The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-09-03
Inspector Tells How He'd Settle
the Guerin Trouble.
PARTISAN POLICE WORK BAD
With Four Chicago Men He Could Get
French Editor-West Side Board OF
Strategy Determines What to
Do in Such Crisis.

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points of the compass, drifting from the
Luetgert case to the Haymarket riot,
back to Dan Coughlins disappearance
and thence it suddenly switched to the
| Dreyfus trial and its attendant opera
bouffe, the siege of Jules Guerin in his
house on the Rue de Chabrol by the
| entire police force of Paris. 1t was
Jack Shea who brought that matter up
Jack Shea, the hero of half dozen
such sieges in Chicago which attracted
no attention outside of the police pre-
| cinct in which they occurred and which
ended by Jack breaking in few doors
| and dragging the clustering enemy out
by the back of the neck
| They can talk all they want about
that Paris police force" said Jack,
| but l think they're a lot of dubs.
Those boys that run around with the
| baggy red breeches and the big cheese
| knives hanging at their belts won't do.
| Here, this guy Guerin locks himself up
in his house when there's a warrant
| out for him, gives the whole bunch the
laugh and makes them look like 80
| cents. | don't like to talk about my
self, gentlemen" went on the inspector,
but if ! couldn't pick out four men
| right in this division to go with me and
| nail that guy and land him in the wag-
on I'm a goat. What do you think of
them? Sitting around out on the street
and besieging this fellow as if he was
| whole army instead of going in and
| pinching him. Say if some wise lad
would only put it to music that whole
| Guerin business would make a swell
! comic opera.
What is that, John?" asked Christie
Reed II don't think read about that
| Who is this Guerin?' Christie Reed is
| the inspectors trusty secretary and as
it was light day he had time to talk
why, he's one of them crazy guys
over in Paris who are trying to run
| all the Jews into the river" explained
| the inspector. you know. there's a
whole lot of those ducks that have no
use for Jew and they go around night
| and day yelling a bass the Juif' or
| something like that. That's why they're
| all knocking this boy Dreyfus Well
| this Jules Guerin is the editor of a pa
per in which all these hammer throWers
| get in their cracks at the Jews and a
| week or two ago the chief of police sent
out general order TO bring in all the
| ringleaders in this Jew-baiting bust
| ness, because they were getting too gay
and stirring up lot of hot-headed
| young stiffs to take wallop at Jew
| every time they met one. Well, the
| coppers went out and brought in a lot
of these fellows but this Guerin got
few friends around him and locked up
| his house and told the police to go and
| take a running jump for themselves.
And they stood for it, Instead of pinch
ing this guy the project of police or
| whatever they call the main stem of
! the department over there got few
hundred coppers and soldiers and one
| thing another and camped all around
| this Guern's house to starve him out.
h0 TO CT IStn
| There wasn't a man in the bunch they
would take a chance and try TO break
| in the door. They got lot of repub-
lican guards or the Republican March,
| ing club or something like that and
| lined them up on horseback around the
| house to keep the butcher and the milk
| man from breaking in and they figured
that when Mr.. Buffer got hungry he'd
weaken and come out"
Didn't they make a break to get in
| at all?" asked Christie Reed. whose
| apprenticeship was served under In
| spector Shea and who therefore was
| amazed at this pacific course of proce-
| dure.
mot a break" said the inspector
| But Guerin has a lot of friends in
| town, all these Jew haters, and they
| made a hero out of him. About 10000
| of them gathered in the streets around
| his house the other day and yelled
|
| publican marching club drove them up
| an alley. Then lot of Guerin's friends
| got next that he was hungry and run
| ming a little short of pork chops, so
| they stood up on the roofs of the houses
| across the street from his place and
! fired cans of condensed soup and bun
dies of sausage through his windows
| and the coppers down in the street
stood for it! Wouldn't that jar you?
Last Sunday somebody tried to hand
him q leg of mutton for his Sunday
dinner, but the guy that did the tossing
act was a little TO the bad and missed
the front window by about Is feet and
the dinner fell in among the coppers
and they nailed it. Then his nibs in
side, the boy they are trying to starve
out, comes to the window and says to
the police:
Throw us up that grub or else take
a shot at us right away
Now, there's an awful nerve, and if
he didn't know the fellows he was deal
ing with he wouldn't think of it. What
do you think of a guy locked up in a
house here in Chicago asking the cop
pers outside to bring him in a square
meal so he could stick it out little
longer? Well, sir these dubs with all
the guns and swords and things just sit
around and let his friends lombard him
with condensed milk and canned soup
and embalmed beef and things and he'll
probably stay in there all summer"
The civilian who had ventured into
the station on the strength of an old
time acquaintance with Capt. Peter
Kelly had been listening open mouthed
to the story and here ventured to ask:
Inspector, what would you do If such |
thing should happen in Chicago?"
Big John smiled and Christie Reed |
turned plying glance on the inquirer. |
with "reminiscences of what Shea had |
done under similar circumstances in |
the past.
Well" said the inspector, sit would |
all depend, but it's a cinch l wouldn't |
sit around in the street and look at the |
windows. I'd take Andy Mills and |
BraXton over there and get him in an |
hour, Just two of my men would land |
that boy in the wagon where he be- |
longs. What's the matter with those |
French coppers? Haven't they got any |
wagons?"
Maybe somebody cut the wires so |
they couldn't pull a box" suggested |
Captain Pete X ely. facetiously