Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 135, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 June 1917 — HAPPENINGS in the CITIES [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

HAPPENINGS in the CITIES

Umbrella the Hiding Place of “Rough Rider’s” Gems NEW YORK.—Detectives searching at 100 West Sixty-first street for $12,000 worth of jewelry stolen from Col. Roland Dickerson of Butte, ransacked, a cupboard twice without results. ’On the third attempt Detective Trojan:

hauled out a tightly rolled umbrellri and began to unwind It “It's bad luck to open an umbrella, in the house,” warned one of the occupants of the rooms. Recklessly the detective proceeded, and as he inverted the umbrella a shower of diamonds and emeralds and other gems fell from its folds. Thoma# Doyle, Ernest Sampson and Amadore Gilla, chauffeurs, and Maude Woolley, a waitress, were locked up. The charge is assault and robbery, the

alleged victim being Colonel Dickerson, from whom the gems were taken. The colonel put his guns and his jewels on with his traps more than a week ago and came to New York to get some recruits for his regiment, which is known as the Rough Riders of the Ozarks—or will be as soon as the colonel gets the riders. He opened headquarters and other things at the Waldorf, and his recruiting campaign gave great promise. Early last week he got a tip that some of the roughest riders on the cabaret circuit were to be found in the vicinity of Columbus circle. .... ——- Throwing a leg over his trusty taxicab, the colonel started out forthwith, although it was long before dawn. He met some promising material, he recalled later, ancTwent for a ride with it in Central park. The colonel is used to rough riding, but he was shocked to discover about sunrise that he was alone. The promising material had vanished and so had the rings, scarfpins, cuff links, and other trifles which contributed to the effulgence of the colonel. One ring had a sentimental value to its owner, to whom, it was presented by Stanley Ketchel, the pugilist. The whole affair, with the publicity It got, was most distasteful to a man of the colonel’s disposition, -and as soon as he had paid his hotel bill he started right back to Butte, regardless of whether New York was represented in the Rough Riders of the Ozarks.

Fair Philadelphians Frightened by Horrid Snakes

PHILADELPHIA.— Shades of St. Patrick, deliver us! Snakes are abroad in the land! An invasion by reptiles han come to us I Two were seen, actually seenTatFourteenth street and Pennsylvania ave-

nue northwest. It may he true that on previous occasions bibulous persons convinced themselves that they beheld Serpentine critters on the same spot, but this time nothing was left to the imagination. No one could satisfactorily explain the presence of the snakes on the concrete pavement. One of the reptiles evidently got frightened and darted into a sewer. But the other peram-

bulated over the sidewalk half an hour or more while a crowd of pedestrians formed a circle around his wriggling lowliness and watched it. * The snake, which was about fourteen Inches long and as big as a lead pencil, appeared to be a conceited reptile and gave every evidence of immensely enjoying the attention paid to it by gasping men, women and children,, all of whom declared they had never before seen a snake on Pennsylvania avenue. Everybody asked, “Where did It come from?” But no one could answers Whether the snakes were stirred up out of their nest by some downtown backyard gardener; whether they were dug out of the foundation of the old Corcoran building at Fifteenth street and Pennsylvania avenue by excavators; whether they resided on the White Lot and were frightened off by the drilling soldiers, or whether they were just out for a stroll to bask in the Mayday effulgence of Old Sol, all were speculated upon, but the rt<al reason for their presence was not learned.

Young Lockinvar Outdone by Western Gallant

/CHICAGO. —Lochinvar’s delicate way of capering away with the women would have been duck soup for Lawrence F. Gallagher, who in ten minutes was deprived of the wife it took him a whole win.' Mrs. Galla—-

gher, corroborated by her mother, Mrs. Charles Trombley of Detroit, declared Gallagher a chain-lightning Mann act violator, automobile thief, and rogue’s gallery champion of zest and variety. Mrs. Trombley spiced the proceedings before Judge Charles Thomson by remarking in a severe sort of way that she’d like to come in contact with Gallagher for “about twenty-four seconds.” It probably is well for Gallagher that his penalties so far have been meted out by the gentle police.

“On November 28,” explained Mrs. Gallagher, “I went to visit my mother in Detroit. I took her automobile and went downtown to meet a friend whose name is Mrs. Watson. She Introduced me to two men, one of whom was Gallagher. We went into a case and had some drinks. “The drinks, the names of which I do not recollect, were seemingly mild but very potent. I recall that we danced a little and that Gallagher said something about getting married. It is all quite hazy. We went to the city hall and were married there. "Just after the ceremony Gallagher put me in my mother’s automobile and started driving fatft. We made only one stop between Detroit and St. Louis. • Wq arrived there on Sunday and my husband took SIOO. and my Ting from me. Then he took me to a rooming house and said he would kill me If I made an outcry. I managed to telegraph my mother and she and my brother came and took me home.” %

Not Quite the “Bad Man” He Appeared to Be

ST. LOUIS.—“He tried to stick me up.” The scared conductor of a Market street car was still literally in the air as he shouted the alarm near Sixteenth street. He was alighting from

the exit door and raced his scream to the sidewalk. “Who tried to stick you upT’ a rough voice asked complacently. It came from the throat of a policeman. “A fellah with a blue steel automatic barker.” “Where’s ’ee?” "Got off the car *bout as fast as I did.” The oficer sighted a mob at the entrance the Aberdeen hotel. It

looked like a climax in a five-reeler , movie melodrama. The conductor hurried back to his car but the policeman ambled to the hotel, where he quickly observed the excited mob filled the lobby. Detectives Agee and Lemkemeier were there, and they had hold of somebody. . i “Got a gun?” Agee demanded. \ “Yes, and I’ll blow your block off—” Agee replied with a fist to the abdomen as the blue steel gun rose level with his head, and Lemkemeier caught the man by the neck with one hand and reached for his pistol with the other.. . - Agee and lemkemeier nearly fainted after they sized up the blue steei gun. It was a 10-cent water pistol. —. ——'4George Moffatt, the “highwayman,” said he bought it In the afternoon, aa fce thought he coUto have a lot of fun with It He gave it Its first trial with the conductor, biit the fun was so exciting he hurried to his home, which happened to be the Aberdeen hoteL * .