100 Years Ago in Warren: Potato thief
Two bag boys at the Warren Mfg. Co. plant got to fooling on Wednesday morning, when they were supposed to have been at work. As a result one of them is lying in Dr. Hall’s hospital and the other is doing some tall worrying. Max Stadler, whose father is employed as crossing tender at the SOuth Main street crossing during the night and who lives on Water street, and J. Dyoranski, whose father is a common laborer at the mill, were having a few moments of good time in the midst of work when Dyoranski said to Stadler, “You see how sharp the point of my knife is.” He raised the common, ordinary knife which he had in his hand and open, and made a lunge for Stadler. He either misjudged the distance or struck harder than he intended. Stadler was but thinly dressed on account of the heat in the room where he works, and the knife was sharp enough and the blow had a sufficient force, to pierce the boy’s clothing and enter the abdomen.
Streets not safe
It has evidently reached the point where it is not safe for a woman to go on the streets of the town unattended, after dark. It seems a shame if it is the case, which it certainly seems to be. More than ever are there being drawn to the community a lot of undesirables, who will not hesitate nor stop at anything. In the case in hand, there could have been no motive except that for which lynching is the attendant remedy in the south. The young lady does not seek notoriety or like it, that this event has caused. And it is only taht it may be a warning to such villains, that the people of the town are ready to cope with them, that any publication of the affair is made. Saturday evening about 8.30 Miss Emma Bosworth was on her way home form the office of the Tanner Ice company where she is employed and her father, Council President Walter S. Bosworth, to whom she had telephoned, was on the way to meet her. She went out Market street and when she reached Burlingham’s lane, hearing a strange noise, she turned to see where it came from. As she did so a man jumped up behind her and grabbed her.She was so startled at first that she did not know what to do. They were directly under an electric light. She recovered her wits in a moment and began to scream vigorously. Her father, although some distance away and on his wheel heard her and so too did a man from a nearby house. As the ruffian grabbed her the second time she screamed again. Seeing that her cries for help had aroused the neighborhood, he let her go and ran as fast as he could.
Officer Hull picked up a man about 2 o’clock Saturday morning, digging potatoes in the garden of an east Warren resident. The officer thought he did not recognize the man so assiduously at work as the owner of the place and thought he would stop over and question him. He did not get much satisfaction and so took him along with him until the time was ripe when the man with the hoe could give some intelligible account of himself. Finally, after being locked up for a while he consented to offer that his name was Wilmarth and that he hailed form Riverside. The officer thought he ought to have the privilege of telling the judge about his potato expedition in East Warren, so later in the day Clerk Lonergan was called into the case and heard what the fellow had to say. Clerk Lonergan decided after reviewing the situation, that the man might have a better opportunity to do plain farming where the inconvenience would not be so great to the neighborhood do the East. Wilmarth was arraigned and pleaded guilty to the charge of vagrancy. Thereupon he was sentenced to six months in the state work house. Wilmarth will no longer be troubled with his neighbor’s difficulties. A hill of potatoes will no longer look good to him. When he gets out he will probably think twice before he digs in another man’s pasture. Add to favorites