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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, November 03, 1913, Image 6

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Rescued when four policemen formed
human chain.
Peter Hornak, 20, 1314 W. 16th st,
shot and killed himself when his
fiancee roasted him for getting suit
she had bought him dirty.
John Young, 2, -shot and badly
wounded by Officer Wendell at 29th
and S. State sts. Suspected of being
Mrs. Josephine Henning asserts
that Attorney Forrest cannot shake
her story.
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Lieut.-Gov. Barratt O'Hara, with
his customary freedom of thought
and his utter disregard for the criti
cism of the class known as the "silk
stockings," has joined the Hoboes'
And in taking the oath of member
ship he raised his right hand and
swore that he "never under any cir
cumstances would become a strike
breaker' This should bring a fresh
outburst of disapproval from the Illi
nois Manufacturers' Association.
O'Hara met Jeff Davis, president
of the hoboes, at the Women's Trade
Union League ball at the Hotel La
Salle Saturday. They were discuss
ing hoboes.
"I'm a hobo myself, Jeff," said the
lieutenant governor.
v "Well, let me make you an honor
ary member of our union," suggest
ed Davis. -
"Not I want to. become a regular
member because I'm the regular kind
of a hobo," replied O'Hara.
Thereupon Davis issued a card to
O'Hara and made him raise his hand
and solemnly swear:
"I, Barratt O'Hara, lieutenant-governor
of the state of Illinois, do sol
emnly swear I will help uplift my
fallen brother and never will I spurn
the weak and oppressed. I always
will return to his home every run
away boy, and never under any cir
cumstances will Tbe a strikebreaker."
He was then shown the grip and
given a union button. His "number is
o o
led Wyroi
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An acquaintance one day implored
me to accompany him to his tailor,
where he wished to lodge a protest
against the fit of a new garment,
don't you know. Let me assure you
it was deucedly embarrassing to hear
him utter his complaint to the tailor
person in this language:
"Say, boh, Is this here job a fit or
just a spasm? Put me hep. Across
the back of this coat fits like a bal
loon, but across the chest it's so tight
I can't heave my lungs without the
buttons flying like a flock of clay
pigeons. And, say, one shoulder
slants down as if I had been wreck
ing baggage all my life. Nix on these
pawnshop dummy togs. Make me
some human-being rags, see?
My word!
Manhattan has nine buildings
having" more than -thirty stories.
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