Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 75, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 31 March 1919 — TALES FROM BIG CITIES [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

TALES FROM BIG CITIES

Gob Goes on the Rocks of the Sea of Courtship DULUTH.— The “Zenith City of the Unsalted Seas” i* watching with bated breath the adventures of one of Its gobs— C. B. Mullen, nyw of Great Lakes —out in the cruel, heartless world. It appears he’s had hard luck recently went on the rocks of the sea of court-

ship. so to speak, the day before his wedding; Anyway, here’s the way a Windy City newspaper spins his yarn forTfs: 7“ “ •! was to hitch to a dame today.’ said Mr. Mullen, as he threw anchor in the city editor’s office. ‘l’m stiipng for the skirt for a couple of months, see? Blowin’ her to parties and takln’ her around. You know. Well, last night I spots her with a civilian and I’m off

her. I threw her overboard. She lost me in a second. “ ‘Now I can get women. You can size me up as that kind by flashin’ me. I can go out on the street _ right now and knock me off any dame I like. I’m In the navy a year and seven months, -eruism-"t|ds—town all the time. And say, the women that fetl for me and wanted hie to marry! Oh, boy! I ain’t boostin’ myself, bift I ain’t blamin’ them any. Before I joins up with the fleet Tro an actor. I can do anything—sing, dance, play,-work legit, anything. The women wouldn’t leave me alone. They run me ragged. I thought I’d get away from them in the navy, but it sas bad here. '< “ ‘Now I want to settle down. Pm tired of the high steppin . I want a nice home ami a nice wife. She’s got to be the goods. Let me flash her and I’ll give you her nuwfjer. But I want a chance to flash a real one. So I Just want you to let them know about it. All you need to do is to let them see me. Now get It right. You can pull the story humorous, if you like. But get it across. . ~ ——And stiy, don’t give them the idea that Tm an old bird, 80, that cant knock oft a Jane without giving’ all toy dimensions. Tell them what you See. A live bird.’ ” Kissing in the Dark in the Old North State GREENSBORO, N. C. —This enterprising but otherwise placid community is exercised over a stolen kiss. The kisser is Solomon Lesser. The kissee is Mrs. SamjielJtotonhurg.. lEhe-charge -against the kisser is assault, which may

possibly send him to work on the public roads for two years. The prosecuting attorney is Clifford Frazier. The counsel for the defense is Sidney Stern. Judge Jones is the jurist who presided at the trial —-and is withholding a decision on so momentous a question. The facts seem to be about like this: The kissee is exceedingly easy to look at. There was a party. The kisser asked the kissee for a kiss.

Nothing doing. Later the kissee was seated at a piano, in the presence of her husband, the kisser and others. The lights went out. All present heflrd the kiss.; also the slamming of a door by the kisser. The kissee identifies Lesser as the kisser. Lesser admits the kiss and says he apologized to the kissee’s husband. The kissee says she dldnt scream because she couldn't be sure that her husband wasn’t kissing her, though it didn't seem to be his kind of a kiss. The prosecuting attorney argued that unless the kissee is willing, a kiss is assault. *The very foundations of society would rock if a kisser could kiss an unwilling kissee under the very eyes of her husband, so to speak, with impunity. , The attorney for the defense’ argued that a kiss, far from being an assault, was a salute that had added much to the sum total of human happiness. He said the kisser did no more than counsel himself might V av ® done in similar circumstances and temptation, or even the judge himself, and offered the kissee as evidence of the reasonableness of his argument. There is much speculation concerning the forthcoming decision of the court. The only line on it is this: The court told the kisser .that he used poor judgment in kissing a married woman and in not seeking a more suitable occasion.

Windy City Thief the Meanest Man in the World CHICAGO.— Mr. Purse Snatcher—you who grabbed the pocketbook from a care-worn wopian on Leavitt street near Belmont avenue—you are the meanest man in the world. May the sl9’that you got in the little shabby

wallet burn you; may whatever you buy with it to eat and drink be poison to you. For that sl9, Mr. Thief, was money that poor woman had gone out among friends and borrowed to bury her two-year-old baby, one of seven children. The woman who tost the purse is Mrs. Lena Lebbin of 2152 Barry avenue. Her husband is employed by the Deering Harvester company, but his pay is small. Her daughter, Ellen, fifteen, has a job. But the wages of

both even barely suffice when everything Is running smoothly. So it was that when the baby died Mrs. Lebbin was forced to seek aid. Ellen’s employers donated $5 and Mrs. Lebbin obtained $lO from Henry Stehl, a saloonkeeper at 2124 Wellington avenue. From others she got a lift of 50 cents to sl, and she was returning home at seven o’clock, happly in the thought that the child woul_d.be saved from a pauper’s grave. As she approached Belmont on Leavitt, a young man rushed up, grabbed the purse Mrs. Lebbin held tightly in her hand, ran down the street and disappeared. t But Mrs. Lebbin’s baby was buried properly after all. Friends, when they heard of the robbery, hastily made up a purse. Rich Gold Mine Twice Discovered and Twice Lost STEAMBOAT SPRINGS, COLO.—The history of the Colorado Rockies abounds in adventure and romance and not the least’interesting are the stories of “lost mines.” Ope of the most interesting concerns one tn the Gore

range that has been twice discovered and twice loss. The first finder was an old trapper named Hill, who had a run oftnjps a bout-45 years agoat the head of Morrison creek, south of here. He discovered an outcropping of free gold, according to the old-timers, took samples out with him that assayed from $15,000 to to the ton, and on his deathbed he gave a description of its location too vague to reward the search that was made.

Horace Pullen, general superintendent and manager of the Council Bluffs (la.) Electric Light company, was the second finder \of this lost mine. He was hunting, and in pursuing a wounded deer got thoroughly lost before he chanced upon the outcrop of free , gold. He found his way hack to camp In the dark. He hurried to Denver, where an assay showed $17,000 to the ton. As early as snow would permit, Mr. Pullen and a prospector 4 went back to the hunting trip. He could not remember the trai*>he had taken, but Judged it was five miles from the camp. His idea of distance was gauged by his knowledge of his walking ability. The country is rough and unexplored, and lie may have been at a point where a white man never before stood. Mr. Pullen then engaged a party of surveyors, and lanes were cut through the trees 200 feet apart, and each square was gone over thoroughly. He returned again the next year with an even larger party. _ , Several other parties iuyfe gone |n search of this mine, and others will probably go. While the Hill story is more or lew vague, there 1* nothing indefinite about the Pullen story—except the location of the mine. * ‘ • I ’• V