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BLACK HAND STORY ON JAWN'S ESTATE STRETCHED
Pocantico Hills, N. Y., Sept 11
Yoiir correspondent fully ex
pected to march right square into
the jaws of death when he came
up here to Uncle John Rockefel
ler's place, to take a few furtive
oeeDS at the -black handers lurk
ing behind the trees,
the armed guards
prowling about, and
the Rockefeller me
nage scared stiff
ent didn't march
right square into
the jaws of any
thing except a fine
T.ZZ September day.
As for furtive
i peeps, narvy a F. P. What was
the use of furtively peeping, when
nobody paid -any attention to
whether he, she or them was be
ing peeped at or stared out of
Not a black hand in sight ex
cept the horny mitts of the col
ored workmen who are to be
found all over the place. As for
armed guards, if there was any
such, he was in hiding, and your
correspondent couldn't find him.
First, your correspondent came
to a gate, with a big sign on it
The sign said "Private Grounds.
No Trespassing. John D. Rocke
feller." So your correspondent
wtelked right in. No one was to
Your correspondent walked
down a road quite a 'piece, till he
saw a dozen men, mostly negro'es,
jncking apples. Youp correspond"
a4- MAn.AnAaJ fo.4 md "vTH
up several of said apples, and got
away with them.
Progressing further into Rocke-,
feller's estate, your correspond
ent came to the home of Supt.
Briggs. Was informed that
Briggs was in New York. Still
further penetrating, discovered a
little stone stairway, climbed it,
and found himself in a flower
garden directly in front of the
Rockefeller home. A lot of men
were working in the garden,
about 50 more were
at work on the
house, which is un
ent walked a 1 1
around the house, t
p r o m e naded thej
porch, looked into ,
the windows, gazed J
Black Hands out uPonT e J1
been a blackhander and had had"
a few bombs in his clothes, he,
could have blown the whole!
Rockefeller institution to flinders.
Your correspondent inspected,
the grotto, threw pebbles into the
pool and finally sat on the railing
of the porch. If was about 'time
to go home. An old gentleman,"
on the roof, sporting snowy whis
kers, yelled, "Hey, wotcha dom
there? Git out!"
So your correspondent got out
Young John's two children go
driving' in the afternoon, accom
panied by their nurses and one of
Rockefeller's secretaries. No
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