OCR Interpretation

The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 04, 1911, Image 9

Image and text provided by University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign Library, Urbana, IL

Persistent link: http://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn83045487/1911-11-04/ed-1/seq-9/

What is OCR?

Thumbnail for

No Crime to Go to 5-cent Sh,ow
With Ugly Man Carpet
Beater Is No Weapon of Of-
' fense. t t
. Mary Sullivan and Elsie Mont
forth have lived side by-side on
the West Side foe years. But not
in peace and amity. Not at. all,
and their troubles culminated in
a trip to the Maxwell street court
and a session with Judge HjmesL
Court was over, and the judge
was issuing warrants to outraged
"Couple of women to get a war
rant, judge," said the court bailiff.
Judge Himes peered over his
glasses and realized with the
knowledge of long experience
that he was confronted with a
neighborhood squabble, and an
other female .snarl had to be un
tangled. '
: "I suppose each )o you wants
a warrant for'the other," said the
judge, intuitively,
"Yes, your honor; you see
she " chorused both ladies ex
citedly. "Stop it; stop it?" cried the
judge. "You'll bojh be having
trouble with me, in a minute.
Now, Mrs. Montforth, I'll hear
from you' . , -
Mrs. Montforth Elsie was
of the type commonly known as
kittenish, and with a bobbing of
her fruit-laden hat she-'bareder
anguished .heart.
"Judge, your honor," she be
gan, with' a cpysjnile,-"! have
been 'Jiving next to this la :wo
man (very scornfully) for three
years, and I haven't known a mo
ment's peace.'in that time. -Yesterday
she hung a carpet over
her fence, and beat it.so the-dust
came in my yard. , I. protested
mildly, quite, l mildly, judge, -I
merely told her if she didn't stop
Fd knock her block ofL Then-1,
threw the carpet . off' the fence,
very politely. She . put ..it back
again,- and when. I made another,
grab for it she hit me with the
carpet beater Judge, my eye was
hurt, and. I was humiliated to be
hit by a woman of her quality. So
I didn't make any attack onher,
because I am a lady rand, shestill
had the carpet" beater. I. came
down here, for Tjust knewj could'
get justice from such a nice man
as you. . . '
The judge, seeing the-trend of
Elsie's remarks, and not caring
for the flattery, shut her off.
'How about it, "Mrs? Sullivan 2
Did you hit her?" he demanded.
"Sure, judge, I-hit her," de
clared Mary, with a militant ges
ture. "It's my fence, the carpet,
was on, and she didn't have a
right to throw-it off. 1 didn't
want trouble, cause t knew if I
started, anything I'd- be. in court;
the next; morning sayingGe,od
morning, judge '-x Judge,, if I'd
been mad, L'd put so many dents
in her- she'd a;-lpoked like a wa:
fie. But I didn't hit het jbecapse
she threw; thecajepet off the, fence.
No, inde,ed,.;Judgej. what do you-
- --f?i

xml | txt