Morning journal and courier., 1885-11-24
POLICE NOTES.
A Man From New York Steals an Oy ercOat-A Forlorn Mother and He Babe Find Quarters.

Man From New York Steals an Oy-
 ercoat-A Forlorn Mother and Her
 Babe Find Quarters.
 James Wilson, young man who says that he lives in New York city, was arrested by Officer Jotham Orr last even ing for stealing cheap overcoat from in front of Bernstein's clothing store on State street. Wilson was without an overcoat, and feeling the air growing chilly, he thought be would procure one and so helped himself He afterwards discovered that the coat was too small for him, and was arrested while trying to pawn it at Levy's.
 About 10 o'clock last evening the patrol wagon drove up to the police headquarters and Officer Donnegan entered the office with little baby wrapped under his heavy over coat, and following him came wretched looking woman, bareheaded and but half clothed The officer, who still held the sleeping baby in his arms, told Lieutenant Wrinn that the mother, who said her name was Shay, was found lyirg in an outhouse with the baby beside her. The kind-hearted lieutenant locked the baby and it's mother in the women's department of the lookup where she and her baby could keep warm, and then sent in some milk for the latter, whom the mother said had not tasted food for twenty four hours.
 Mir. George Vance, the pleasing motto vocalist, has been engaged as stage manager at the American Theater for the remainder for himself when he appeared here last year with the Davene & Austin show, and his work last evening, when he gave selection of his famous motto songs, strengthened the favorable impression of his abilities and es tablished him at once in the good graces of the patrons of the American.
 Mccullough and a Tender Amateur.
 From the Cleveland Leader
 When he was here several years ago he told funny little incident which had oc- esr5e6 ,ciaas sl2,i1 saezf published, but it is forgotten now "The Lady of Lyons'' was the play, and among the players was a maiden amateur who had the stage on the brain and had it bad. She tore passion to tatters, and threw fire and fervor into her love scenes which both amused and excited the audience. At times she fell from the sublime to the ridiculous, and where Claud Melnotte, in the shape of Mccullough, was describing his palace on the Lake of Como, repeating those tenderest words of Bulwer, the maiden's bosom was seen to heave, her eyes to fill with fire, and when he closed with the tender sentence, 'sPrithee, love, dost like the pictures" she threw herself into McCullough's arms, cry ing out in tones of supe1lative affection, "Oh-h-h-h, C-l a-u-d-e," lingering sweetness long drawn out She then collapsed like a balloon, and hung, as Mccullough said, like plaster to his form.
 At this moment disgusted newsboy in the gallery, in the same tones in which she had uttered her last exclamation, howled out, "Oh-h-h-h, s-l-u-s-h."
 The house came down. The audience roared, clapped, howled, and howled again: Mccullough burst into ha, ha, himself, and nearly dropped the love-sick maiden. The girl, however, showed no sign of laughter She carried out her part, but the next mo ment, with 8 caressing gesture, thrust he1 fingers into McCullough's hair at the side away from the audience, and, pulling bunch nearly out by the roots, hissed in his ear, ssHow dare you laugh, sir, at that vulgar re- marka'' The pain in his head brought the tears to his eyes, and Mccullough resumed his part in the scene of love.