The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1884-04-13
MOURNING pOOLE'S DEATH.
A COMRADE RkCOUNTs THE HHSrORY
OF THE NOTED PU0ILlSJ.

Oh CntI8tOpu8E vtE0ots u0oH suO A0AEys Aos -
crosstown car. On the curbstone near him
stood stout Grinlsd man Of about sixty or
sixty-nve. plainly but neatly dressed. with trav-
cling bag In hand. Rasing with rapt express
sion at tho upper story OF plain. old.fashioned
brick house opposite. A tear trickled down
the old gentlemAn's chcek. Turning. he said:
MY bsst friend died in that hc-se twenty.
nine years ago to-day. There's many yet liv-
Ing In the old Ninth ward who will speak we'll
OF him. Do you soc that window over the door
OF 1912 Well. sir. In that room died. after liv.
ing eleven days with a bullet in his heart. the
brnvost. kindest nobest-hoartod man OF his
tlme In this city"
who was her'
His name was william Poole"
bill Poole. the prize Hehtsr7
NO" answered tho old man. he was Bill
Poolo: but he mover fought for prize. and he
never was IN fight Of his own seeking. He
ago this ward was populated from one end Of Il
Su sas 0 from q sa shss
wards mostly Irish, who had their hsadIuar-
used 70 think Il waa great sport to como every
might IN gangs Up int the Nins Wssd snd
sr the Ninth and ss
Sssos. lighter. none other than John lors.ssy
who had then won good dearof nOtOriety In
man from .ho shof, Boys. ~ IL the Ninth ward.
ers were called to stand up IN front Of him. AT
butcher. He furnished small meat TO the. prin:
oipal hotels. He was q medium sized. but
sS nons ana %s a wo Is
NJ y" They met one night at a stone yard over on
smiling but Bii brought f him down .i Ms; and
Ss the bes o. Il. p,sSe no and made shs SGt
general scrimmaxs II was the worst battle
was sss s Sr from wSo Ths
$%s.s'a ssd: sot !hS; nixhs Wsii: ai,ss tsas
kill him whonnever or wherever he found him.
Two Of the Senate gang. PAT Mclaughlin.
manIthe sumo that nftorward shot Bil!-lali
for him one night ut tho Gem saloon in Broad;
alone. he. gave them both q licking that laid id
81 s!iss Is and EsF PosS s5
Boys drove them back Into Church street and
In 81. Bin Boole gave up the butcher bust
Howard street. Hers when Bili was away. the the
s b rn not psa
put UP sign In his place which read. No
man who don't sst meat on Fridays e wanted
down ., "a Bsosdwas When n aaorso w chrs.s
and tickets only twenty live sents---when there
would DO ,n gang q Twenty following rs every
smiling ana unconcerned as IL lie. hadn't m
enemy Ia the world. with his boots shining like
biz dasas IN stye sna f"
Inn .hd msn aiant wear hair On their upper
But II I'm going. to toll you how Bill Poole
DAY sss eiH II: D 4a s", ,
Charley Lozier. his brother in law. and G. W.
anWs apa TsSi to D'fB had RS ssss
for tho INKS. whom some one said, John
BsS y ss Rsns sss hin roo~
.I6Ss B SGg as Morrisssy let's
9sSss; J s; ISs, Elm 81 name
Who had BEEN drntps g a msse
Dill To s end .a ,Hea s S92
snaf q !st sSo liz %s,; :n
4 nistei 70 Xorrissey. who raised ]! and eoSersa
yeseids how II TO .th arm ean
Ing, on the bar. with a, cool smile on his Iins.
as Tns %hs
ran IN and seized Morrissey. but Rue stepped
Sa ns"sa hs sSf s oa is and IL
Sns & ae :sSn rao
gIzed to Lorenzo Dengo for boinx the cause OF
pa h. Sa not have
,siSSss door was olossd 81 t9rensos bartender.
some time, and had two or three drinks sT and nd
about I o'clock. as VIC, were preparing 70 90
o.n .a aao * e & sso Lew sHs
ssy fS.y nsa al b % e ba' r.
Sss Sc Sy 81
~ "a ;sssa
rs oe he HS %hs sh't s s,%
Es S hs PsSs and a cSS %
Irish policemen Of. the Eighth ward were In:
th tsSs there IN
could not flnd. and whom they aitsrward
Stuart RI. On that charge: ..,., 49,.
i iSrs Crowd: S9ysIsd BsSaax;y a iI9n. q
It would have been sure death for one OF Nor.
r!ssey's gang to have showed his face In the
Ninth ward during the eleven days that Dill
Poole hung between life and death: The night
before 10 died was up in that little room with
him. It was Wednesday, March Z. His face.
that had always been flushed with healthy
color was pale his skin. that had been as soft
a. womans. was wrinkle and hot with fever;
and his formerly bright honest looking blue
sSsS sSs Ss $SsS sss sS Ed y
O'Clock the next morning, just twenty nine
years ago day. he died. lacking one month
OF being thirty-two years Of age. His last words
were. I die true American His funeral was
on the next Sunday following March II. Dele
s1t from Albany. philadelphia Baltimore. and
white horses. with black housings and. black
was broad band Of black velvet. on which was
inscribed in large block letters Of silver the
words. do true American There were
1000 people in the procession, which took
forty minutes to- pass the st. Nicholas Hotel
and both In New York ana Brooklyn tho streets
were almost blockaded by the crowds that
pushed and surged In Thorn.
4, Ana nov. young man. let mo tell you that
the idea held by your generation that Bill
Poole was rough and o prize fighter is o enr-
rone0us ono. and old New Workers. viii ali tell
you tho same. He was not a teetotsler, though
NO man ever saw him drunk; no played cards
for hntn a otana