Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 254, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 October 1918 — INTERESTING ITEMS FROM THE CITIES [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

INTERESTING ITEMS FROM THE CITIES

Dominick Simply Could Not Give Up Uniform gT. LOUIS. —If Provost Marshal Crowder had visited the children’s court the w other day when Dominick Galeno was called to the bar of justice to answer to a charge of masquerading in khaki the draft age might shortly be dropped

to fifteen. Dominick is fifteen, and his age and his long legs, that lift him just 6 feet 8 inches above the ground, have got him into trouble. Dominick lives at 467 Harman street with his parents and three small sisters. For a long time he has felt out of place everywhere. His legs were so elpngatdd that he had to fold them over the top of the desk in school, where he was the butt of ridicule by older and smaller boys. This

goading became so pronounced that Dominick’s withdrew him from' school two years ago and placed him in business. When war came Dominick informed his parents he would enlist. They would not hear of it. So last July, after taking an active, part in the celebration of the Fourth, Dominick enlisted in the state guard. He said he was eighteen. and might safely have said twenty-eight. For a while he only did duty at the armory, drilling and the routine work of the rookie. Toward the latter part of the month he was ordered to do guard duty upstate. He was given real cartridges. Two days passed watching for German agents; then he was called Into the tent of his captain and informed that he was discharged. He went home to learn that his parents had had him removed from the service. Then Dominick was arrested for parading in the uniform. Magistrate Reynolds heard the case and held the boy for trial at special sessions. No proof of the boy’s age was before the court. Later, at special sessiofis, his age was determined and the case was transferred to the children’s court. Justice Wilkin seemed inclined to deal severely with the boy. He said: “If I find that this boy deliberately paraded about in uniform I shall send him to the house of refuge. I am a stickler for respect for the uniform and this boy showed no respect when he refused to return the uniform to the state and continued to wear it without the right.” • ./

Storm Brought to Mind the Pranks of Halloween MINNEAPOLIS. —Weary from work and the severe mental strain brought on by the tornado at Tyler, rescuers were forced time and again to stop as they smiled grimly at some of the frolics of the storm. The sight of chickens

running around without feathers was common. Rats and mice left their hiding places. One went through a small blaze and was singed through to the skin. Trees in the devastated area were stripped of branches two or three inches in diameter. The trees that were not uprooted became Christmas trees. With more than 50 automobiles blown in here and there, tires, hoods, seats, robes, wheels and even steering gears flew high and landed in the branches. One car was

whisked along the street at a rapid rate and stopped when it swerved into a building. Later it was buried in the ruins of the structure. Clothing and furniture were driven in every direction. A few telephone poles just outside the storm area collected material like a magnet. The entire east wall of the handsome home of M. Glammerstad, cashier of the First National bank, was sliced off, exposing the living room, dining room and bedroom furniture and the bathroom. The occupants escaped injury from flying, debris by falling on the floor. From some other home a coal scuttle came flying into the parlor and dropped on top of the piano. Mr. Glammerstad’s automobile, standing in the yard, was hurled a block down the street and wrecked. A large tree standing two feet from a pump was snapped off near the ground and then torn to pieces, while the pump was unharmed. Clothes from the closets were picked up by the gale and exchanged for sticks of wood and picture frames from the neighbors’ hoipes.

Fritz Surely Picked Out a Good Old Irish Name CHICAGO.— To wear a German monaker these days is not likely to help business. That’s why a newsie named Fritz Schultze changed his to Larry Mulligan. He declared that Schultze was a hoodoo to him, so be decided to

become Irish. ’ “No, I didn’t consult no courts about changing my nauie,” he said when asked about the matter. “I just changed it and let it got at that. That’s all the courts would have done and it would have cost me a lot of money. I’m leery of them legal birds. I settled the matter out of court and now I’m Larry Mulligan. I give the thing a thought before I took the name, though. I talked the matter over with a couple of pals and they handed me a lot es bum advice. They

says I might as well make a regularijob out of it and take a good name while I’m about it. * “One of them says I ought to call myself Jack Dalton or Hal Chase, or something‘with a punch in it. Well, I figures that it’s the good old Irish name that gets a bloke furthest in this newsboy game, so I took the Irishest name I could think of. I considered Clancy and Murphy and McGowan, but I figured the name with a punch was Mulligan. And when you introduce the name of Mulligan with Larry—oh, boy I “Yer see, I was all out of luck with the Fritz Schultze stuff taggin’ around after me. I was doin’ business downtown until my associates gave me the gate. Guess they thought I was a Boche or something like that. Anyway, I decided to change my name and locality and here I am uptown to start a new life.” “Larry Mulligan" is a typical West side boy of sixteen. He was born in that section and so was his father. ' * •

Don’t Mention Holdup Men to Officer Blackwell BROOKLYN. —Policeman George Blackwell, sauntering along Flatbush avenue, beheld a crowd running and heard such shouts as: “They’re holdup men!” “One’s got a gun and the other a knife.” Policeman Blackwell, being

blessed with long legs, soon caught up with the pursuing throng and was informed that th’(j “holdup, men” had sought asylumiS in the cellar of an abandoned carpenter shop at Flatbushavenue and Chester street. The mouth of a hole under the foundation, through which the crowd said the fugitives had entered the cellar, yawned ominously. “Come out!” ordered the policeman. * No answer was made.

“Well,” soliloquized the officer, “duty is duty.” So, unllmberlng bls gun. the officer crawled through. , Shivering and qtiaking in a far comer of the cellar were the fugitives, the holdup men, Emanuel Enos, eleven, of 515 Clinton street; Ray Cadarr, eleven, Of Forty-second street, and Henry Coyle, eleven, of 354 Smith street. After the cars began to run again on Flatbush avenue the policeman learned that with the aid of a potato knife and a cap. pistol the three boys had held up Henry Engvaldsen, nine, of 218 East Forty-second street, on Church avenue, near Fortieth street and taken a quarter from him. Then, re-enforced by friends, the victim of the hold-up chased them all the way to the hole into which the boys ran like cotton-tails pursued by houn’ dogs. Justice Wilkin, successfully maintaining his gravity, heard the story in the ehlldreu’s court and paroled the “holdup men” for sentence.