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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, January 22, 1916, NOON EDITION, Image 2

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why his answer to the question of
the efficacy of institutions is a good
Three months ago his father died
and Joseph wandered around the
streets with other children of his age,
trying to forget the acheof loneli
ness in his heart
Six weeks ago Miss Edna Harris,
a piano player in the Overland the
ater, 1158 W. 18th st, lost her purse.
Joseph and two other boys were
there and on Miss Harris' complaint
they were arrested.
LaBt night a policeman stopped at
the boy's home, 1703 S. Jefferson st,
and left word that Joseph must ap
pear before Judge Pinckney in the
juvenile court this morning.
Joseph said little, but afterward
his aunt remembered that he had
looked "peculiar."
"Do you think they'll send me
away?" he asked slowly.
"I don't know what they will do
to you, but you've been sent away
before, so they may," was the
Joseph left the room and went into
the bathroom and closed the door.
He had two pictures. One was of
a parental home in which boys are
made into "good citizens." The other
was of his father, who died three
months ago.
On the shelf in the bathroom there
we're two bottles he thought con
tained poison. There was a skull and
bones on one of the bottles, but there,
were two pictures tuat jusepu was
He pulled the stopper out of the
bottle of muriatic acid and drank,
and, even as he suffered the burning
torture, he pulled the cork from
the second bottle, peroxide, and
drank of that
They found him unconscious on
the bathroom floor and he was re
vived in an ambulance. He looked
at the policeman.
"I don't want to go to the Parental
school," he saidT" with difficulty. "1
was there six months laBt year and
I don't want to go back." Then he
twisted his boy mouth into a smile.
"I want to be with my father," he
said. "He's dead."
He may not recover.
o o
There are crooked police in Chi
cago; there are police who share in
with the crooks and those who take
great glee in breaking heads of work
ers who have struck in protest
against pauper wages or foul condi
tions; but there are hero policemen,
too. Bror Johnson was one of them;
he gave up his life yesterday while in
pursuit of duty.
Bror Johnson, traffic policeman,
member of the famed old ,"beauty
squad" of Mayor Busse's time, and
considered one of the most efficient"
of men on the force, stood at his post
at Jackson blvd. and State st, at 5
o'clock yesterday afternoon. A man
ran up to him. "There's been shoot-
hing down the street and maybe some
one killed, cried the man, who was
E. D. Scott, 3933 Southport av.
Johnson lowered the traffic whistle
he was about to blow and sped up
Jackson blvd. His informed directed
him to the Thos. Cook & Sons
agency, 15 E. Jackson. At the door
the robber was coming out. He had
just shot. a man and grabbed $1,000.
In hishands were two smoking re
volvers. Johnson drew his own gun,
but never had a chalice to use it The
bandit let loose with both guns and
Johnson fell dead in his tracks, great
holes torn in his breast
The robbery was oncof the most
daring that has ever been committed
in Chicago. It was made at the busi
est hour at one of the busiest corners
in the loop.
A taxi drew up in front of the Cook
office at about 5 o'clock. A man en
tered. As he came in the door he
drew two revolvers. t The cashier, E.
L. Walsh, reached for his own gun,
but the robber dropped him with a
shot in the breast Then he forced

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