April 1, 1907

Threatened His Sweetheart and the
Police Locked Him Up.

When George White, an ironworker, was his sweetheart, Miss Grace Webb, in the company of another man last night, the smoldering spark of love was fanned into a seething, consuming flame, and the green-eyed monster possessed his very soul. He said things out loud at Fifth and Wyandotte streets and was swooped down on by Patrolman George Hightower and J. S. Eads.

"He said he would kill me," said Miss Webb, "just because I was going with this--"

"Going with that, yes," said White, "but Grace, you know I didn't say I would kill you."

"You said you would knock me so far that I would forget the way back. You know you did," insisted Miss Webb.

"Now, didn't I just say that I would give you a punch in the nose if you didn't quit trifling with my affections? Wasn't that all now?" White asked.

The man referred to as "that " said never a word. He stood afar off, his hands in his pockets clear up to the elbow line and scratched at imaginary objects on the floor with the toe of his right shoe. The conversation took place before the sergeant's desk. When White had been charged with disturbing the peace and locked up, Miss Webb said, "Come on" to the man referred to as "that" and both left the station.