospital last night, where he was treated by Dr. J. Park Neal. Dr. Neal said that the wound was a serious one, as it involved the knee joint. This morning he will be removed to St. Joseph's hospital. He has an uncle in Detroit, Mich., who will be notified.Labels: doctors, emergency hospital, Olathe, railroad, Topeka, violence, visitors June 1, 1908
SUICIDE FALLS AT FEET OF HUSBAND.
MRS. HARRY SETTLE SWALLOWS ACID AT HER HOTEL.
HAD JUST MADE UP QUARREL.
COUPLE WAS HERE VISITING MR. SETTLE'S PARENTS.
All Sunday Morning He Pleaded Out- side Her Door and at Last Believed She For- gave Him.
As an outcome of several months of domestic troubles, Mrs. Mildred Settle, daughter of Richard L. Long, a prominent real estate dealer of Fort Worth, Tex., 18 years of age, committed suicide in her room at the Humbolt hotel at Twelfth and Locust streets yesterday afternoon by drinking carbolic acid. Mrs. Settle and her husband, Harry Settle, had been in Kansas City since Saturday at midnight, having come here to visit Mr Settle's parents, who live at 1308 Oak street. They went immediately to the Humbolt hotel, and nothing more was seen of them until late yesterday morning.
Settle appeared in the dining room of the hotel for breakfast at a late hour without his young wife. After his breakfast he went back to their room to see why she had not come down for breakfast. He found the door locked, and to his knocking he received no reply.
He called repeatedly, and she finally told him to leave her, as she wished nothing more from him. Surprised at this treatment, he began to plead with her, but the young wife would speak to him no more.
After urging a reconciliation for some time, he left the hotel and went to his mother's home. He enlisted her services, and together they went to the hotel, and stood outside of the door, first one pleading with the girl, and then the other. At last Mrs. Settle opened the door and let them in. Mrs. Settle then left the husband with his wife, and soon it appeared that all the trouble was over between them. They left the hotel together, and appeared in a happy frame of mind.
About noon they returned and went directly to their room. Mr. Settle left and went to his mother's home. As he passed out of sight his wife walked form the hotel to Hucke's drug store at Twelfth and Oak streets, where she purchased a vial of carbolic acid.
SHE RAN THROUGH STREETS.
Soon she was seen running through the halls, out of doors and into her father-in-law's home. In the room she found her husband talking with his father and mother. She ran directly up to him, gasping out an almost inarticulate cry: "Oh Harry, Harry," and then fell to the floor at his feet.
The family physician was called and tried to revive the fast falling girl by administering vinegar. His treatment was without beneficial effect and her husbans sent in a call for the police ambulance. At the Walnut street station, the nearest one, the doctor had gone out for lunch, but the ambulance was sent nevertheless.
When it arrived at the house where the unconscious girl lay, she was hastily carried into the carriage and orders were given for a record drive to the emergency hospital, fourteen blocks away.
The girl was almost beyond medical aid before they had reached the hospital and died a few moments after having been taken in charge by the police surgeon.
Just before Mrs. Settle left the hotel she had opened her door and called to Mrs. A. D. Buyas, wife of the proprietor, asking her the date of the month. Remembering this incident, Mrs. Buyas went into the dead girl's room, expecting to find an explanatory note of some kind. As she passed through the door she noticed a leaf of charred paper in the center of the floor with a half burnt match beside it. She stooped to see if she could make out what was written on the sheet and succeeded in deciphering the last word, which was "dead."
BURNED FAREWELL NOTE.
Apparently Mrs. Settle had written a note telling of her suicidal intentions and at the last moment decided to leave it all to the imagination. Mr. Settle says that he was not greatly surprised at his wife's actions, for on the occasion of their last years' visit to Kansas City his wife had bought a bottle of laudanum and announced her intention of committing suicide. He says that he was able to persuade her not to do so at that time, but the threat had been ever ready with her since.
Mr. and Mrs. Settle had lived for two years on a ranch near Amarillo, Tex. While on the ranch his wife had developed a strange fascination, according to him, of breaking broncos. At the beginning of her riding she was thrown violently to the ground, sustaining a serious injury about the head. Her husband thinks that this fall caused her to become despondent and in constant ill health, which made her very irritable at times. This fact he believes caused her to magnify the family troubles, which have frequently arisen.
Harry Settle was well known in college football circles, having been a tackle on the University Medical school football team for three years, 1899-1901. At that time he was reputed to be one of the best tackles in the West. He is a brother of Mrs. E. J. Gump of 105 Spring street in this city.Labels: druggists, hotels, Locust street, Oak street, sports, Spring street, Suicide, Twelfth street, visitors June 1, 1908 BROTHER'S BLONDE GIRL BROUGHT JOHN TROUBLE.
Had Never Seen Her, So He Ad- dressed All Taffy Tops He Met.
John Wagner of 614 1/2 East Twelfth street had to explain to a police officer last night at the union depot when apparently "braced" a young woman. The bracing act was wel known to a gray-haired matron from the country, and she promptly notified the depot master and city detectives Sanderson and Julian were put on the young man's trail immediately.
Wagner himself admitted, after the detectives caught him, that it probably did look strange but, as he had an identification all ready he was released. The young lady was his brother's sweetheart and was released with apologies.
When the girl strted West Wagner's brother wrote him to meet her in Kansas City and help her spsend the four hours' layover sightseeing. Wagne knew her name and knew she was a blonde, and the girl did not know he sweetheart's brother was to meet her That's what got them pinched.
When the young man reached the union deopt, he learned the train from Davenport, Ia., had been in several minutes andhe set about to locate his brother's "girl." Yes, of course, knowing she was a blonde he stepped up to the first likely looking blonde he found and began talking to her. As far as the conversation concerned the young woman she thought it was Dutch. Her gray haired mamma informed the young man he had made a mistake, and he "blew" on down the aisle in another waiting room until he struck another blonde.
The second blonde happened to be the right girl, and she responded when he called her name, but back up the aisle a gray-haired mother from the country was watching and she immediately set up a cry for the police.
"Why, he worked the same game on her he tried on my daughter," seh explained to the detectives as blonde No 2 disappeared into Union avenue, with Wagner obligingly carrying her grip. "He ain't taking her up town for any good purpose."
It was easy fro Wagner to square himself with the detectives, for his identification was perfect, down to the brothers letter, asking him to look out for the girl, but it was a night's job for Detectives Sandersona dn Julian to convince the other woman that all was well. She left at midnight with a poor opinion of Governor Folk's reorganied out-of-politics police depatrment.Labels: detectives, Twelfth street, Union depot, visitors May 27, 1908 IT'S ON THE MAP, ALL RIGHT.
Coates House Guests Interrogate Guest from Coatesville.
When George Gillespie of Pennsylvania wrote "Coatesville" after his name on the register at the Coates house last night, old residents of the house crowded around to question him. Mr. Gillespie said he did not know of the existence of the Coates house when he left his home in Coatesville, and was only attracted to the hostelry by the sign. It developed that Coatesville, Pa., was named after the father of Kersey Coates, founder of the hotel.Labels: Coates house, hotels, visitors May 19, 1908 "BEST CITY IN THE COUNTRY."
The Rev. Dr. Carter of New York Praises Kansas City.
Members of the First Presbyterian church will hold a reception in the church at Tenth street and Forest avenue tonight in honor of Rev. and Mrs. William Carter of New York city. Dr. Carter was for seven years, prior to 1906, pastor of the church, and he is spending ten days with friends here. He will also attend the Presbyterian general assembly.
Dr. Carter is pastor of the Madison Avenue Reform church at New York. Because of throat trouble, he was granted a year vacation. After spending ten days here, he will leave for Switzerland. He is acompanied by his wife and three children. They will sail on May 28.
"It certainly seems like home to get back to Kansas City," said Dr. Carter, yesterday. "This is the best city in the country."Labels: churches, Forest avenue, ministers, Tenth street, visitors May 15, 1908 HE WALKS WITH THE GHOSTS OF LONG AGO.
THOMAS REYNOLDS VISITS INDE- PENDENCE AFTER 55 YEARS.
Ran Away When a Boy and Comes Back to Find the Old Playfel- lows -- "They Are All Dead," Says He.
After the absence of fifty-five years Thomas Reynolds returned to Independence yesterday to refresh the memories of his youth. When 13 years of age he ran away, going West, and yesterday attempted to locate some of the old familiar spots, some of the old playgrounds.
"There was an old well here," said he, pointing to the southwest corner of the square, but some of the old inhabitants had even forgotten it. "I guess I am lost, or rather I am like the Indian when he came back to the old camping ground. 'Indian lost?' was asked of the brave. 'Indian not; wigwam lost,' was the answer of the Indian. That is my fix. Where is the Nebraska house?" No one knew until he ran up against James Peacock, a '49er, who told him that it, too, had changed and was now known as the Metropolitan hotel.
Mr. Reynolds is a son of Joseph Reynolds, long since dead and known only to a few of the older citizens of the old town. "I left Independence in 1853 and have never been back since. I just want to wander around the old town and see if it is possible after a half-century for a man to locate the old familiar places. There is no use talking, it gives me a strange feeling to come back to this place after having pictured in my mind for fifty years or more certain playgrounds. Then another thing -- nearly everybody I knew is dead, that is the worst of it. If I could come back and find them as they were there there would be some satisfaction, but they are gone.
"THERE WAS OLD MR. BEATTY."
"I suppose everybody who has been away from his old home for fifty years and goes back has the same experience. No doubt more than one man has gone up against just what I am doing today. There was old Mr. Beatty, who did business in jewelry away back there; how I remember he kicked a stovepipe hat with a brick in it and then sent for me to come and nurse him. I went over to see his son today -- the old man is dead, died many years ago, they told me. Judge Woodson, too, has passed away, and I met his son, a gray haired gentleman, today.
"I remember James Peacock. He left for the California gold fields before I, as a boy, left for Oregon. Nathaniel Landis is gone; in fact, they are all gone. Away over on that hill yonder," said Mr. Reynolds, "there used to be a house. A man named Wilson lived there; had a boy named Rufus. The old gentleman is gone, but his boy is older than I am. I remember Aubrey and his famous ride. Aubrey made two from Santa Fe. It was a great event. Then another fellow came through on a mule. Both of them went to sleep, the mule and the rider. That mule was the hardest thing to awaken I ever saw. No amount of kicking would bring him back to earth, and the man on top of him was sitting there astride and as fast asleep as the mule he rode. That was in front of the old Noland house. Place is all gone now.
"A SAD DAY FOR ME."
"I tell you, this is a sad day for me. Shatters all of the old-time pictures I have been carrying about with me in memory for fifty-five years. Sometimes I wished I had stayed away. Does not pay for an old man to do this way. I went down to the jail. Used to have a jailer in there every day or two, but the jail they have there now was built in 1859 and the old one is torn down. William Head is dead; his son is with the Metropolitan now. Very little satisfaction in coming back except to shatter youthful pleasures; it will do that all right enough."
Mr. Reynolds passed the entire day trying to place himself, and occasionally met with some of the passing generation of old men and then they would fall to chatting over things which belong to another generation several times removed. He visited the old home place of his father, Joseph Reynolds, one of the early day settlers.
Mr. Reynolds lives at Salem, Ore., where he is connected with the Wells-Fargo Express Company, having been with that company in the overland express business and later in the mail service.Labels: Independence, Native Americans, pioneers, Seniors, visitors May 13, 1908 WILLIE PICKED HIS TEETH.
Boy From Gravette, Ark., Used a Fierce Weapon and Was Arrested.
Willie Davidson is a product of Gravette, Ark. Last Monday night he was found in the women's waiting rooom of the Grand Central depot, Second and Wyandotte streets. He held in his right hand a large Bowie knife, the sharp end of which was stuck between his teeth. It frightenend the women and Patrolman Samuel Nichols took him in tow and landed him at headquarters.
When searched Willie -- they call him "Willie" at home, he said, because he was not yet of age -- yielded and automatic pistol, loaded, and an extra box of shells.
"I came up here to get some shells for my gun -- couldn't get 'em at home," Willie told Judge Kyle yesterday. "The Bowie knife? Oh, I bought that just because it was pretty. I wasn't doin' nothin' with it but pickin' my teeth. Jest pickin' my teeth, that's all, and not harmin' nothin' or nobody. 'Tain't no harm to pick your teeth, is it?"
"Not with a toothpick, no," replied the court. "But we bar the Bowie knife for that purpose here. I know where you come from. The town is full of rocks. Now you take your automatic and your 'toothpick' and catch the first train for home. If you flash that weapon in Gravette I'll bet the town boys chase you to the tall grass with it and that 'toothpick.' "
"Willie" gathered up his belongings and left for the first train.Labels: Grand Central depot, Judge Kyle, police, police court, Second street, visitors, Wyandotte street May 11, 1908 THIS RUNNING HORSE WALKS.
Indian Chief Plodding From San Francisco to New York and Back.
Across the continent on foot and back again in eight months for a purse of $2,000 is the work which has been chosen by Charles Moyer, an Indian of the Sioux nation. Moyer passed through Kanss City yesterday on his return trip to San Francisco. He left there October 29, 1907, and arrived in New York on January 23, 1908. He has until June 29 to complete his trip back to San Francisco.
Moyer's Indian name is Chief Running Horse, being a grandson of Chief Sitting Bull of Custer fame. One of Chief Running Horse's peculiar traits is that he carries no change of apparel, wearing the same suit until it becomes worn out. In case of a heavy rain, like the one in which he was caught four miles east of Independence yesterday morning, the walker keeps on plodding, never stopping to find shelter. He never takes off his garments to wring them out, after they have become water soaked, but allows them to dry on his body.
He carries no cane or weapon of any sort and had use for a weapon but once according to his own story. That was while he was walking through Kentucky and was given frequent trouble by the "night-riders" alleging that he was a spy sent out to report upon them.
Chief Running Horse carries a leather-bound notebook which bears the postmark of every town and city which he visited on his walk, and the signatures of the chiefs of police and the mayors of the towns. He expects to remain in Kansas City for two or three days and then continue his westward march. It is his belief that he will reach San Francisco two or three weeks ahead of his appointed time.Labels: clothing, Native Americans, visitors, weather May 2, 1908 PART OF MILLION-DOLLAR BABY.
Belongs to Grandpa Foster, on His Way to Visit It.
John M. Foster of Butte, Mont., was in Kansas City yesterday, on his way to San Francisco for the arrival of Admiral Evans's fleet. Mr. Foster has the distinction of being the co-grandfather of the $1,000,000 grandchild which Senator W. A. Clark also has a like interest in. The mother of the famous baby is the daughter of Mr. Foster. From the size of the letter of credit he presented at the Missouri Savings bank yesterday Mr. Foster will be able to give the lucky baby something to cut his teeth on.
There was a story out recently that after saying he would give $1,000,000 to the first boy born with the name of Clark, the copper king welched, giving the baby only a few thousand as a nest egg.
"I guess that is not exactly right," said Grandpa Foster at the bank yesterday. "Senator Clark thinks a heap of the baby. He is crazy about it, and sees it whenever he can. We all love the little fellow. He is W. A. Clark III, his father being W. A. Clark II. Until last year they all lived in Butte, but at present my daughter and her husband and the baby are living in Los Angeles. I am going out there to see them now, and while there will go on up to San Francisco to see the battleships come in."Labels: banking, visitors April 28, 1908 HICKS ASKS BALM FOR LOSS OF WIFE.
HE SAYS GEORGE JONES HAS APPROPRIATED HER.
Hicks, a Spry Old Man of 62, Sues His Rival for $5,000, and His Spouse for a Divorce.
Although William Hicks is 62 years old he is not at all willing that his wife of 45 summers should prefer another man to him and run away with the other man. Hicks filed suit in the circuit court of Wyandotte yesterday for $5,000 damages against George Jones, a retired farmer living in Armourdale, charging Jones with alienating the affections of Mrs. Hicks and inducing her to move to the Armourdale home.
Hicks, who is a mighty spry old man for his years, lives in Hamilton, Mo. Last February, he alleges, his wife up and left him, and he has been spending his pension ever since in traveling about the country and looking under sunbonnets, hoping always to catch a glimpse of her face.
He saw it Sunday, he claims, in Jones's home. But the face wasn't under a sunbonnet. Nay, far form a bonnet; it was the merriest of Merry Widows, with roses on the upper deck. And wifie, so Hicks avers in his petition, was content to stay under the Merry Widow, which Jones bought her, and not at all ready to go back to Hamilton and have half the pension.
Hicks has two little children back in Hamilton, loaned out to relatives, until he can recover his homemaker, he swears. But even when he showed his wife the latest photographs of the youngsters she continued to be indifferent.Labels: Armourdale, farmers, marriage, visitors April 25, 1908 MEYER STATUE WILL STAND ON PASEO.
SITE IS CHOSEN BETWEEN NINTH AND TENTH STREETS. 
BRONZE STATUE TO BE ERECTED TO THE MEMORY OF A. R. MEYER ON THE PASEO, BETWEEN NINTH AND TENTH STREETS.
After spending almost the entire day yesterday going over the boulevards and through the parks of the city, the members of the Meyer statue committee, together with Daniel Chester French, the sculptor, late yesterday agreed upon a point on the Paseo between Ninth and Tenth streets, for the location of the bronze statue to be erected of the late A. R. Meyer, first president of the park board. The statue will be near the south end of the block and will face toward the south. The immediate surroundings for the statue will be decided upon by the park board.
This will be the first public statue to be erected in Kansas City, and will be in honor of the man to whom perhaps more credit is due for the splendid park and boulevard system for which Kansas City is now noted, than any other.
The model for the monument was sent ahead by Mr. French with the request that it not be opened until his arrival. It was first opened at 10 o'clock yesterday morning in the Commercial Club rooms, in the presence of Mr. French and the members of the statue committee. The model was unanimously accepted by the committee and, on recommendation of that body, was later accepted by the city art committees. A committee composed of E. M. Clendening, H. D. Ashley and Frank A. Faxon was named to frame a suitable inscription for the base of the monument.
The monument consists of a main structure of Knoxville marble fifteen feet in height, about seven feet in width and two feet in depth from front to back, resting on a base of the same material about ten by six feet.
The monument is surrounded by an ornamental cap, and the main stone, containing the portrait of Mr. Meyer, is supported by an ornamental stone, resting on the base proper. The portrait of Mr. Meyer will be in bronze, let into the main stone of the monument, and will show a figure seven and a half feet in height. It has been the endeavor of the sculptor to suggest Mr. Meyer as the originator of the park system, and he is represented as standing out of doors with his right hand resting on an open map, which lies upon a marble Pompeian table. The left hand holds a pair of field glasses, and a tree under which he is standing is introduced at the right.
Mr. French will remain in Kansas City until tonight. He expects to have the statue finished in about a year.Labels: arts, Commercial Club, Edwin Clendening, Frank Faxon, Ninth street, Paseo, Tenth street, visitors 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: custody, Denver, police matron, The Journal, visitors, Wabash avenue April 22, 1908 BABY ADOPTED BY ACTRESS.
Iola, Kas., Woman's Child Given to Burlesque Performers.
Dorothy Evaline Mack is the name which the baby of Mrs. Emma Ingledue of Iola, Kas., will carry through life. The infant was yesterday adopted by Mr. and Mrs. J. C. Mack, who are here this week with the Trans-Atlantic Burlesquers at the Majestic theater. Last Friday Mrs. Ingledue left her baby with the police matron, Mrs. Joan Moran.
"I am too ill to care for her," she said. "I know that I could not give the child the advantages in life she deserves, I would rather some |
