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-shouted -"his :;tj?nfe.' A "crowd
gathered, hissirig and-Hopting.
Annanberg .cursed the crowd.
Sonieone struck him on' the heajd.
f He fell to the ground, uncon
scious, and was' removed W the
Hospital. n "
.CHEAP AUCCHpRITY THAT
CAUSED SOME TROUBLE..
'This is-the sadtale-ofa toDten-
i- thusiastic circulation manager
with abadge, ' "" "
J J.' fteff is a sorfof sub-cfrcula-
, tjon manager on The Tribune,
under Max Annanberg. , .
Neff and all the other business
; office employes of; TheTTribune
jver,e made deputy - sheriffs .the
other day, with poverto arrest,
.and beat the hades out of anyone
they didn't like
He'ff went welling around 'with
his big tin badge and gun for
Jforety-eight hours before he
found something to amuse him
self with.
Then he found it right in The
Tribune alley J itbeing a slightly
ineSriated gentleman who snored
astKe slept.
I Neffkiekedthe inebriatectone.
' " 'Get up," he yelled in thetpne
of voice he thougnta deputy sher
iff ought to yell .get up 'in.
? The inebriated perspnj'.o'pened,
Que eye, locked coldly at' JjTefrj
and remarked:
"Wassermarret's you?" , or
words to that effect.
-"Fll show you, you dirty
striker you," remarked Heff,
flashing-his deputy, sheriff's badge
briated-one had -not nojtieed it.
"Awg home an lemmeshleep,"
remarked he w,hp had looked, on
thcwine when -it was red in the
cup.- 3
"All right," ' said Neff,- "I'll
show you." .
'Then, Neff went and turned in
a riot call or something, and had ,
the intoxicated gentjehian arrett
ed, thus.displaying'his power, au
thority, hatred for ,a striker, and
disgust at "a drunkard.' '
Tljis morning the gentleman
wjth the hangover was brought
before Judge Beitler inthe Clark
street-municipal court.
"What's your name?" inquir
ed the court
"John Ryan," said the prisoner.
"What is 'your occupation."
asked the' court, sternly. (Ail
judges look stern when address
ing a prisoner they suspect of ba-
ing a striker. It is one of the first
uiiugs a juuge i earns.;
"I'm a wagon driver for The
Tribune," said Mr. Ryan.
"Aha!" safd the court. "Do
you not know that Jude Burke
has issued an injunction directed
at, the wagon drivers?"
And just about this time the
cheSt of J.'Neff began toswell, as
the importance of his capture in
creased.. "Yes'Vaid the prisoner, in the
faint voice of one who see' his la'st
hope go glimmering.,
"Then how dare you interfere
with these men in the peaceful
prosecution of their duties to
their employers? How dare you
hreajc that injunction?"
The people in the court were
i nan agitatea way in case tne me-
ugggyU
