Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 224, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 October 1917 — STORIES from the BIG CITIES [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

STORIES from the BIG CITIES

Affable Strangers Got Savings of Seven Years *1 NDIANAPOLIS.— Seeing the white lights at Riverside park with two newly ■ acquired “friends” cost Christ Jack, thirty-five years old. a Serbian living in the foreign quarter on South West street,’sl,Boo, his savings of seven years.

Jack reported the swindle to the por lice after he had taken a bundle, which he supposed contained $15,000, intrusted to him by his friends, to a bank to have it deposited in a safety vault. When a clerk opened the bundle Jack found that It contained only a wad of newspaper. Jack told the police that he returned from Warren, Pa., where he had been employed In a steel mill for eight months, and was carrying his .money In a suitcase. At Washington

’and West streets he met another foreigner, who “struck up” with him and was most agreeable after he pressed a few questions to learn whether Jack had any money. The pair went to Camp Sullivan park, where they met another man, and the trio decided to visit Riverside park. One of the men had a bundle and confided to Jack that It contained $15,000, and after they reached the park he asked bls Intended victim If he would permit him to place the bundle of money in the suitcase. Jack agreed and they proceeded to enjoy the evening ridings on all the racers and coasters and drinking “pop.” Jack declared in broken English that he never met more companionable men. - 1 As the night wore on they returned to the city and Jack obtained a room after bidding the men good-by and having an understanding that he would meet them again on Friday. In the morning he opened his suitcase and discovered that his purse and SI,BOO were gone, but was consoled when he saw that the paper bundle remained. Believed She Could Have More Fun as a Boy GRAND RAPIDS, MlCH.—“There’s no fun in the world for a girl," declared fourteen-year-old Dorothy Scheidel at the jail here, where she was placed after posing as a boy in her brother’s army uniform and hiking most of the 200 miles from Petoskey, where her

mother lives. She had cut off most of her hair ant Twas orFher wayTb Flint to see her father, who was separated from his wife more than a year ago. When she reached here she. got a real haircut and went on toward Flint. At Caledonia she let out her secret and somebody told the office ’s. They brought her back here. “I’d like to be a boy," she told-re-porters. “Boys can wear torn pants

and nobody mugns at them. But a girl has to primp and powder and look pretty or folks laugh. Gee,,, I had to laugh,” she went on, as she recounted an experience at Cadillac, where she worked part of a day. “The officers there talked about the missing girl from Petoskey, and they didn’t dream that I was that girl. I could have gone through with the whole thing if I hadn’t just had to tell-it to somebody in Caledonia. Then somebody snitched, and It was all off. “This place Is full of drunken ladles,” she continued, speaking of the jail. “And one of ’em had a box of matches and smoked cigarettes. I don’t see how guys can smoke or drink. The smell of the stuff makes me sick, And It don’t do ’em no good. It only hurts ’em. “I get along fine with my dad, but I can’t get along with my mother. My mother can’t make me mind, but dad can. He don’t use a whip, but ma does. I’d like to go and lite with him.” Dorothy was sent, back to Petoskey. Housemaid Proved Herself Terror in a “Scrap” rtTTTT.ADRT.PHTA. —A stubborn housemaid who. refused to be “fired” gave • battle to four policemen and a husky’ apartment house janitor before she was loaded into a patrol wagon at the Satterlee apartment and hauled to a

cell In the police station. For a half hour she battled with Policeman Prendergast and Harry Stillman, the janitor, in the basement of the apartment house before Prendergast summoned three “cops” to help him. < She rolled the “cop” .around bn the* floor, tore his hair, scratched his face and landed several man-sized punches with a stiff right arm. Just before the patrol arrived, Prendergast got her under control and started to lead her to thfe wagon. The sight of the

three other "cops” infuriated the woman, and she started all over again. She broke away from Prendergast’s grasp, dodged into the arms of another policeman, fought, scratched, and struggled. It took ten minutes more of strenuous work on the part of the four “cops” before she was finally loaded into the wagon. t( Stubborn to the last, she refused to give any name when she was “slated at the police station and placed in a cell. At the apartment house it was explained that the woman came there three months ago as a servant. Her employers had discharged her. Then the janitor found her, he said, in the basement of the apartment house trying to open a locker. He ordered her to leave, but when she showed fight, he called a policeman.

Youthful Hero the Victim of Base Ingratitude NEW YORK -Two fighting dogs, a boy and a policeman were actors in a back-yard melodrama which ended In tragedy. There were self-sacrifice, ingratitude and heroism In It. Ralph Protta, nine years old, scaled the fence back of his home, 245 East One Hun-

dred and Fiftieth street, and leaped into the adjoining yard. He went to "the rescue of a black dog, with which he had often played. The black dog was engaged in combat with a large red-haired dog. But when Ralph tried to separate the dogs both turned on him. The boy cried in vain for mercy to the dog he had thought was his friend. Those who had been brought to their windows by the commotion turned away

from tfte sight, Women and children screamed and men shouted. Policeman Flannagan responded to the neighborhood hubbub. He entered the yard with h«s pistol In one hand and his club in the other. The two dogs were finishing their work They turned and made for the policeman. But he did not budge from his position by the gate. He fired a shot The bullet penetrated, the brain of the black dor Then, with the club, the policeman beat the red dog until the animal cringed at his feet - Ralph Protta died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Probably •more painful to the boy than the suffering he endured before his death was the knowledge his playmate, whom he sought to help, turned on him and aided in Inflicting his mortal hurts.