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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 07, 1913, Image 27',
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SHIPPY A SORROWING
MAN AT KANKAKEE
George M. Shippy, former chief
of police of Chicago, spent his
first day in Kankakee asylum, a
broken, sorrowing man.
And over the home at 6421
Monroe avenue, which houses his
wife, his daughter and his invalid
son, there hangs today a cloud of
Shippy's farewell to the city he
ruled with an iron hand so long
was pitiful in the extreme.
He walked the three blocks
from his home to the Englewood
station, hanging to the arm of his
wife, a small and wistful-appearing
All the way he shook and fal
tered. He looked as if he were
drugged. Perhaps he was. Per
haps the doctors had done that to
prevent any outbreak at the last.
On the station platform Shippy
still clung to his wife's arm. She
brushed the coat of his collar
mothered him. He always called
her "mother" when he spoke.
Mrs. Shippy began to cry, soft
ly, hopelessly. Shippy straight
ened and then leaned over his
wife and tried to comfort her. He
was almost the old soldierly chief
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"Don't crv. mother " J anirl
"There are so many things more
terrible than this. There is death,
you know, mother."
Mrs. Shippy cried the more.
At the end Shippy began to
realize that he had been adjudged
a man without a mind, he who
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for so many years. You could see
that it hurt.
He pulled his hat down over his
eyes. He smiled in a shamed sort
of way. A newspaper photogra
pher snapped his camera at him.
Shippy looked at him and made
a gesture. In the old days he had
been friendly with the newspaper
men. He tried his influence for
the last time. .
"Please don't, old man," he
pleaded. "I don't want them to
see me like this," and he swept
his hand downward, indicating
his wasted, stooping figure.
The newspaper photographer,
who had known the old chief,
forgot about an angry city editor,
and there was a sob in his voice
as he said ;
"All right, chief ; not this time."
All the other newspaper pho
tographers fell back except the
American man he took a pic
ture. Police Captain John J. AJcock
of the Woodlawn station walked
up to Shippy. Shippy stiffened
and saluted. They were brother
officers again for a moment. Then
Shippy turned away.
"Come out and see me, John,"
he said in a broken voice. "I'll be
all right soon."
The train pulled in. Shippy,
accompanied by Deputy Sheriffs
Houle and Bein, Bailiff Isaac
Doff, his brother, Charles Shippy,
his old friend, A. G. Mohr, and
Alcock, boarded it.
Mrs. Shippy walked to the
steps. She did not kiss him good
by. She just pressed his hand and
then turned away, struggling