Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 248, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 November 1917 — STORIES from the BIG CITIES [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

STORIES from the BIG CITIES

Bill of Big Denomination Staggered Hotel Clerk SEATTLE.— It’s all right in the latest novel, of course, but in real life thereis no such thing as a SI,OOO bill. No one knew this better than thenight rooni clerk at the Washington hotel. So when-a suave stranger ap-

proached the desk shortly after midnight the other night, laid down a SI,OOO bill and asked that it be changed, the clerk put up a stall. ’ “I’ll have to send for the auditor to open the safe,” he told the stranger, “Will you kindly wait?” . He called one bellboy and sent him for the auditor. Then he called another and whispered to him to summon the police. The auditor was slow in arriving,

the stranger grew fidgety and picked up his bank note, thrust it in his pocket and walked out. But if the auditor Was slow the police were not, and as the stranger went out at the door wo Of" Of* f - i VPQ I 1 nf” ■ •*,— T- ~, ~A, .*■* -’ - -- - —_—_. ■ -- . “Follow him," the room clerk hissed. "Follow and arrest him. He hasa SI,OOO bill.” ' . „„ o . The detectives took the stranger to police headquarters, where he w asked to explain. . „ . “My name is Charles M. Gallegher," he said, “and formerly I was the proprietor of the Antlers hotel here. I just wanted to get a bill changed ana do not see any reason for iny arrest." , . . But the detectives didn’t belleVe in either, so they locked him up for the night. The next day Gallegher explained further that his father is . a multi-millionaire oil operator and pearl fisher at Sydney, Australia, that he had a little more than $2,000 in currency the day before when a man he didn’t know stopped him on the street and asked him for smaller denominations for two SI,OOO bills. “I didn’t know there was anything wrong about a big bill, so I accommodated him£J& added. ” —j The police department heads, in the meantime having heard of no missing. SIOOO bills, and Gallegher having two perfectly genuine ones to verify ms story, set the man at liberty with the advice to put the money in a bank. Colored* Gentleman Had Grievance Against Cat NEW YORK. —The colored population in the Black Belt of Harlem have their wordy affrays just the same as other cave dwellers of this town, and when they are aired in court the comedy is better than seen on any stage. The etlrer gay Wellington Washing-

ton, a Pullman porter who collects tipsvealed the animal life in the-flat house - where he resides. He appeared as a witness against Mrs. Sadie Johnson, whose tiger-eyed maltese he accused of shortening his life by at least three years. Mr. Washington rendered his evidence in a high and indignant alto, explaining that the cat started the battle by robbing his ice box of everything but the ice. He said that he-

caught her when it was too late and admitted that he had hit her in the head with a dictionary, after which the feline ran around the walls, stood on her forefeet, spat fire, whistled through her teeth and gave other evidence of supernatural annoyance. “You were not bitten, were you?” asked the court. “Was ah bit,” exclaimed Mr. Washington. “Did she bite me up? Ah’s here to say she ate me alive. Den she kicked me a swack in mah laig lak she’s, break it.” “Well, now,” said the magistrate, “cats don’t kick, do they?” “Mebbe you think they doan’, you’ honoh,” answered the defender of the ice box, “cause youall never see’d dis murderin’ cat. She ain’t no litty kitty, y’know; -she’s a Shetland pony, bulldog cat, dat’s what she is. She ain’t nopurrin’ beauty; she’s a spittin’ debil wid a bad look.” Just as soon as Washington 8011, a negro prisoner, was remanded for trial in another court he called to a keeper and asked for pen and ink. The keeper hesitated and asked what letter was so important that it must be written before he got to the Tombs. “Ah'll tell y’ jus what it is,” replied the beaming Washington. “Ah want’ter write to my folks in Ca’lina an’ let ’em know that’ ah’m in 2,000 bail. Daw, man, when dey heah dat der eyes’ll bulge right out from dey heads. Some bail.”

Remarkable Speech Made by Man Convicted of Crime IXETROIT MICH. —Louis Carter convicted of stealing automobile parts, fainted ’ after Judge Jeffries had sentenced him to serve 90 day< but William Saunders, alias Charles Parker, convicted of the murder of Malt

Schreiber, knowing the judge must impose a life sentence on him, made a speech. “Before going to prison, I wish to express my profound sympathy for Schreiber’s widow and her son while they are here in court,” said Saunders. “I am sorry this ever happened, but I am willing to pay the penalty. Your honor has given me a fair and impartial trial and the assistant prosecutor has tried the case fairly and without animosity. The detectives In-charge

has treated me fairly and my lawyers could not have done more for me.” “This is an unfortunate matter all around," said Judge Jeffries, moved by Saunders’ apparent sincerity, “but the court, you know, has no discretion. However, I can give you. your choice of Jackson or Marquette prison.” Pleas to be sent to JaCkson prison Instead of Marquette are common, but Saunders; with only a moment’s hesitation,- chose Marquette,- “I am not ashamed to be sent where my fellow-conspirators are already serving their sentences,” he said. . x - Saunders, thirty-four years old, and prematurely gray, Is the oldest of the four charged with the murder of Schreiber, a saloonkeeper.

Sad Echo of World War Heard in Chicago Court /CHICAGO.— With the thousands of Belgians who fled their motherland V when the Germans overran it, were the Hamens. They came to America. And that brings the story down to the time when Attorney- Felix J. StreyckT - mans, also counsel for the Belgian con-

sul here, appeared in Judge Harry P. Dolan’s court on behalf of Susanna Hamen. She was suing one William Brlsterfeldt for $230. __“l think this woman should be allowed to sue as a 'poor person.’ because she is a Belgian refugee,” said Mr. Streyckmans. , *, ; _ "Kindly state your reason why she should be allowed to sue without costs,” said Judge Dolan. M /*I will give you my reasons,” In-

terrupted Mrs. Hamens. “When we came here my husband went to work. We saved our money. We hoped to go back to Belgium when the war was over. My husband was finally able to buy a team. “Then Iris health gave way, I was compelled to sell the team. William Brlsterfeldt bought it for ?250. He paid me only S2O, and now I want the rest My husband is still sick. We need food—my babies are hungry,’’ and she-showed the judge a pictured her nine children. . “You have nine good reasons fyr wanting that money,” said the judge. “1 grant the plea.” . " , <