Woman's chronicle. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1888-1???, 1888-09-22

whisky! vote for whisky, boys!' and then heard
another and another shout the same thing, and I
could see the whisky men talking whisky right
into men, whether or no, and so [ said, so help
me, God, I'll do what can in the fight and |
got handful of tickets and went into this tUrbu-
lent, treacherous crowd Before I got half way
around with my tickets my cheeks burned with
shame at remarks | heard, but considered the
source and if their remarks were intended for me,
| did not notice them, and though invited more
than once to go home stayed almost all day.
II remember one man who was there very dis
tnctly. He was a whisky seller by trade and a
whiskey drinker by practice. [ afterwards found
out his name was P. SQUAD. Now, this Mr..
SQUAD figured very conspicuously in the whisky
ring and got brave enough by noon to think he
could insult lady who was there, by sticking OBJ
noxious literature under her nose. The first time
he did this, she took it as an accident, but when
he repeated the act she told him she would have
him arrested Mr.. SQUAD told her he was not
afraid of the officer; and as the officer was not
afraid of him, he was duly arrested Then the
same lady had another man arrested for the same
offense. He was a big bug He lived in big
house, and wore good clothes, and was about as
mean as men ever get. He was Dr. Polensdorfer,
the editor of a German newspaper. His arms and
coat tail kept time swinging together as he walked
around roaring to the voters to vote for whisky,
and he occasionally cast wrathful chances at the
ladies present. over his spectacles, and he looked
fierce enough to devour every one of us.
stAs I said, he was also arrested for exposing
offensive literature, and he with his ardent adj
mirer, p. SQUAD, was to have hearing in police
court the next day. When the next day came,
however, the trials did not; they were postponed
for two more days. On the second day after this,
about twenty-five or thirty ladies' myself among
the number, went to police headquarters, and
about the first person l saw was Mr.. p SQUAD,
with bent head, pacing the outside hall floor,
smoking cigar. When his case was called, he
walked in with funeral tread and the expression
of martyr on his face, took his place in front of
the Judges desk, took off his hat, made bow,
and then while alternately squirting at one foot
and the other, he said: "Out of respect for the
adies-out of respect for these ladies what is pre-
sent plead guilty-out of respect for these
ladies what are present, and making another bow,
he paid his fine and went out.
Everyone there knew it was out of no respect
for the ladies he paid his fine, for if he had felt
any respect for the ladies he would have not in
suited them In the first place. SO he did not get
much sympathy
"But where was DR.. Polensdorfer?"
''This poor man was sick, not able to be pres
ent; so his case was again postponed. We Won
dered what was the matter with him, as his sick
ness seemed to be of very sudden character, he
having been seen by one of the ladies present but
few hours before; but we afterwards found out it
was some kind of a chronic ament, as the third
day set for his trial he had another attack, and
twas sho shck, sho awful shick' he could not
get there so he was fined without getting there.
These two men never tried to insult any more
ladies at the polls. Perhaps their wives needed
the money they paid for fines, and helped work
the reformation
"Well, grandma, how did the election you worked
so hard to win, go"
'Wet. The ballot boxes were stolen before the