Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 146, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 June 1913 — Police “Regulars” Mourn Their Vanished Whiskers [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

Police “Regulars” Mourn Their Vanished Whiskers

CLEVELAND, o.—Long and straggly whiskers, the chief source of , profit of the tousled mendicant, are doomed by Cleveland police. No more can a hard-working flood sufferer, who has the misfortune to possess the normal amount of arms and legs, compete with the maimed and the blind. For whiskers, long gray whiskers filled with dead leaves and cigar stumps, will, soon cease to excite pity tn the heart of the passerby. The victims of circumstance who slink through the shadows of Ontario street after nightfall are rapidly parting with their whiskers. They are confronted with the horrible pronunclamento of Desk Officer Ell Potts

of Central police station: “Stay sober or lose your bush!” In spite of the appalling tendency of the times, the unfortunate has been found who finds a crumb of comfort in the change. Jacob Bush, who. lost his two weeks ago as the result of a too hasty expenditure of a lavish gratuity and the consequent night in a cell, declares that business has improved wonderfully since he was deproved of his whiskers. “W’y, I can go right over the same beats they chased me off of last month,” he boasts, “and they never know me. That’s what Mr. Potts’ funny stuff did for me. I can make < touch right now off' of men who run me, away a month ago. This smoothface work ain’t so bad, after all. “All it takes is a little sense. Next month I’m going to tell ’em I’m a victim of a wreck. These cuts on my face look good enough for that." But Jacob Bush, known as the incurable optimist of the Eagle lodging house, is alone in his joy. Those who are not so resourceful as he still mourn their vanished whiskers.