The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1905-01-20
AN EMOTIONAL STRAIN RAID.
COPS FIND HISTERIC CALM IN
FRENCH POLITICAL CLUB.
Charge Amid storm OF sofas and Chairs
Fight Ncn In Tears and Tree All
Ready for MartlrdOni OILY Picked
Then Clemln de FER Is 50 innocent

Detectives O'Brien and Young were in
jefferson Market court. where Magistrate
O7nmen is sitting. yesterday with two
small, dark gentlemen, who, as they waited
their turn TO stand trial, embraced each
other Historically and wept O'Brien
looked them over and sighed heavily
DRY your pretty eyes, dears, said
O'Brien I'm the nervous wreck Of the
police force along OF you I've raided
chinks and ginnies and Bowery haugouts
I've been bowed up by giant powder and
kicked -enseless by the Yakey lakes but
so help me, | never knowed the hardships
Of being Il cop until raid ed a French game.
No, twasn't what you could call physical
violence Twas tho emotional strain
Then he stood by and watched while tho
two victims explained to the Mag 7trate
with voices and hands and feet and tears
that -chemin de fer doesn't resemble
faro. even il they do deal from box
The raid occurred early yesterday morn
ing. C'Brien was the innocent come-on
who got into the headquarters Of tho French
Political club in West Twenty ighthstreet,
and watched them playing -chenin de
fer. which is a game played with cards and
a box and a layout. When he satisfied
himself he gave the signal. and the door
went down, disclosing the customary line
OF sturdy bluecoat- The police strobe
into the room Tne dealer gave them one
look
.Trahisonl' cried the dealer, and tainted.
And then. in the language of O'Bren, Hell
popped
Fifty wild Frenchmen seized everything
movable in the place and hurled 1t at the
officers. who went down in a heap Of chairs
mattresses. tables, faro boxes. sofas and
stools The proprietor Of the place stamped
up and down over the pile calling out, for
no special reason:
~Nive la liLcrtel'
When the detectives managed TO poke
their head, out Of the mass the proprietor,
with still less reason. had stuck his head
into a stationary washsland and was try
ingto burrow his way into the cellar. Three
men were stamping up ana down ne noor,
tearing out great wads Of hair and deposit
ing them on the stove Four others were
embracing each other just IA If 1t was a
re- zllar gymnastic drill, and large, bald
headed Frenchman was kneeling on the
table roaring.
"Fet ees superbel Grrr-rrl"
The rest were piled up like a tooth all
scrimmage, waving their arms and legs.
~ doorway was unguarded, tut 1t never
seemed to occur TO any one 10 escape.
O'Brien poked his head over a sofa and
looked at Detective Young VINO was trying
10 disengage himself from char.
It's the Blooming dale Debating Club
we We butted into, said he The police
arose and charged again.
Courage camaradesl' howied the
Frenchman on the table. La fenttreE
And ignoring the door. they began 10
dive through the window. three stories up.
O'Bron cut his way through flying legs
and arms and shut or retreat in that direc-
tion just az the proprietor. crying neon
headforemost 0 Brien waited for the
thump Of a body, but there was no thump.
He swung a droplight and was aware Of
tree utside whose upper branches had out
the standing room only sign There
thew swung. eight Of them. stepped, 'as
Mark Twain said Of the Gambetta crisis.
In a profound French calm.
The inhabtant Of the top branch was