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language and slander” was not the one who dumbly, blindly and complacently helped “Beast” O'Brien and i‘Lucifer” Gleason lodge the Duluthian in the Wusy unsanitary village jail, incommunicado and without water to moisten his parched tongue.“If you have no one to appear against me, it looks as if I ought to be discharged,” suggested Morrison.Then chief Gates got busy. He informed the cou*t that the case should b/3 adjourned until 2 p. m. to enable the village to produce witnesses.- Justice Cragin so ordered, on the bare request of the mighty chief.“I think this man's bail should be increased to $100,” next remarked the mighty chief of the Oliver police department. I have been looking into matters somewhat and had I known more about them last night, I would not have released this fellow on such light bail.”“I do not happen to have $100 in currency by me, judge,” replied Morrison. “I have a check book but I am not inclined to tie up that much money. I'll leave myself in the custody of the court. You can throw mo in your jail if you think best but, for a man of my standing, I think the ends of justice will be safely served if you put me in the custody of your efficient desk sergeant.” Morrison then added that if his affidavit of prejudice was overruled, the court probably would have a habeas corpus proceeding to consider before night, anyway. . J: “I wish to call up my Superior lawyer and then I am ready to go into custody and read the Saturday Post.” Justice Cragin kindly turned the defendant over to the court officer and permitted use of the telephone to Superior, something that the desk-sergeant, the two* heathen from Superior, Joe the Wop and the clay-pipe Mick had banned the Tuesday afternoon before.Calling up the Superior lawyer, Morrison stated the situation. *“ IH present -the facts to the state's attorney,” was the reply.In a short time, some one in Superior called up justice Cragin and quoted the law to him. He at once changed front, became most amiable and informed the defendant that county attorney McKay had instructed him that the affidavit was imperative in its effect and that, the next day, a transcript would go to justice Stack.Morrison then. was released. He handed justice Cragin a statutory fee of 75 cents and went rejoicing on his way. After thanking banker Brown for his kindly good Samaritanism of the Tuesday before, the Duluth editor shook hands with a few other civilized citizens and then pilgrimmed across the interstate bridge to the end of the car line at New Duluth.President Pryor, president of the oasis of Oliver, did not show himself)r offer kindly greetings. That big toad in a small puddle may have been too drunk to greet distinguished visiting journalists.Hon. Pres. Pryor has a habit of getting drunk. He also has a fad for bucking the tiger in the great Amer-' ican game of poker. Why he wanted to keep the Rip-saw editor immured in his lousy jail, incommunicado, affiant knoweth not. That must have been the influence of Old John Barleycorn. President Pryor is under the old roughneck's influence much of the time.When Oliver opened up the last time, President Pryor accepted a position, as the county papers say, at tending bar for George Baccich, M. Danculovich, et al. It was a rare sight to see the former resident of the prohibition state of Iowa mopping up the mahogany and wearing his snow-white apron.Later, President Pryor became slothful, therefore was bounced by Baccich and Danculovich. He now specializes on playing poker and punishing booze. He is reputed to have a silent interest in Judge Rebek's big booze tabernacle. That tabernacle has a three-sided bar, nearly half a mile around it. One could drive a team in the door and around that bar. The building is fully a quarter the size of Billy Sunday's tabernacle. There is sawdust on the floor. It needs only the sanctified Smithies in the doorway to make one think that the only and original “sawdust trail” is within. But all that is another story.How or why President Pryor got an interest in such a mammoth booze dispensary, affiant knoweth not, any more than he knew how or why Col. Philbrook secured an interest in the Kruth McKinney dump when he was chief of police in Oliver.It is not impossible that Judge Rebek had to hand President Pryor an interest in his liquid gold mine to secure a license. Judge Rebek needs no .protection, for he is reputed to strictly obey the law as to closing and other details.Some days ago, President Pryor wanted to go across the street from Rebek'8 booze tabernacle. Possibly he wanted to visit “Pet's Place” to eat a festive sandwich of bun, hamburger and minced onion. But the Hon. President was too drunk to walk across the street. Like a hero in No Man's land, in the battle-scarred fields of Sunny Prance, the big toad in the little puddle, got down oiito his hands and knees and crawled across. He negotiated the distance safely blit cut his front paw on a broken beer bottle that ifraS lying in wait for an automobile tire.The next issue of the Bip-saw will endeavor to have a fine picture of the president o{ the village of Oliver crawling across the street on his hands and knees while too drunk to walk upright, like a real man.
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The Duluth Rip Saw
Duluth, Minnesota, US
Sat, Jun 14, 1919
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