The Sully County watchman. (Clifton, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1894, 1888-09-22
THE POLICEMAN AND THE MONKEY.
A Mischievous Brute Carries on and De-
stroys an Officers Helmet.

"Please bring my hat down. Fido;
that's good monkey. Bring itdown,
and I'll give you some candy. Come
ahead, Fido."
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS"
bring it down, monkey. What's
bis name. you black-muzzled macaroni-
caterp Bring him down or I'll club you
to death"
II cunno bring heem down unless
he lik n to come. De monk he have-a
de strong-a temp. He no take de
coax
"Cheep-cheepm
"Gol blast you! You shriveled-up-
uh-uh-what in hell will l call him?
He'll have that helmet pulled to pieces.
Come down. Fido. please"
"His-a name not-a Fido. Gala him
Spaghetti
This interesting conversation took
place at the corner of Sixth and Park
streets, says the Cincinnati Enquirer,
the participants being red-faced. per-
spring policeman, a dark-skinned son
OF blue-skied Italy, and a diminutive
Senegal monkey, who upheld his side
of the debate from the cross-arm of
telegraph pole thirty feet above the
sidewalk. The monkey was placidly
picking the officers helmet to pieces
and lcisurcly dropping fragments of
the fast-disappearing tile into the
street. In corresponding ratio the
officers patience was slowly frittering
away, and hollow-eyed anger was tax
ing the vacant place. The owner of
the monkey was in the throes of de-
spair, and several times called upon
the heavenly powers to touch the ami
mails mind, and cause him to- descend
with the helmet. Finally, amid the
cries of the crowd present, and the
heart-breaking sobs of the monkeys
master, who screechcd: "Oh, my
poora monk!n the officer drew back
and sent his club flying against the
mischievous beast, bringing the sadly
tattered helmet to the ground.
This scene was the second in the
drama of real life in which Officer Jer-
ry Collins, Nicola Dacome, and "Spag-
hettin took part. Dacome is the own
or of a hand-organ and the monkey,
and has been giving entertainments in
yards and on street-corners. He was
playing on Sixth street when the Off
Ger captured him and the monkey.
"Where's your license!'' demanded
the copper.
..Have-a no lice. Gette de monk and
der org" explained Nicola, as Spag-
hetti climbed up his leg.
Then / arrest you and that thing
for giving a theatrical performance
without license, rcjoined the police
man. "Will you walk or will call
patrol-wagon?"
just then Spaghetti got flash at
the policeman, and attracted by the
glitter of his buttons and badge. .leaped
from the organ and climbed up Collins
frame until he reached his shoulder.
Grasping the helmet he found that it
was movable, and tearing it off skinned
up telegraph pole about ten feet
away. Then came the demolition of
the helmet in plain view OF the owner,
whose fearful pleading caused sob af-
ter sob from the crowd. Finally, when
| coaSing proved of no avail, he hurled
his mace in wild despair and brought
down the coveted head-coyering. The
monkey darted down after il like n
flash, and was nailed by the infuriated
copper as soon rs he reached the
ground
bdu ulhS YOU, you liltle ItallaH
| thief, I'll shake YOU to deathin
"Carrissima! Don't-a shake-a de
monk" screamed Dacome, "you weel
keel-a him! Don't-a keel-a my Spag-
| hctti!f'
End poor Spaghetti family "chirp-
ed. us though he would say: Shake
some one of your own size" At the
Third street police station the Italian,
der monk and der org" were locked
in one cell, to await the Judgment of
the police court Judge.