Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 302, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 December 1918 — HAPPENINGS in the CITIES [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

HAPPENINGS in the CITIES

Something New Under the Sun: Woman Gun-Fighter fOS ANGELES.—-The last of the Jones-Lewis bandit gang has been wiped la out in the suburb of Arcadia. Their murderous performances match those of the bandits Who terrorized the western country after the Civil war. In one

jmsting feature* however, this gang outdid the old-time bandits —a woman gun-fighter, twenty years old, who drought beside her husband to the vteath. Dale Jones, her husband, was ,but twenty-ooe. He began his criminal career In 1914 at Los Angeles by stealing an automobile. His murdertons depredations have ranged from (the Pacific coast to Indiana. He was la leader, if not the head, of a gang •which killed without hesitation. C< J-

Itairrty he and his wife were the gun- , ■men of the gang. ‘The killing of Chief of Detectives John W. Rowan at Colo trade Springs in broad daylight September 13, and the unc^ g ® Tones distant, is attributed to Jones and his wife, while there is ho doubt that ;. • ones »hot his way through a cordon of police and soldiers in Kansas City Septemiber 26, tie only one of three bandits to escape. . Deputy Sheriffs Van Vliet and Anderson found Jones and his wife and ’their automobile at night in front of a supply station. “Throw up youi Shands!” they shouted, covering the pair with sawed-off shotguns. „. . Jones, appearing to comply, drew an automatic pistol from a specitd ipocket and mortallywounded Van Vliet with his first shot H s second missed Anderson who sprang into the shadows. Jones crouched behind the machine and began firing. His wife got into the car, emptied her revolver and took W thereupon Anderson, who had balked at killing a woman, sent one of his two loads of buckshot into her body, which crumpled up over the steering Whe jones, seeinghls wife dead, left cover and headed for Anderson, firing as he went The deputy gave him the other charge of buckshot in the head. “Isn’t That Funny?” Says Louis. It Surely Is ZVRAND RAPIDS, MlCH.—Louis Latega, 339 Bridge street, is home again U after quite an interesting experience in Chicago. Louis was walking down State street in the Windy Cift looking ffi windows waiting for train time and marveling in his own mind how feath-

ers and furs can cost so much. Pretty soon he saw a man leading a crying man up the street. “His brother is very rich,” said the man leading the weeping man. “For that should he cry?” “His brother is dying and he himself will soon be very rich,” said the straffger. “And he cries?” asked Louis. “Sure, he cries,” said the stranger. “He is crying because while he has so

much money he has got no money at all., He has his brother’s money, thousands of dollars of it, but he can’t spend a cent of it. He can’t even pay for a doctor for himself, and he is sick. Now, if he could borrow some money for a few days he could give his brother’s money for security.” “Fve got a little money,” said Louis. “He will give you $3 for each $1 you will loan him,” said the man who led the weeper. The weeper choked his sobs and nodded assent. “How much have you got?” asked the stranger. “I’ve got $l,lOO, but it is in a bank in Grand Rapids,” said Louis. “Go and get it Get it all!” Louis came to Grand Rapids and got it aU. He took it to Chicago, and they met him at the train, the stranger and the sobbing man. The sobbing man felt better. Louis was coming to his help. “I don’t see how in the world they did it but they did,” says Louis. “They took my money and their money, thousands of dollars of it! They counted it all out right in front of my nose. They nailed it all up to a box and gave me the box. When I opened the bog there wasn’t anything in it but paper. “I saw ’em put the money in and I saw ’em nail up the box. Isn’t that funny?” Everybody agrees withJLouis. “How Comes It Such Little Legs and Big Body?” /CHICAGO. —“H-m-m-m!” exclaimed Policeman Emil Harder, or words to V that effect “How comes it such little legs have such a big body?” Then Policeman Harder squinted again. It was an odd sight Here was a wee bit

of a fellow whose body was round, like a ball, and the front protruded in a most extraordinary manner. Behind the first came another little boy with a large sack on his back. He looked like Atlas holding up the world or a Prussian soldier going home with his loot The kids were moving away from the Clark street bridge as fast as they could stagger and weave along under their loads. Policeman Harder took his catch

to the central station. When little Leo Holtz, eight years old, 1137 North Branch street, caught sight of the redheaded sergeant he forgot to hold onto his burdened stomach and through / some opening in his clothes out flew a pigeon. It fluttered about the police station and alighted. • „ ~ _ . _ _ Leo never batted an eye. He deigned not to see the bird. Then out flew another pigeon. ' , Leo did not smile. He stood solemn and dignified. Pigeon after pigeon Wde its exit from his garments. The coppers began to snicker. Leos eight--jfear-old dignity persisted. z With each bird’s flight his circumference grew less—it diminished as a rubber balloon might slowly go down. • _ When the collapse was complete the police turned, to Casimir StazaiKa, ten years old, 1049 West Chicago avenue, who carried the Back. “What’s in there?” demanded the red-headed sergeant. “Chickens,” said Casimir. “Where did you kids get all these birds” he asked. ' • “Me an* my brother and Casimir and two other boys I don’t know got em off of a truck standing on the Clark street bridge,” said little Leo, now reduced by a couple of dozen pigeons. ( f 5 ' > Are Women of Denver Entitled to an Apology? DENVER.— Arise, you sons of Ananias, and salute your king! Go yet forth, you villfiers of womankind, and beg pardon of your fair "bisters, for Denver girts insist they are not bow-legged. When Dame Fashion and Madame

Conservation decreed shorter skirts fastidious men immediately began to spread the charge that the underpinnings of .most girts were marked by a slight curvature. Now, ’tis said, nine out of ten appear to possess knees which stand ht least several inches apart - The libel is declared, even by women, not to be altogether groundless, inasmuch ,as a great many young women do appear to belong, to the bandy-limbed class. They blame this

upon three things: First, the kind of shoes they wear; second, the faulty adjustment of the stockings, and, third, corsets that don’t fit One of the chief requisites of a chic woman Is perfect fitting footgear. And, experts «SXA.whenever a woman has on shoes run over at the heels she gives the imprelwon of being bowlegged. So after these explanations the spokeswomen for the Denver girls say they are not bow-legged and that the charge is mk-kM, 1