100 Years Ago: Warren police bring home their Bacon

This ad, for the International Harvester Company's line of "commercial cars," ran in the Warren and Barrington Gazette this week in 1913. "Modern business men and farmers have ceased to measure distances by miles. Minutes serve instead." An Ohio business man says "When I am using my International Commercial Car the expense is about the same as with a team, but when it is not in use it is not eating, and, therefore, costs nothing." This ad, for the International Harvester Company's line of "commercial cars," ran in the Warren and Barrington Gazette this week in 1913. "Modern business men and farmers have ceased to measure distances by miles. Minutes serve instead." An Ohio business man says "When I am using my International Commercial Car the expense is about the same as with a team, but when it is not in use it is not eating, and, therefore, costs nothing."

This ad, for the International Harvester Company's line of "commercial cars," ran in the Warren and Barrington Gazette this week in 1913. "Modern business men and farmers have ceased to measure distances by miles. Minutes serve instead." An Ohio business man says "When I am using my International Commercial Car the expense is about the same as with a team, but when it is not in use it is not eating, and, therefore, costs nothing."

This ad, for the International Harvester Company’s line of “commercial cars,” ran in the Warren and Barrington Gazette this week in 1913. “Modern business men and farmers have ceased to measure distances by miles. Minutes serve instead.” An Ohio business man says “When I am using my International Commercial Car the expense is about the same as with a team, but when it is not in use it is not eating, and, therefore, costs nothing.”

Taken from the pages of the Warren and Barrington Gazette this week in 1913:

Sounds of Spring

Blue birds, robins, song sparrows, and almost all the tribe of feathered Spring visitors have come back. Wild geese have gone over. Squirrels and chipmunks are running the walls and chattering. It looks like Spring had come — does it not?

Police bring home the Bacon

“That’s a Bacon job, all right, all right,” said chief Walsh, when he stood looking about in one of the summer cottages that has recently been broken into and ransacked. He wasn’t far out of the way, as developments showed. Since the 24th of last month there have been numerous small breaks reported at police headquarters from time to time. In each instance investigations have been made and whatever clues or information could be secured have been looked into. Last Friday the Joyce street school was entered. Very recently, the summer cottages belonging to Mayor Giles Easterbrooks of Pawtucket, William Hall, Preston I. Hall and the Holden cottage were forcibly entered and turned topsy turvy. Every job looked to be the work of the same hands. It had earmarks, confusion, thoroughness, craftiness were all in evidence; and signs too that some old offender was mixed up in the affair. Bacon has been under surveillance ever since he landed home from a previous jail sentence, some weeks back and two others. Rappano boys, cousins have been kept track of. The game of waiting and watching had to be played with care, and it was only a chance remark that led Chief Walsh to the end of the scent. Nothing but an old overcoat, which had been disposed of, brought things to a climax. Tuesday morning CHief Walsh and officer Hall started to play the trump cards. In the meantime Major Easterbrooks  had give na good description of many of the various things missing, and from their hiding place some of the articles came to light. This was enough. Tuesday morning the chief started in early and collared one of the Rappano boys at the depot. Locked up, his nerve broke and he told the story. Bacon did not put in an appearance as early as usual about town. His usual haunts were visited and considerable scouting was done before he was finally located. He was then on the steps at the Scenic pool room, one of his favorite resorts. He saw one of the scouts coming down Market street and bolted up stairs to the room. The scout went to telephone the chief. Coming back, with him, they found that the bird had flown. In the meantime the chief called a team from Brown’s Livery stable and started for Barrington and a barge at Bosworth’s dock. There seated at a table was the other Rappano boy. He likewise confessed and forth with began to drag out some of the plunder. The chief piled it in market baskets and loaded it in the team, with other stuff found, cups, saucers, plates, flat irons, lamp brackets, fishing pole in case. etc., an assortment to stock a variety store. Then landing his prisoner aboard, he drove to the cell room at town hall. In the meantime Officer Hull had gone to BRistol under orders to locate further of the stolen goods if possible. Wandering about the town, much to his amazement, without warning Bacon ran plump into his arms. He was dressed in a suit of bliue, with brown hat, clothing taken from the Easterbrooks house. The bold effrontery of the fellow to strut about so soon in his borrowed finery, was enough to make the most solemn crack a smile. Needless to say he was returned to the place whence he came by train. With Bacon behind bars, Chief Walsh breathed easier. The gang has been rummaging the neighborhood for weeks, and it is a question of how much they have really done. With this trio behind bars beyond adoubt, this breaking and petty thieving will stop. They are a bad lot.

 

 

 

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