Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 282, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 November 1911 — DOES PROHIBITION PROHIBIT. Here's the Tale of a Man Who Has His Doubts. [ARTICLE]

DOES PROHIBITION PROHIBIT. Here's the Tale of a Man Who Has His Doubts.

P Spurred on by newspaper taunt«» poeSiDiy, u p*&tS>-ClOvu69 wttW ’ ulls tect violations ot tine Geqrgta probfbi-1 tlon law. Qn Decatur street be met an oM negro whose appearance he considered •«Wnsptetous.’* -r.“ Say, Msele;* he whispered with * wink, “do you know where I can get some wtrfekey *” “I spec* maybe 1 kin git yer some es yer glm me do money." replied the suspected* tone. “Well, here Is a bill." said the plain-clothes matt. "Fll wait in the alley here. Now hurry back.” “Yessah, boss, es ye’ll Jeb’ hoT dis box er shoes ter me,” afid the police man had the box under Ms arm before he knew It. while the darky shambled off down the street; turning the first corner. < Thinking he was on a warm trail and would soon have an important prisoner and witness ‘‘with the goods bn,” the sleuth waited In patience. An hour went by. He was getting tired. Two hours. Still no sign of the messenger. Wrfary am’ discouraged, he returned to the police station. Suddenly he remembered the shoes under his arm, and decided to have a look. The box contained, carefully wrapped, a full quart bottle of corn whiskey.

A Kansas Tragedy. Here is a sad chicken Story: Mrd. W. W. Cochran does not keep chickens, but there is an old hen which for some reason became attached to her household and was a great pet. One day the hen wanted to set; and Mrs. Cochran allowed it to and after a short time the ben had a .brood of chickens, which the Cochran family was very fond of. One day the little chickens were out in the rain and nearly drowned; Mrs. Cochran rushed out In the rain, gathered them up, wrapped them carefully in a shawl and put them on a chair next to the kitchen stove. The chickens were alive and all right. . A big fat woman came in to" Mrs. Cochran’s to get out of the rain and sat down by the kitchen stove to get dry. Mrs. Cochran went into the kitchen, after a while, and looking around said to her daughter: “Katie, .where are my chickens?" Katie did not know 'and they looked. Finally Mrs. Cochran gave a scream. The fat woman was sitting on .the chickens. She jumped up. but the chicken, were as flat as pancakes, and the old hen w'as eh.ildlese.-~Atchi-son Globe.