Press and daily Dakotaian. (Yankton, Dakota Territory [S.D.]) 1880-1889, 1889-02-02
R0GUES AT THE GALLERY
scENEsIN THE POLICE PHOTOGRAPH,
ER'S STUDIO.

Desperate Men Who Refuse to Give the
Artist a Quiet s~itting-rhe Methods
Adopted to Prevent a Good likeness
from Being Secured.
Next to being sent to prison, the pro-
fessiopal criminal breads being photo
graphed for the rogues' gallery. He will
resist sitting before the camera with
every means in his power, and nothing
short of a terrific beating will bring him
to terms. Even this fails when the
criminal has made up his mind not to be
"mugged," as it is quantity termed in
the argot of this country.
Instances have been known where five,
and even more, officers have ~endeavored
to hold a refractory thief so that the
photographer could secure a successful
likeness, and their efforts have failed
through the constant struggling of the
determined criminal. To meet this diff
hculty and surmount it some depart
ments have arranged concealed cameras,
so that a photograph can be obtained OF
any one desired without the knowledge
of the latter. In this city this develop
ment has not been attained, and the old
process of taking the criminal through
the streets to a public gallery and photo
graphing him in the ordinary way is in
every day use.
TWISTING HIS MUsTAcHE.
Three clever thieves successfully re-
sisted all attempts to secure photographs
Of themselves by ~distorting their features
when placed in the posing chair at Krug's
gallery.
The first was Norris, the jewelry and
dry goods thief who was captured in
Miller Bros. store in the act of stealing
a number of silk muffiers. He wore a
cunningly designed coat with huge poek-
cts concealed in the skirts, in which he
stored his plumber. After being arrested
it was discovered that he was the same
man who robbed Henry Teens, a Coving-
ton jeweler, of a lot of diamonds. Dur
ing the week he was sent to the gallery
to be photographed. Seating himself
placed the plate in the camera.
Then a sudden revolution took place in
his features. With a rapid motion he
drew his mustache inside of his mouth,
and, closing his eyes, screwed up his
face.
The detectives tried every possible
means to make him assume a natural
expression, but he doggedly resisted all
efforts in that direction. His mustaehe
was forcibly pulled from between his
teeth, and a few vigorous slaps admins
tered upon his cheeks. These had no
effect, however.
Two days later the safe blowers, James
Scribner and Frank Boyd, who were
captured Mt Gerdes' hotel with a fine out
fit of tools, were taken out of their cells
at police headquarters, placed in a patrol
wagon and driven to the gallery. They
had no intimation of where they We're
being taken, nor did they ask. The pri-
vate entrance to the operating room lies
through a labyrinth of back yards and
Railways known only to the police.
UNMoyED BY BLOWS.
This was traversed, and the two Grim
inals were suddenly ushered into the
glass 5rt,tse room igi,tni,,gg =
look of disgust crept over their faces,
and the %tallest, Boyd, broke out pro-
fanely: What in hi does this mean?'
the detective, as he pointed to the cam.
era. Drawing himself up the safe work.
er rejoined: ''Well if you think YOU arr
going to get my face and send it all over
the country you're id badly mistaken.
| won't stand it."
You sit down there" came the stern
order as he was forced backward into
the chair.
"In sit down, but you don't get my
picture. III stand a beating and you
can start when you please" he NUT
tered between his teeth.
You'll get it if you don't sit still" re-
piled the detective.
"Blaze away!' was the response, as
the subject closed his eyes and steadily
refused to open them.
During this episode the other subject
sat in u corner of the room under guard
of a policeman. guilty smiling at the
efforts of the officers to make his part
ner tractable. Once in q while a low
chuckle indicated that he rather enjoyed
tho scene. After Scribner was done
with he was marched away and BOYD
placed in his recently vacated seat. He
made no remarks, but quietly awaited
the preparing of the camera, even sub
mitting to the fixing of the focus upon
his face. But at the that the
plate holder clicked into his place his
wrinkled, yellow face changed like
magic.
Smack" came the detectives hand.
on his cheek, with the order, ''Qlen
your eyes!"
Without a moving of a muscle the
fellow Kissed back a request to go to
eternal perdition. The photographer
waited silently with his finger on the
camera cap, expecting the thief to be-
come tired and theG to catch him off his
guard. But it was of no use, and the
developed plate showed a hideous pict4
ure.-Cincinnati Enquirer.
Let Your Work Talk.