The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-06-20
MISS MCPHERSON. AS SHE AP.
FEARED IN COURT IN
NEW YORK.

can be taken in only by something just
out of the box. But the little country
lass with her bright eyes and her win
ming and ingenious ways, found the
slickest of them easy.
They say she appeared in court as
cool as a Tatnuck cucumber, and never
lost control of her feelings for minute
as she admitted she was 'it," when
charged with the larceny of $500 worth
of clothing, and other naughty things.
Old timers in the court room shook their
heads and said things more or less
complimentary to the miss from up in
the country who could go to New York
and say Hey RUDE" to the slickest
men who came down the pike.
The proprietor of Hotel Lincoln SAYS
she ordered a suite with the mien of
princess, and she casually remarked
that her saddle horses would be along
in o few days, and she would orange
for their keeping. The hotel proprietor
thought he was entertaining an heiress
in disguise. and the best the house at
forded was none too good
Had Miss Mcpherson been permitted
to continue her reckless career a few
days more, she would have occupied
the famous Prince of Wales suite in
the WaldOrfAstoria, and slept in the
$4,000 bed
The New York police are amazed az
ner duQdclLy anu dlION llAeI SllC IiAS
earned the palm for slick women. They
admit they have seen women who
would walk into hotel and get room
for few days, but they never saw any
thing like Miss McPherson's GOODNESS.
She evidently ordered the suite at the
ST. Denis on the first day she arrived
IN the city, The manager took her
word for the statement that her trunks
would be along in a few days. She used
the same method at the Gerard and
succeeded in making the manager De-
leve that she wastall right
As soon as she arrived at Hotel Lin
coin, she espied an Italian count ENJOY
ing a quiet siesta on the veranda or
piazza as it would be called, on Austin
street.
The count was taking a day off while
the blacksmith repaired his hand or
gan. but Miss Mcpherson was not sup
posed to know this She had never
seen any italian counts in Worcester.
So as soon as she saw him, she knew
he was a count by the ease and grace
with which he did nothing, and forth
with laid her plans to live in palace
on the Arno. She made eyes at the
count, and this was where she fell
down.
The manager saw her, and if he had
been as much of a coUntryman as ne
was when he permitted Miss McPher-
son to register ana take the Deot SU4tS
on the first floor front, he would nave
said. GOSH! But he didn't.
He went right down and told the
clerks to look out for the young per-
son from Worcester, or rather from the
plantation in "Old Virginny. he
thought she was a little too swift for
his hosiery.
About that time Miss Mcpherson S
Worcester appetite prompted her to
test the art of the chef and as she
sought the dining room, she called at
the desk and casually inquired who the
nice man was who scrutinized her so
closely when she was winning the
count in a canter. When they told
her that he was the manager, she APP
peared pleased, they say.
But just about the time she began to
give her order in the dining room. there
came a telephone message from some
other hotel proprietor, who announced
in a wall that he had been done by a
RUDE in petticoats,' and Miss McPher-
sons CAV round of pleasure in the me-
tropolis was over.
New Workers. are now of the opinion
that Miss Mcpherson made the me-
tropolis look like a jay town. The
World said yesterday:
THE next time they sing song at
Worcester, Mass, where music festi-
walls are popular, there may be a topical