lit!b-j.*5ndlitndTried to Cut HerAcquaintance Withareyara Knife, She SaysDAISY TELLS THE MAYOR SHECAN’T BE FOOLED; CENTURYAFTER HER THROAT.\' wib.?r-s-s:HiStit’s nil right to cu? one’s acquaint ance. But you want to be dog-goned careful how you cut it. Do it with the old method of casting un icy stare, or with a piercing look. Don’t try it with a pocket knife or razor—safety of the kind that you crank. EveryClenlv11into day won’t be the day after a primary,lrand .the Mayor won’t always be feeling as jubilant as he was today. So be-1RregL-0r3ware.' Century Pickett was in court thismorning, charged with assault and battery on Daisy Robertson. Century appeared to be about as old as his name implied. Daisy said Century came at her with a dangerous looking knife. Century denied it. saying that he merely threatened to beat her up, cut her up. throw her out of the window, and tell her just exjactly what he thought of her. But—and Century told ‘the Mayor that he was going to tell the truth about it: that he wouldn’tf’teil a lie, a-tall.“Ah merely told dat woman, Century explained, “dat Ah was going to ut her ’quaintance. Dat’s all. Jes’ cut jlier ’quaintance.”“Guess Ah knows de difference be-jtween mab ’quaintance and mah throat,” Daisy said. “He didn’t say nothin’ about any ’quaintance. He said mah throat”But Century was an old man, and the evidence against him was not the* % jstmnmit inK the world, and besidesanWj\V;'.V f£5YclettinmiPhreitotoitinoni the mayor wtb unusually jubilant— \Ha “fe a r ing not