HER PARTY CLOTHES RUINED.
But Gertie Harris Couldn't Fix the
Blame on Discarded Suitor.
"My name is Gertie Harris, and I want a warrant."
Norman Woodson, an assistant prosecuting attorney, interrupted late yesterday afternoon while working at his desk, looked up to see a blonde girl, 17 years of age, standing before him with fire in her eye.
"What is the trouble?" asked Mr. Woodson, laying down his pen.
"I want a warrant for a young man -- his first name is Harry. He and I used to go together. Last week we had a fight. I made a date to go to a dance with another fellow tonight --"
"I don't care for the history of your life; give me the facts," interrupted the assistant prosecutor.
"I guess this made Harry mad," continued Gertie, nonplussed. "Last night while I was away from home someone broke into the house. Before going to bed last night I looked in my wardrobe. What should I find but all my party clothes cut to shreds. My dancing pumps were ripped. In fact, nearly every dress I have was ruined."
"But are you sure Harry did this?"
"I am sure he did, though I did not see him," continued Gertie. "He did it to keep me from going to the dance tonight. He was awfully jealous of me, anyway."
The assistant prosecutor told her he could issue no warrant, as she could not positively swear that it was the jilted sweetheart who ruined her party clothes.
