100 Year Old Weblog: July 2008

TO MAKE CARBOLIC ACID HARD TO BUY. ~ DRUGGISTS WANT A LAW REGULATING SALE OF POISON.

July 30, 1908

TO MAKE CARBOLIC

ACID HARD TO BUY.

DRUGGISTS WANT A LAW REGU-

LATING SALE OF POISON.

Would Sell a Diluted, Harmless

Form to the General Trade, and

the Strong Drug on Pre-

scriptions Only.

It is going to be harder to commit suicide with carbolic acid in Kansas City in a little while.

The dictum has gone forth from the Kansas City Retail Druggists' Association. Alarmed by the number of deaths from this drug, the association, at a meeting last week, appointed a legislative committee to draft an ordinance for presentation to the council. This measure, which is to be patterned closely after the law in force in Chicago, will to a great extent do away with the drug as a means of self-destruction.

At the present time any child may buy the acid, which really is no acid at all, but a form of alcohol called phenol. Druggists say they dare not refuse to sell the drug for fear of losing much of their trade, as carbolic acid is extensively employed in cleansing. Much as they hate to serve this trade, they find they must do it in order to hold their customers for other lines in the drug trade.

The new ordinance, which is to be presented for introduction in the council as soon as it has been approved by the legislative committee and presented to the Jackson County Medical Association for its indorsement, hedges the sale of the drug about with rigid restrictions. By its terms, the ordinary carbolic acid to be sold over the counters will retain all its qualities as an antiseptic and for cleansing. It will be robbed, however, of its power to destroy human life, and in a very simple way.

DILUTE THE DRUG.

While carbolic acid is a form of alcohol, the best antidote for the poison, curiously enough, is alcohol. So the druggists propose to sell, or rather to compel themselves to sell, a mixture of 1-3 carbolic acid, 1-3 alcohol and 1-3 glycerin. If anybody tries to commit suicide with this mixture, he will have nothing but a bad taste in the mouth and perhaps a little nausea.

The real carbolic acid, under this ordinance, may be sold only on the prescription of a regularly licensed physician. Exceptions are the sale of more than one gallon to one person or the handling of the product in a commercial way by wholesale houses and the like.

All offenses against the ordinance are made, as in the case of Chicago, misdemeanors, punishable by fines of from $10 to $25 or by imprisonment of from thirty days to six months.

To do away with abuses of the prescription, the ordinance makes it unlawful to forge prescriptions or to put on them the wrong date or to misrepresent in any way. These offenses are also made misdemeanors and punishable by the same fine.

THAT'S NOT COMFORTABLE.

"Druggists have decided that they must have some protection in this matter," said D. V. Whitney, president of the druggists' association, who conducts a store at 3722 East Twelfth street. "It is no comfortable feeling to know, if you are a druggist, that you have sold carbolic acid which has resulted in a person's death. But druggists have no way to get out of such sales except by passing a law compelling themselves to do what they already want to.

"Accidents happen easily. For instance, a child may be sent to a store to buy carbolic acid. On the way home it may drop the bottle, and in picking up the fragments sustain severe burns. The modified drug will not burn. It is a case in which the druggists are trying to secure legislation to protect the general public. The stores themselves will make no more profit for the diluted carbolic acid costs for the druggists as much as the strong drug.

"Our ordinance provides that prescriptions must give the name and address of both patient and doctor. These prescriptions must be open at all times to the inspection of the coroner, the police and the city and county authorities."

THEY FOUND A SWEET SINGER. ~ Juvenile Court Ward Surprised Young Women Settlement Workers.

July 30, 1908

THEY FOUND A SWEET SINGER.

Juvenile Court Ward Surprised

Young Women Settlement Workers.

"San-Ann-toe-nee, Ann-toe-nee-oh ---"

Thirty childish voices split the air with popular music at the Franklin institute yesterday afternoon. It was the singing hour for the children who attend the playgorund next door, and they were having their first lesson in popular music. They sang freely and sweetly and picked up the words of the songs quickly.

The singing hour was instituted by Miss Elenore Casny, who has charge of the playground, yesterday afternoon, as a life-saving device to keep the children from overheating themselves at play. Miss Amos Nichols and Miss Frances Canny volunteered to furnish the music, and the scheme was put through with perfect success. One 12-year-old, Willie Zinn, a ward of the juvenile court, was discovered to have a beautiful voice, and an effort will be made to have it cultivated. Another session of the class will be held today, in the hottest part of the afternoon, and the lessons probably will be continued during the summer. An upstairs room, designed for a kindergarten, will be used.

SHE WAS SAVING HER GAS. ~ In Dim Light of Her Store Mrs. M. Brady Took Confederate Bill.

July 30, 1908

SHE WAS SAVING HER GAS.

In Dim Light of Her Store Mrs. M.

Brady Took Confederate Bill.

The fact that the lights in the store of Mrs. M. Brady, 2111 Pennsylvania avenue, were very dim about 8:30 o'clock Tuesday night caused her to lose an even $20. It was then that a woman, bareheaded, as if she had just stepped in from a neighboring dwelling, hurried in and asked her to change a bill. Mrs. Brady accommodated her and some time after, when counting up cash -- in a bright light -- made the startling discovery that the woman whom she had accommodated had buncoed her. The $20 bill was a Confederate.

The police were notified and have a description of the woman.

HAZING AT INDIAN CREEK. ~ Treatment Is Good for Boys, the Warden Thinks.

July 29, 1908

HAZING AT INDIAN CREEK.

Treatment Is Good for Boys, the

Warden Thinks.

Since a cup of blood was taken from his head, Charles Whelpley says he feels better. Charles is at the boys' camp at Indian creek and is the victim of the first hazing stunt pulled off there this year. By the way, the blood was only red ink. This is the way it happened:

Charles, in order fully to enjoy his vacation, parted with his heavy crop of hair and went bareheaded. He got blisters on his head, for the sun was unkind. So George M. Holt, in charge at the camp, put Charles in a hammock and assigned several boys to see that he was well taken care of. As he did not improve, it was decided that an operation should be performed. A razor was secured and brandished above the boy's head while one of the party drew his finger across one of the larger blisters. At the same moment, another of the hazers produced a cup filled with what appeared to be blood, but which really was water with a copious mixture of red ink.

Then Edgar Warden, deputy probation officer, secured a flour sack into which he put a spoonful of sugar. This Charles dutifully sucked, "to bring down his fever." An afternoon of this treatment found him feeling fine and on the high road to recovery.

TO FUMIGATE THE BEDS. ~ City May Buy a Needed Machine for General Hospital.

July 29, 1908

TO FUMIGATE THE BEDS.

City May Buy a Needed Machine for

General Hospital.

Dr. St. Elmo Sanders, superintendent of the general hospital, asked the board of public works yesterday to purchase a fumigating machine for the hospital. An agent of the concern explained to the board how the machine is built and the price of each style shown. The fumigating machine is large enough so a hospital bed containing the bedclothes could be put in it and steamed and fumigated. Dr. Sanders said there is not a hospital in the city containing the proper fumigating machine. The agent was requested to prepare specifications and cost of installation and present to the board at its next meeting.

LEFT MONEY TO STRANGERS. ~ Former Police Chief is Legatee of Woman He Did Not Know.

July 28, 1908

LEFT MONEY TO STRANGERS.

Former Police Chief is Legatee of

Woman He Did Not Know.

Thomas Mastin and John Hayes, formerly chief of police, are given bequests of $50 each in the will of Mrs. Amanda Jennie Elder, who died a short time ago at 503 Walnut street. In the original will Grace Darling, a niece, and John Darling a nephew, both of Leavenworth, are given $50 each, but both of these bequests are revoked in a codicil. All the balance of the property is given to Dr. J. T. Craig, who is now in the City of Mexico. The will was filed for probate yesterday.

John Hayes could not remember Mrs. Elder nor give nay reason why she should have mentioned him in her will. At 503 Walnut it is said that Mrs. Elder, who died at the age of 47, had lived there some four years. The estate is valued at about $600. Dr. Craig is named the executor.

AN OUTING FOR CHILDREN. ~ Ten Days for Sixteen Youngsters at Valley Falls, Kas.

July 28, 1908

AN OUTING FOR CHILDREN.

Ten Days for Sixteen Youngsters at

Valley Falls, Kas.

Sixteen children of the Institutional church, between the ages of 6 and 12 years, will be sent to Valley Falls, Kas., this morning for a week or ten days' outing in the homes of residents of that city. The Epworth League of the Grand Avenue Methodist church is paying the expenses of the youngsters while on the outing. Last year many children were sent to the country from the Institutional church.

OLD NEWSBOY ONCE A PROSPEROUS MAN. ~ EDSON E. PHELPS HAD CITY'S LEADING BOOKSHOP.

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.

NEGRO PLAYGROUND IS THE WASHINGTON. ~ BUT WHETHER BOOKER T. OR GEORGE IS NOT KNOWN.

July 28, 1908

NEGRO PLAYGROUND

IS THE WASHINGTON.

BUT WHETHER BOOKER T. OR

GEORGE IS NOT KNOWN.

Park Board Accepts the Council's

Recommendation for North End

Playground Sites -- Blacks and

Whites in Seperate Parks.

Booker T. or George -- that is the question. Yesterday afternoon the board of park commissioners reached an almost final conclusion in the matter of North End playgrounds, accepting the council's recommendation that two plots instead of one be set aside, one for the whites and the other for the negroes. One plot chosen is that bounded by Holmes, Cherry, Missouri avenue and Fifth street, and the other is in Belvedere hollow for the most part, and bounded by Troost, Forest, Pacific and Belevedere streets. No estimate of the cost of the two blocks was furnished and the commissioners thought that $100,000 might defray the cost.

"We will have to get a name for them to put in the ordinance," suggested one of the board clerks.

"Certainly, certainly," granted President Franklin Hudson, looking southeast to where Commissioner George T. Hall was sitting.

"To be sure we will have to name them," the commissioner said, proud to rise to the occasion. "'Black' and 'White' would do fine."

President Hudson dropped a bundle of papers he had in his hands and Commissioners George M. Fuller and A. J. Dean hopped as though they were on hot bricks.

"That would never do," came from the chair. "Never do to get names like that," bespake Commissioner Fuller, while Commissioner Dean was wagging his head to beat the band, set in his ways though he almost always is. Flocking by himself was Commissioner Fred Doggett.

"I have a name," said this member, whereupon at once he was given the center of the stage.

" 'Lincoln' and 'Washington' would be appropriate, I think," he went on.

"Had it on my tongue to suggest those self-same two men myself," declared President Hudson, while Commissioners Fuller and Dean, from across the table, glared like frizzling martyrs at Commissioner Hall, who had 'riz the row.

" 'Lincoln' and 'Washington' make it," proposed one member of the board and all the other members, including Commissioner Hall, seconded the motion.

Then there was a lull and a newspaper man naturally asked which was which.

"Mercy, man," replied President Hudson, horror stricken, "we dassent decide that. All we have to do is to furnish playgrounds for the whites and for the negroes. We dassent say which shall be which."

"But you named them," was the protest. "Are the names indices?"

"The park in Belvedere hollow is to be known as 'Washington,' " was vouchsafed, which was a surprise. Negro institutions are generally known as Lincoln, and it had been taken for granted that the custom would be adhered to in the instance of naming the only Jim Crow park Kansas City has contemplated so far.

"Belvedere hollow park will be 'Washington,' " the president insisted.

Trying to see a connection, the president was asked by a colleague if the park was to be named for Booker T. or George Washington.

"Don't let that, get out at the start," was the caution, and the laughter of the austere president of the park board was so uproarious that Commissioner Dean remarked that "that must be a devil of a funny thing Hudson has just got off."

So, after three years of maneuvering and the consideration of seven sites, the North End playground scheme has got as far as the enabling ordinance in the council. Owing to the mixed colors in the north end of the city, it was feared that there would be conflicts in a single playground, minors being unlikely to keep their heads in moments of intensity. The dual plan was proposed, and yesterday was adopted by the park board.

HAS BEEN GRAFTED 30 TIMES. ~ Leo Weedy, Dunning Opera House Victim, Is Operated On Again.

July 28, 1908

HAS BEEN GRAFTED 30 TIMES.

Lee Weedy, Dunning Opera House

Victim, Is Operated On Again.

Lee Weedy, a fire inspector in Kansas City, Kas., yesterday underwent his thirtieth operation in the grafting of skin to parts of his body burned in the fire of the Dunning opera house in 1894. At the time that the ancient playhouse was destroyed Weedy was a member of the No. 2 hose company. He was caught by falling walls and was nearly roasted before being rescued.

Since he has received his injuries more than 400 pieces of human flesh were grafted from nurses at Bethany hospital and members of the fire department, most of which grew successfully. A space about the size of a hand on the right calf of his right leg failed to knit. Drs. L. D. Mable and D. E. Smith yesterday removed four strips of skin measuring one inch in width and five inches in length from other parts of Mr. Weedy's anatomy and grafted them to the unhealed burns. The physicians state that the operation will be successful. Mr. Weedy will remain at the hospital pending the result of the operation.

UNFORTUNATE PAPER MAN DIES. ~ Edson E. Phelps's Station Was at Eleventh and Main Streets.

July 27, 1908

UNFORTUNATE PAPER MAN DIES.

Edson E. Phelps's Station Was at

Eleventh and Main Streets.

Many persons who have been in the habit of buying a paper every morning from Edson E. Phelps at Eleventh and Main streets will miss him this morning. He died early yesterday morning in his room at 1231 Grand avenue, where he lived alone.

Phelps was 60 years old, and sold papers on the streets for a great many years. He recently returned from Chicago, where he had gone to take Christian Science treatment for his health. The body was removed to the undertaking rooms of Freeman & Marshall.

HALF BREEDS ARE EASY MARKS. ~ They're Just About Giving Away Their Valuable Oklahoma Land.

July 27, 1908

HALF BREEDS ARE EASY MARKS.

They're Just About Giving Away

Their Valuable Oklahoma Land.

The hotel registers were prolific yesterday with the names of guests from Oklahoma. This appeared significant from the fact that restrictions were removed Saturday at midnight from 10,000,000 acres of Indian lands and that many attempts have been made to have the half breed Creek Indians sign over their homesteads. These operations have been carried on largely in Kansas City and there have been as many as 100 half breeds in the city during the last three days. Andrew S. Nelson of Muskogee was among yesterday's visitors.

"The removal of restrictions on this land has caused a great stir in real estate circles," Mr. Nelson said. "It means that thousands of half breeds are going to give up all they have, including their homesteads, for a mere pittance. They don't realize what they are doing now but when the trifle that they get now is gone they will realize what chumps they have been. Thousands of dollars will be turned over in Oklahoma in the next few days in this land deal, and all of it may not be done legitimately, either."

FLED IN HER NIGHT ROBES. ~ Essie Waldron Ran From Rough Husband and Was Arrested.

July 27, 1908

FLED IN HER NIGHT ROBES.

Essie Waldron Ran From Rough Hus-

band and Was Arrested.

A clerk named Shields and two women were the only ones in Bolen's candy store at 112 East Twelfth street last night about 10 o'clock when the rear door opened and a young woman, clad only in a nightdress, rushed in calling for help. Her feet were bleeding and her arms were begrimed from climbing over the roofs. Mr. Shields promptly blushed and turned his back, and the women took off some of their own clothing and gave it to the woman. Then she explained.

Her name is Essie Waldron, and she is the wife of Vergil Waldron, a cook in the Saffire restaurant. They have been married three years, but separated three weeks ago. Mrs. Waldron first moved to 311 East Fourteenth street, but when her husband found that she was there, she moved to the Canadian hotel, Twelfth street and Grand avenue. There her husband found her yesterday and went up to her room last night and hid behind a curtain. Then, according to the story Mrs. Waldron tells, he waited until she had disrobed and then jumped out and choked her. She broke away from him and leaped out of an open window, landing on a rear porch. Crazed with fear she made her way to the ground in some manner she cannot explain and ran into the nearest doorway, which happened to be that of the candy shop.

A patrolman arrested both the husband and the wife and took them to the Walnut street police station, where the man was locked up and the woman released on bond. A charge of disturbing the peace will be placed against them in police court this morning.

USED VINEGAR, BEER AND LARD. ~ Sidewalk Restoratives Applied to Fit Sufferer in the North End.

July 26, 1908

USED VINEGAR, BEER AND LARD.

Sidewalk Restoratives Applied to Fit

Sufferer in the North End.

Little Alphonso Baker, a 10-year-old negro boy from Pine Bluff, Ark., fell on the sidewalk at Fourth and Holmes streets yesterday afternoon in a fit. The Italians ran out of the stores nearby and endeavored to revive him. One man poured vinegar over the boy, while another emptied a bottle of beer in his face. An old woman greased his lips with lard. Somebody thought of the emergency hospital and had the ambulance called. Alphonso was treated by Dr. J. Park Neal at the emergency hospital.

DEATH GAVE LITTLE WARNING. ~ Miss Evalina Wolfsohn Suddenly Stricken With Heart Disease.

July 26, 1908

DEATH GAVE LITTLE WARNING.

Miss Evalina Wolfsohn Suddenly

Stricken With Heart Disease.

Sitting on the porch of her home at 1206 Penn street at 10:15 o'clock last night, Miss Evalina Wolfsohn, 18 years old, suddenly jumped to her feet and fell to the ground, dead from heart disease. A young man, Horace A. Dickson, an employe of the Kansas Bitulithic Company, who lives at 111 East Ruby avenue, Argentine, was talking to Miss Wolfsohn's 12-year-old sister, Katie, who was in a hammock near the porch, then notified the members of the family who were home.

The dead girl's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Lewis Wolfsohn, were taking a car ride and did not return until some time after their daughter died. Mr. Wolfsohn is a watchmaker for the Meyer Jewelry Company.

Miss Wolfsohn had complained several times of pains in her heart. She had attended Manual Training high school two years and Spalding's Commercial college one year. She was a milliner's apprentice.

FATE TRIPS A PURSE SNATCHER. ~ Tries to Leave Car With Stolen Purse, and Breaks Skull.

July 26, 1908

FATE TRIPS A PURSE SNATCHER.

Tries to Leave Car With Stolen

Purse, and Breaks Skull.

Retribution was swift and severe with a purse snatcher last night. A man riding in a westbound Independence avenue car at 11 o'clock last night snatched a purse from a woman in the car and ran to the rear platform. There he attempted to alight and fell upon his head, fracturing his jaw and skull.

The accident happened at Prospect and Independence avenues. The police ambulance was summoned and the injured man taken to the emergency hospital, where he was treated by Dr. Ford B. Rogers. His injuries are serious.

CUPID PLAYS HAVOC IN BAND. ~ Navassars' Manager Is Kept Busy Looking for New Musicians.

July 25, 1908

CUPID PLAYS HAVOC IN BAND.

Navassars' Manager Is Kept Busy

Looking for New Musicians.

A band of women musicians is much harder to manage than a band of men musicians. Most men who have tried to manage one woman will see the difficulty in trying to handle sixty or seventy.

Managing the Navassar Ladies' band, which is playing at Carnival park, brings no end of trouble. Not that the women of the band are more fretful or perverse than their sisters who cook and sew in their own homes, but Cupid interferes.

Already this season the Navassar band has lost eight members through marriage. When a man musician marries he usually takes his wife with him for the honeymoon, but the women musicians can't very well travel with a husband tagging along with them, mostly because hubby must have a job somewhere. So the women leave the band when they marry.

The band manager? Why, he sighs when he hears the news, congratulates the groom and searches for another woman to take the bride's place in the organization.

HIS STAR BROUGHT TROUBLE. ~ Westport "Detective" Used Tin Badge and Gets Into Holdover.

July 25, 1908

HIS STAR BROUGHT TROUBLE.

Westport "Detective" Used Tin Badge

and Gets Into Holdover.

Wearing a large nickel star bearing the inscription "Webster's Detective Agency," W. A. J. Sanders, who lives in Westport, attempted to use the star for his personal advantage last night, but the attempt was a failure. He showed his star to a young woman whom he met on Grand avenue near Eighth street. She called a patrolman and asked that Sanders be arrested. The two were taken to the station.

The police took the star and a commission from the detective agency away from Sanders. He was told to go by the sergeant, who threw the star in the waste basket. Sanders did not move very fast and insisted on informing the sergeant who he was and what police officials he was acquainted with. Becoming disgusted with the man, Sergeant Patrick Clark ordered him locked up for the night.

July 25, 1908

HE'S A TAME WIFEBEATER NOW.

One Encounter With Scott Was

Enough for George Ricks.

George Ricks, who lives with his wife at 1824 McGee street, was arrested last November by Officer E. M. Scott. Ricks made a very vigorous resistance at the time and it was necessary for the police surgeon to take forty-two stitches in his head when the officer got through with him. Judge Harry Kyle fined Ricks $50 in police court the next morning for wife beating.

Last night neighbors complained that Ricks was beating his wife again, and Officers Scott and J. E. Wallace were sent to arrest him. When Ricks saw Scott coming he submitted to arrest without making trouble.

CROWD SAW JUNG BURIAL. ~ Father and Mother Only Mourners for Little Chinese Child.

July 25, 1908

CROWD SAW JUNG BURIAL.

Father and Mother Only Mourners

for Little Chinese Child.

About 150 persons collected at Union cemetery yesterday afternoon around the grave of a little child, but it was curiosity and not grief that brought them there. The came to see the burial of Frank Jung, the year-old son of Charlie Jung, a Chinaman who keeps a shop at 127 West Sixth street. If the spectators expected the religious ceremonies that usually attend a Chinese funeral they were disappointed, for none were held. The little white coffin was merely put into the grave and covered up. The father and mother were the only mourners.

PLAYED 'JOKE' ON A PHYSICIAN. ~ Dr. C. A. Ritter Was Included in the Telephone User's List.

July 24, 1908

PLAYED 'JOKE' ON A PHYSICIAN.

Dr. C. A. Ritter Was Included in the

Telephone User's List.

Mayor Thomas T. Crittenden, Jr., and a few others were not the only ones upon whom practical jokers operated Wednesday night. Dr. C. A. Ritter, who lives at 302 West Fourteenth street, was called up about 11:30 p. m. His wife answered the telephone, but the person speaking insisted that he must speak to the doctor.

"But the doctor has just gone to bed. He has not had a wink of sleep in twenty-four hours," said Mrs. Ritter.

"Well, he is wanted at once at the Baltimore hotel," replied the voice. "Mr. Crethington has just been injured in an accident in the elevator and must have attention at once."

The doctor hurriedly dressed and took the receiver. The message was repeated to him. He had never heard of Mr. Crethington before, and he was unable to recognize the voice, but he rushed over to the hotel.

There all was peace and content. No one had been injured in an elevator accident, there was no man with a name like Crethington in the hotel. Dr. Ritter's number had not been called from any telephone in the hotel that night. The doctor went home sleepy and mystified.

"In the light of the hoaxes that were pulled off on others last night," said the doctor yesterday afternoon, "I think it was a practical joker who played the trick. However, I do not know anyone of my acquaintance who would be both so foolish and so unthoughtful as to get a man out of bed to play a joke on him when he hadn't had any sleep for twenty-four hours."

MELANCHOLY MULE COMMITS SUICIDE. ~ OLD JIM HAD GRIEVED OVER LOSS OF HIS MATE.

July 24, 1908

MELANCHOLY MULE

COMMITS SUICIDE.

OLD JIM HAD GRIEVED OVER

LOSS OF HIS MATE.

Walked to Edge of Steep Embank-

ment Yesterday in Kansas City,

Kas., and Deliberately

Plunged to Death.

"Old Jim," the ancient mule which has graced the George R. Brindle grading camp in Kansas City, Kas., for many a year, will no longer be ween there. Weighed down with sorrow from the loss of his mate, Baldy, sold one year ago, and perhaps still smarting from a sever beating administered to him Monday, he threw himself over a sixteen-foot embankment at Baltimore street and Pacific avenue at 5:30 o'clock yesterday afternoon. When members of the gang cutting through a street there reached "Old Jim" he was dead.

The case of the mule may be the first on record where good authorities agree that the intent of the deed was suicide. John Hartman, member of the city street department, George R. Brindle, owner of the animal, and, lastly, Dr. W. J. Guilfoil, 835 State avenue, a well known veterinarian, declare Jim knew what he was doing and that he cut the thread of his own life deliberately.

Jim was purchased by the Brindle street grading concern ten years ago, when he was a colt, 2 years old. He was found gentle and tractable, Brindle said last night. When he was large enough to take a place among the other beasts of burden in the camp he was so employed in company with Baldy, already proficient and learned to an enviable degree.

The two worked steadily together, Brindle says, until a year ago. Then the grief at separation made a different mule out of Jim and he lost all interest in work. Coupled with a lean and aged horse of plebeian parentage, judging from his mangy coat, he dragged the heavy wheel scraper about, his head bent low, his ears wagging discontentedly.

Last Saturday night Jim's driver approached Brindle and complained of the conduct of the mule.

"He isn't the mule he used to be," said he, contemplating the ragged animal munching hay from one of the racks.

"No, he isn't," Brindle says he told the driver. Then he assured him that "Old Jim" would soon be retired on full rations, dismissing the matter from his mind.

Yesterday afternoon the mule was laid off, and was noticed several times standing near the sixteen-foot embankment on Pacific avenue left by the cutting through of the street. At 5:30 o'clock he walked to the brink of the bank and carefully slid his front feet over.

Most of the laborers, tired from the day's work, were sitting around the wagons. They saw the act and realizing Jim's danger, shouted "Whoah!" in a chorus. It was too late. Before anyone could run to his rescue he had disappeared over the edge with a farewell wave of his bushy tail.

Dr. Guilfoil, who does the regular work for the camp's animals, was called by Brindle over the telephone. In regard to the case he said last night he had no doubt that it was a pure and simple case of suicide, such as occur among human beings. He stated that all the evidence heard by him seems to indicate this. He saw no plausible reason why it should not be true.

POLICE PROHIBIT THE POPULAR BARN DANCE. ~ As It's Presented in North End Halls It Shocks Moral Guardians. "Cut It Out," They Say.

July 24, 1908

POLICE PROHIBIT THE

POPULAR BARN DANCE.

As It's Presented in North End Halls

It Shocks Moral Guardians.

"Cut It Out," They Say.

Whew! The police object to the popular barn dance and have put the ban on it in Kansas City. They do not consider it up to the moral standard of what should take place in a well regulated ball room. The officers who tightened the lid on the barn dance refused to say what their private opinion of the dance was after having watched an exhibition given for their personal benefit.

Acting under orders from Captain Walter Whitsett, two plain clothes men, Ben Goode and John McCall, went to a hall in Campbell street last Wednesday evening and informed the members of a dancing party there that they would not be allowed to dance the barn dance. The merry young people strenuously objected to police interference, and the officers were the recipients of all kinds of dire threats.

A party of the young people pleaded that the dance was "perfectly" proper and "lovely," and went through one turn of the hall to show the officers really what the barn dance was. The hard-hearted officers, however, remembered that stern duty called to them and refused to allow the pleading of the pretty young misses to sidetrack them from their duty.

Not to be outdone by the big captain in regulating the social events and amusements of the city, Sergeant Patrick Clark, also commanding the North End social pink teas, sent Sergeant E. McNamara to the hall and had the lights turned out. The people residing in the vicinity of the hall complained to the police that they were unable to sleep whenever the hall was used for dances. The music was too loud for the sleepers and the shrill laughs and giggles of the young ladies got on the nerves of the men who were compelled to stay at home with their wives and take care of the fretful babies.

Whether the hall will be opened for dancing in the future the police refused to say, but they were confident that the barn dance would not be danced there again.

SLEEPS IN A WINDOW; FALLS OUT ON A WOMAN. ~ Major Richardson, Negro, Injures Himself and Mrs. Dave Grossman by Falling From Perch.

July 24, 1908

SLEEPS IN A WINDOW;

FALLS OUT ON A WOMAN.

Major Richardson, Negro, Injures

Himself and Mrs. Dave Gross-

man by Falling From Perch.

Major Richardson, a negro stonemason, 30 years old, has a bad habit of siting down in the window sill of his room in the second story at 1802 East Eighteenth street and falling asleep. Several times his roommate has narrowly saved him from falling out on the granitoid paving below. Yesterday, Major did an unusually hard day's work in the hot sun and about 10 o'clock last night he set in the open window and, of course, fell asleep.

Just at the moment that Major was slipping into slumberland, Mrs. Dave Grossman, 45 years old, who lives in the shop below, was carrying a tub of waste water out into the street, assisted by her daughter, Mary. As Mrs. Grossman opened the screed door directly below where Richardson was sitting, the latter entered the gates of sleep and came tumbling down upon her. In his descent one of his feet passed through the transom over the door and he was turned over so that he alighted on Mrs. Grossman's chest on his head. Then he bounced off and fell on the paving, almost fracturing his skull.

Mrs. Grossman's shrieks called neighbors to the scene and they took her into the house. The ambulance from the Walnut street police station was called, and the negro was taken to the general hospital, where he was reported in a serious condition last night. Mr. Grossman refused to go to the hospital at first, but after Dr. E. L. Ginsberg was called he recommended that she be taken to the German hospital, which was done. Mrs. Grossman's chest was severely bruised.

Mrs. Grossman is the wife of Dave Grossman, an express driver, and had charge of the little grocery store. She has four children and lives in rooms behind the store. They have only been in the neighborhood two weeks.

LITTLE CHINESE BOY DIES. ~ Frank Jung Was the Son of Charlie Jung, General Merchant.

July 24, 1908

LITTLE CHINESE BOY DIES.

Frank Jung Was the Son of Charlie

Jung, General Merchant.

The passing of a little mite of yellow humanity caused much sorrow in Kansas City's Chinatown yesterday. The little fellow who died was Frank Jung, 1 year and 4 months old, and the first Chinese boy, born in Kanas City, to die. His father, Charlie Jung, runs a general merchandise store at 127 West Sixth street. The mother came from San Francisco, where she was born in the Chinese quarter, and as been married to Charlie Jung two years.

Five Chinese children have been born in Kansas City, of whom three were girls and two were boys. One girl and one boy are still living. The little baby who died yesterday was the other boy.

No religious ceremonies will be held, but the body will merely be taken to the cemetery by the parents and buried. This formality will be accomplished at 2 o'clock this afternoon at Union cemetery. The Chinese have no theories with regard to the future of children's souls.

PLAYED PRANK ON THE MAYOR. ~ UNKNOWN "JOKER" LURES HIM OUT LATE AT NIGHT.

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.

MERCY'S DISPENSARY IS OPEN. ~ It's Free, and at the Service of White Children Only.

July 23, 1908

MERCY'S DISPENSARY IS OPEN.

It's Free, and at the Service of White

Children Only.

The free dispensary for white children was formally openend yesterday at Mercy hospital. It is the only dispenary in the city exclusively for white children.

Last year the Mercy hospital staff operated a small dispensary and found it successful, so the fully equipped dispensary was arranged for a permanent part of the institution. The doctors on the hospital staff will practice in the dispensary and the staff surgeons will give their services.

July 23, 1908

BIG HEADLINE HERE.

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GREW UP ON INDIAN CLUBS. ~ Community in Chicago Has Supplied the Country With Jugglers.

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.

DISHONEST CONCERN ROBBED CROATIANS. ~ WEST BOTTOMS PEOPLE HEAVY LOSERS IN NEW YORK FAILURE.

July 23, 1908

DISHONEST CONCERN

ROBBED CROATIANS.

WEST BOTTOMS PEOPLE HEAVY

LOSERS IN NEW YORK FAILURE.

They Had Forwarded as Much as

$300,000 Through the Concern,

None of Which Reached

People at Home.

Affidavits showing that foreign residents of the West Bottoms had entrusted $300,000 and lost it in the Croatian bank, operated by Frank Zotti & Co. of New York, were sent yesterday morning to the district attorney thre by Father M. D. Krmpotic of St. John's Croatian Catholic church, Fourth street and Barnett avenue, Kansas City, Kas.

The Frank Zotti & Co. bankers handled money for the Croatians and other Austrian peoples in the United States who had friends in the old country to whom they regularly remitted at the week ends. When the company closed doors last week, it is alleged that the books showed no instance where the money had been remitted further than the bank. The total deficit amounted to over $1,000,000, affecting many thousand Croatians all over the country, a it is a comon custom with them to send part of their weekly wages to Austria.

"I am representing my countrymen to the best of my ability in this very important matter," said Father Krmpotic last evening. "Some of them are, of course, very ignorant of our banking system and when they received letters from the old co untry telling of hte failure to receive needed money, they thought the remitance had been lost somehow in the mails, and never distrusted the bank.

"I know many Croatians here who are out as much as $4,000. Not only are they suffering from the loss of this money, but relatives in Austria, who were in very bad circumstances, are still suferring. Many of them plunged deeply in debt, thinking the money would finally reach them in a budget accompanied by an apology from a mail clerk somewhere along the route."

Father Krmpotic is teacher, doctor and interpreter as well as Catholic priest to his countrymen in the West Bottoms. He is highly respected by them in his diverse capacities.

DETECTIVES FIGHT AMONGST THEMSELVES. ~ LIVELY ENCOUNTER IN NO. 2 POLICE STATION.

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.

ANY BAD BOY WOULD DO. ~ So Ike Rodencich Thought, and Took a Neighbor Into Court.

July 22, 1908

ANY BAD BOY WOULD DO.

So Ike Rodencich Thought, and Took
a Neighbor Into Court.

Ike Rodencich of 427 Ann avenue, Kansas City, Kas., was cited before the juvenile court yesterday and was instructed to bring with him his two sons, Joseph and Mathew. It appears from the complaints filed with Judge Van B. Prather, who presides over the juvenile court, that Mr. Rodencich's boys have been causing much trouble in the neighborhood. When Mr. Rodencich appeared with two boys he was asked if they were his sons, Joe and Mat.

"No, sir," he replied, "this is my boy, Mat, but this other lad belongs to one of my neighbors."

"You were instructed to bring both of your boys here," said Judge Prather.

"Oh, I misunderstood you. I thought you said bring the two boys, and this kid right here has been into as much devilment as either one of my boys."

The hearing was postponed until Mr. Rodencich could produce his other son.

UNION DEPOT IN DARKNESS. ~ Passengers Couldn't Find Their Way Out and Trains Were Delayed.

July 21, 1908

UNION DEPOT IN DARKNESS.

Passengers Couldn't Find Their Way

Out and Trains Were Delayed.

The Union depot was in total darkness for five minutes, from 8:54 until 8:59, last night. Trouble at the power house shut off all the electricity just at the time the passengers were going to the Santa Fe, Chicago & Alton, M., K. & T., Missouri Pacific and Wabash 9 o'clock trains.

It was homeseekers' night and the depot was crowded when the lights went out. The depot employes did not start to procure lights for a moment, expecting the "juice" to come back immediately. Finally they lighted a few gas jets and procured candles. The telegraphy office looked as thought it were decorated for a Santa Claus reception, for each operator had a candle all his own.

The arc lights came back five minutes after they went out but the incandescents were out until 9:13. Many of the 9 o'clock trains went out several minutes late, waiting for the passengers who could not find their way through the dark depot.

CIRCUS DRAWS THE SAME SWEATING, HAPPY CROWDS. ~ That It Always Does in Its Far Between Visits -- Its Wonders Remain Ever Fresh.

July 21, 1908

CIRCUS DRAWS THE SAME

SWEATING, HAPPY CROWDS.

That It Always Does in Its Far Be-

tween Visits -- Its Wonders

Remain Ever Fresh.

Little small boys and big small boys, little girls and big girls; whole families were happy yesterday, happy with that kind of happiness that comes only once or twice a year. The little ones were happy openly, the big ones in a proper, staid sort of way, but all were happy for the same reason. It was circus day. It doesn't make the little bit of difference whether one is in the old country town or in the city, circus day is circus day the whole world over. On that day nobody cares anything about anything but the circus. What's the use in denying it? Everybody knows how everybody else feels.

"The great and only Barnum and Bailey Circus" pitched the tents of its little city out on Indiana avenue, just south of Fifteenth street. They say they were the biggest tents in the world and nobody who was there yesterday denied it.

Of course the "cutest" thing in the whole show was the baby elephant. They had him in a cage where not even a peanut could be slyly smuggled to his everready, ridiculously small trunk. Then there was a baby camel and other baby animals and giraffes, sleepy, aristocratic looking animals, and zebras and just about every kind of animal that has ever been exhibited in a menagerie.

In the "big tent" all the old acts were in evidence and many more. The aerial and equestrian acts were exceptionally high class, the clowns were just as funny as ever, the hippodrome races were wildly exciting, the automobile somersault act, which brought the performance to a close, was beyond a doubt the most daring, most hair-raising feature ever presented in a circus tent in Kansas City. Two big automobiles are drawn high up onto a steep track. In each is a young woman. At a given signal both machines are released and, with a roar and a rush, start on their downward course. The first one leaves the track and, rising high in the air, turns a complete somersault, alighting on a platform some distance away. While it is in the air the other machine jumps across the gap in is well away. Only by the most careful timing and adjustment, it is possible for the one to clear the track before the other comes crashing down. A collision would mean a tragedy that would be frightful to contemplate. but the two young women who ride in the auto don't seem to mind in the least.

The Barnum & Bailey circus has come and gone At two performances it packed its great tents to their capacity and nobody has yet been heard to register a "knock." It's a great big, smashing good show, and it's probable that if it were to be here again today just as many thousands would go as went yesterday, and probably a lot of them would be the same ones who went yesterday, too.

EXPERT MALE ADVICE NEEDED. ~ Women Salvation Army Officers in Quandary over Purchase of Horse.

July 20, 1908

EXPERT MALE ADVICE NEEDED.

Women Salvation Army Officers in

Quandary over Purchase of Horse.

The Salvation Army has purchased a new ice wagon at a cost of $150 and will buy a horse today. The officers at headquarters, most of whom are women, have been looking over horses for the past few days, but have been unable to agree what should be the good points of a steed necessary to draw an ice wagon. They will call in expert male advice today and purchase an animal.

The new wagon will be started Thursday and will make the trip in the East Bottoms, the North end and the McClure district. The old wagon will work in the West Bottoms, which have hitherto been without penny ice, although there has been a crying need for it.

Contributions to the fund amount to $640.77, and 200 families will be daily supplied with ice by the middle of the week. Seven dollars and forty-six cents is the sum of the receipts for the two weeks that the wagon has been running. That means almost four tons of ice distributed.

FLYCASTERS WANT PLATFORMS. ~ Where They May Exhibit Skill in Troost Park Lake.

July 20, 1908

FLYCASTERS WANT PLATFORMS.

Where They May Exhibit Skill in

Troost Park Lake.

The Kansas City Bait and Fly Casting Club wants the board of park commissioners to help educate city anglers in the art of scientific game fish catching. A letter from the club yesterday asked the board to build two platforms on the lake in Troost park for the use of citizens who would learn the casting art from seeing professional sports fish.

The letter signed by Seldon P. Spencer and members of the Kansas City club, stated that the West Chicago park commissioners are going to help out the Chicago club with platforms in Garfield park in that city, and stated that other city park boards have taken an interest in casting from a scientific standpoint. There are about fifty anglers in the local club. The officers are J. W. Bramhall, president; W. S. Rock, vice president; Charles E. Heite, captain, and George Robirds, secretary and treasurer.

LITTLE RUSSIAN PRINCE FINDS HIS AFFINITY. ~ BUT THE PRINCESS WEE-NEE-WEE LOVED ANOTHER.

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 was 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.

IN MEMORY OF BENITO JUAREZ. ~ Mexican Laborers Rememer Date of Peasant Liberator's Death.

July 19, 1908

IN MEMORY OF BENITO JUAREZ.

Mexican Laborers Rememer Date of

Peasant Liberator's Death.

Yesterday was an anniversary of the death of Benito Juarez, Mexican patriot and president, and was observed by several hundred Mexicans in Armourdale and Argentine. In the Santa Fe railway yards at 6 o'clock last evening fifty male voices recruited from the box car houses of the laborers sang the national anthem of the Southern republic and individual prayers asked peace and rest for the soul of the departed liberator.

"He was one of Mexico's greatest citizens as well as one of her most valiant soldiers," said Jose Perez, a foreman who was once a student in a military academy in Mexico, and led in the impromptu exercises in Argentine last night. "Diaz is the organizer, but Juarez made the organization possible by striking off the hand of the tyrant and freeing the people.

"They were born of full blooded Indian parents and symbolize the soil which was meant to be free, but Europe would gladly claimt them both," said Perez.

MISTAKE MAY COST HIS LIFE. ~ Samuel Stewart, Jr., May Die From Drinking Carbolic Acid.

July 19, 1908

MISTAKE MAY COST HIS LIFE.

Samuel Stewart, Jr., May Die From

Drinking Carbolic Acid.

According to physicians attending Samuel Stewart, Jr., exchange teller of the Commercial National bank of Kansas City, Kas, who drank carbolic acid by mistake at his home, 562 Oakland avenue, Friday morning, he is still very low from the effects of the poison and may die. Mrs. Stewart, who snatched the bottle from her husband as he was in the act of tipping it to his lips, spilled a quantity of the acid on her hands and feet. Her burns were not given proper attention at the time because of the excitement in the Stewart household over the accident, and she suffered much from them yesterday.

Samuel Stewart, Jr., is well thought of in the bank He is of a nervous disposition. During the last three or four weeks he has been on the verge of prostration and under a doctor's care almost continuously, it is said. Samuel Stewart, Sr., the father, who heads the Stewart Grocery Company, Seventh street and Minnesota avenue, is confident that his son took the acid through mistake.

LOCKJAW CAUSED HIS DEATH. ~ James McMahan Was Wounded by the Tusk of a Boar.

July 20, 1908

LOCKJAW CAUSED HIS DEATH.

James McMahan Was Wounded by

the Tusk of a Boar.

James McMahan, for many years the proprietor of a private detective agency in this city, did yesterday at St. Luke's hospital from lockjaw. The accident by which the disease was contracted was a peculiar one.

McMahan was trying to drive an unruly boar out of his stable lot on his farm near Leeds when he slipped and fell. The animal attacked the prostrate man and inflicted a gash on his forehead with his tusks. Tetanus developed and several days ago McMahan was removed to the hospital.

McMahan was a criminal detective employed by the Mooney and Boland Detective agency in New York before he came to Kansas City. His detective agency in this city made a reputation for itself. Mr. McMahan was compelled to retire from the business because of weak eyes. The funeral will be held from the home, 6227 East Eleventh street, tomorrow afternoon.

FIRST OF THE CIRCUS TRAINS. ~ Will Arrive in Kansas City at 3 o'Clock Tomorrow Morning.

July 19, 1908

FIRST OF THE CIRCUS TRAINS.

Will Arrive in Kansas City at 3

o'Clock Tomorrow Morning.

The movement of the Barnum & Bailey circus to this city will begin this evening and it is expected that the paraphernalia of the greatest show on earth will be on the Indiana avenue show grounds, where it is to be unfolded on Monday, by daylight tomorrow. The big show is to come here from Centerville, Ia., and it is expected that one of the show trains will be loaded and on its way here at 10 o'clock tonight. This train will be composed of the cook houses, horse tents and parade features. All of the men connected with this division are young and, owing to the speed with which they compelled to move, they form what is known as the "flying squadron." It is expected that this section will reach the unloading point about 3 o'clock in the morning.

Of late the tendency to see the circus come to town and unload has grown to a large extent, and for this reason it will not be surprising if there is a large reception committee at the unloading point to bid the elephants and "things" a welcome to the city. The second section of the show train will be made up of the menagerie; the third of horses, elephants and camels, together with the small tents used as workshops, and the fourth will contain the main tent and the performers. The four trains will contain eighty-six cars.

HER FATHER COMES TODAY. ~ Coroner Finds Miss Cretia Blair Died of Illegal Operation.

July 20, 1908

HER FATHER COMES TODAY.

Coroner Finds Miss Cretia Blair Died

of Illegal Operation.

After an autopsy on the body of Miss Cretia Blair, a young woman who died suddenly at the residence of L. B. Walker, 512 Bellefontaine avenue, Sunday afternoon, Coroner George B. Thompson yesterday expressed the belief that her death had been caused by septic poison, super-induced by an operation. Whether this operation was illegally performed, however, will not be determined until after an examination by Dr. Frank J. Hall.

Dr. G. A. Blair, of Inland, Neb., the girl's father, will arrive here today to take charge of the body. Miss Blair, accompanied by her sister, came here from her Nebraska home two years ago.

"A dearer, sweeter girl never lived," said Mrs. Marie Warwick of 412 Whittier place, speaking of the dead young woman yesterday. Mrs. Walker, at whose home the girl died, said she had never seen her before she called to engage a room.

"I know no more about the girl than you do," she said. "She was brought here by another woman, and, as I had a room vacant, I let her have it."

Residents in the vicinity of the Walker home say that the family always has been highly respected and that nothing out of the ordinary has ever taken place at the house to their knowledge.

JACK GALLAGHER IN THE WORKHOUSE. ~ TO REMAIN ONE YEAR UNLESS HE PAYS $1,000 FINE.

July 17, 1908

JACK GALLAGHER

IN THE WORKHOUSE.

TO REMAIN ONE YEAR UNLESS

HE PAYS $1,000 FINE.

Chief of Police Daniel Ahern's Luna-

cy Commission Quickly Decides

That Gallagher's Troubles

Are Temper and Booze.

Before a lunacy commission consisting of four physicians Jack Gallagher, notorious circumventor of justice, was yesterday adjudged sane. It took the commission only an hour and a half to hear all of the testimony and to make its physical and mental examinations; then they went into executive session and within five minutes had returned its verdict, which reads:

"We submitted Jack Gallagher to a personal, mental and physical examination, and heard the testimony of witnesses, and from the evidence of such mental and physical testimony and examinations offered, we find that Jack Gallagher is sane, and responsible for his actions."

After the commission, consisting of Dr. J. O. Hanawalt, Dr. St. Elmo Saunders, Dr. O. L. McKillip and Dr. J. S. Snider, had been informed of its duties and the result its decision would have upon the cases which were then being held in suspension by the police court, it called Jack Gallagher as the first witness.

Gallagher walked into the room accompanied by an officer. The slugger' demeanor was somewhat tame compared with his previous actions. As Dr. Hanawalt began to question the prisoner he dropped his eyes and nervously moved his hands and feet. The preliminary questions relative to age and residence were all answered in a quiet manner.

IN SALOON BUSINESS THREE YEARS.

"In what business were you engaged as a boy," was the first question.

"I did not go to school further than the fourth grade. Then I worked like any other kid."

"When did you first enter the saloon business?"

"Three years ago, in Kansas City."

"What is your general condition of your health?"

"Good."

"Did you ever have any serious illness?"

"No, just kid's diseases. Dr. Snider always treated me."

"Do you ever have any trouble articulating?"

Gallagher did not understand the word, and after it was repeated to him three times he replied:

"I didn't get past the fourth grade in school and I don't know what that big word means."

When its meaning was explained he answered in the negative.

"How tall are you and what do you weigh?"

"I am 6 feet one inch and a fraction and weigh about 170 pounds."

"Did you ever weigh more than that?"

"Yes, several years ago I weighed 190 pounds

"What caused you to lose weight?"

"Worry over my business, and I have had to do a lot of that."

Then followed the physical and mental tests given by the physicians. During the physical examination Gallagher called attention to a small bruise on his left ankle, which he charges was made by a blow from Albert King's cane. Gallagher told the physicians that he had never been troubled with his eyes, having passed an examination for the United States army and also for the police department.

"Is your memory good?" questioned Dr. St. Elmo Saunders.

"Yes," and after some hesitancy he added, "There have been times when I have overlooked my mail for a day or two, but they were mostly bills."

"Do you remember all of the events which happened yesterday?"

"If you mean the events which led up to me being arrested and my appearance in the police court, yes."

"Tell me the facts which led up to your going to Mr. King's rooms."

"I don't care to answer that question."

"But you remember them well?"

"Yes."

75 GLASSES A DAY.

J. F. Richardson, representing Mr. King, then questioned the witness.

"Do you drink intoxicating liquor?"

"Yes."

"Do you ever get drunk?"

"Yes. I have drank whisky ever since I was 20 years old."

"Did you take any whisky on the night before you went to Mr. King's rooms; and if so, how much had you drunk?"

"I drink every day from sixty to seventy-five glasses of whisky; Tuesdays as well as any other day. I was under the influence of whisky when I was arrested."

"Were you responsible for your actions in King's room?"

"I think I was, but I won't answer any more questions like that."

Colonel J. C. Greenman, Humane officer, said that they must have witnesses to help them in their decision as to whether or not Gallagher was insane. Then Dr. Saunders questioned Dr. Snider relative to the medical attention which he had given Gallagher. Dr. Snider replied that Gallagher had never been seriously ill, and that in his opinion he is sane and always had been.

"You have never seen him act insane before?"

"No, never. When he is drunk, as he frequently is, he is always able to take care of himself."

"Is he a good business man?"

"From what I know of him I would say yest."

Tom Gallagher, brother of the prisoner, was called to the stand.

"Would you believe from your brother's conversation Tuesday night that he was drunk?"

"HE'S SANE," SAYS TOM.

"Yes, I think he was, but he knew what he was doing."

"Do you think your brother is sane or insane?"

"Sane."

These questions satisfying both parties to the investigation, Tom Gallagher was dismissed and Miss Mayme Lefler, Mr. King's nurse, who was with him at the time Gallagher attempted to assault him Wednesday morning, was called to the stand.

Miss Lefler went over the story of the assault in a very concise manner, stating at the close that she believed Gallagher to be sane. Miss Lefler, in getting her training as a nurse, had to spend a certain part of her time in the insane ward at the general hospital, and from her knowledge of insanity she pronounced Gallagher as being sane, but a man of violent temper. She stated that Gallagher seemed to have been drinking before he entered Mr. King's room Wednesday morning.

Mrs. Etta Condon, proprietor of the hotel at which Mr King is staying, was called to the stand and told the same story as did Miss Lefler. "Do you think he was insane?" she was asked.

"No, not a bit of it."

"Would you know an insane person if you saw one?"

"I think I would, but Gallagher seemed to be more drunk than anything else. And he has a violent temper."

QUARRELSOME WHEN DRUNK.

J. J. Spillane, a street inspector and a particular friend of Gallagher's had been present throughout the hearing and at Tom Gallagher's request he was called to the witness stand.

Spillane told of his acquaintance with Gallagher, which dated back twenty years. He said that he did not believe that Gallagher was insane, or that he ever was insane.

"Is he quarrelsome when under the influence of liquor?"

"Not any more than any other man is; he would always stick up for himself."

Captain Frank Snow of police headquarters was called to testify. He had known Gallagher for ten or fifteen years. During that time, according to the testimony, Gallagher's conduct had been of a very erratic nature. He had engaged in several controversies at various times.

"Do you think that Jack is insane?"

"No, indeed. Jack would not have any trouble if he would let the booze alone. Every man, or almost every man, who has owned a saloon on East Fourth street, has gone crazy, and Jack will go the same way if he keeps up his present pace."

"So you think drink was responsible for all his trouble?"

"Yes, I do."

W. K. Latcham, the arresting officer for the second offense committed by Gallagher Wednesday morning against Albert King; Gus Metzinger, patrolman in charge of No. 4 police station, and who released Gallagher on $11 bond, and Dr. E. L. Gist all testified that it was their belief that Gallagher was sane. The testimony was becoming long drawn out and immaterial. The case for insanity was lost within the first five minutes of examination and the commission decided to put an end to the needless investigation.

After taking the testimony of John McCarthy, one of Gallagher's bartenders, the investigation adjourned and the commissioners met in secret session. They remained in session long enough to cast one vote and dictate their decision to the stenographer.

GOES TO THE WORKHOUSE.

Gallagher was sent to the workhouse in the daily crowd which is sent from the police court. His fine is $1,000 or one year in the workhouse. If he does not pay his fine he must remain for one year unless pardoned by the mayor.

The lunacy commission proceeding was instigated by Chief of Police Daniel Ahern, who conferred with Judge Theodore Remley of the police court and Colonel J. C. Greenman of the Humane office. It was the opinion of the three that Gallagher was too dangerous a man to walk the streets of Kansas City. It was the fear that he would be able to pay his fine and get out of the workhouse a free man, that led Chief Ahern to take such steps in having the lunacy commission appointed, he says.

"It means," said the chief, "that Gallagher goes to the workhouse His time limit for appeal is over and he will have to serve out his time or pay his fine. He is a dangerous man and should be kept in custody. I believe the fellow is insane."

It was suggested to acting Police Judge Remley by Cliff Langsdale, city attorney, that the time for appeal bond in Gallagher's case had elapsed. Judge Remley said that he would not countenance an appeal bond at any rate. He said that it would be necessary for Gallagher to go to courts above his jurisdiction before he could keep himself from the workhouse any longer.