The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1905-08-05
FOR PITz DOTH MURDER SLEEP
WHILE HE REHEARSES NO cor
MAY SLUMBER.

Policeman Kcough Of the West Forty
seventh Street station Sets Out Il
Quiet the Noisem aker. but Hesitatel
When He Secs the Cornish Actor.Pus
Once upon time the men OF the late
tour used to bs envied OF all cops about the
West Forty-seventh street station. The
late tour goes OF duty at 8 A. M. Two
thirds Of them 90 home. and one-third
remain and sleep In the station house on
reserve. Now, next door to the station
Is Arios Hall, and II Is a dull evening when
there isn't a dance or q political meeting
going on In Arios Hall. The reserves Of
the night tour. who 60 of duty at mid
night and turn In for little sleep, used to be
disturbed In their early slumbers by tho
voice Of floor manager yelling 'Alle-
mand leftl' or the sounds Of an after meet
ing bowling for Murphy and Tammany.
The slumbers Of the late tour were dis
turbed only by the noise Of passing electric
cara. which comes regularly and can be
horne.
But about week ago strange noises
began to come In the daytime from Arios
Hall. This Is about what the late tour used
10 hear:
A voice: NAV, blime me, ye don't sye
l. right. Wen kick i'm in the ribs, square
orr like ye wanted to be 1t, an sye: Far
be 1t from Mike Murphy to fail to defend
a palp'
Then there would como a thud, shud-
dering gasp and fall. And from the
other side Of the partition the voice would
continue:
ave ye done with Miss Wilson? Though
I am a country gentleman. ave not for
gotten the mighty blow that landed for
me the championship OF the world"
About this time the late patrol would
turn over as one collective man, and curse
loud and deep and advise Arios Hall to cut
1t out. The same voice would warn them
that II they didn't dry up somebody's
block would get knocked off, Then fair,
sweet, blond voice would proceed:
Heaven help me, what shall dor am
alone on a country road, forty miles from
homo. II remain with this man shall be
compromised. Is there no one to help
me?'
The floor Of Ario's Hall would sway and
rock with three swift steps and the first
voice would continue: 8
4 am ere, Miss Rose. Wot can simple
country gentleman do to relieve a lady in
'er hour Of distress7' Biff! Bingl slapi
More putting and groaninS. Then a third
voice, q male one, would remark:
"Gee-whilikens; this is only rehearsall'
And the first would 60 on:
wot. can | do for your Shoe the 'orse?
More roars from the late patrol. More
advice to out it out. More remarks in
Cornish about knocking, blocks of from
the other side Of the partition.
Wild and blear eyed With lost sleep, could
Pm going over" said he. This amt
a case Tor the police. its job for an
indignant private citizen: Come over and
sss b beys for 95e sSa0us
kind Of up. I've got to lick something
Keough strobe over to Arios Hall and
asked at the stage entrance for the boss
Of the show. The man at the stage door
asked what he wanted. Keough said not
70 Be alarmed. he'd only como to kill the
blankety- dash.
The man at the door asked II he had
gun. Keough responded that he had not;
only his two good Irish fists. The doorman
said 60 ahead; he wasn't responsible for
fools. idiots and Indians not taxed.
and his biceps. working. He met the cleo
trician and asked that worthy where was
the man who made all the noise In that show.
The electrician sale, 'Why'' ,Keough said:
because be was going to get the beating Of
his life. That was why. The electrician
said that the man who made all the noise
was right there on the stage, and who's
your family undertaker'f Keough passed
on.
There, between costume basket and
act scene, stood frecklefaced, baldheaded
gentleman OF middle age. He was dressed
In q gymnasium suit for this was the third
act. His bare arms, which always bring
home the money, wore freckles like hens
eggs, and below them were pair Of legs Of
singular yet stout construction. The
middleaged gentleman was talking to a
scene shifter He was saying
.This is the wye done that dude Corbett.
I tented like this, caught him in the jaw
a little one SOS to dror his guard, an then
let i'm ave It like this!" Just at this point
the sceneshifter faded over the costume
basket as though he were tired. Just then
Mr.. Robert Fitzsimmons, for 1t was he,
saw Cop Keough.
7sWot do you want2' said Fitz.
Ell come to see II the fire exits are all
right said the cop.
ISure they are said Fitz. .Blin,e me,
don't you believe me?'
sYes, SIR said Keough the cop.
The late patrol continues to lose sleep.
The noise is simply that eminent interpreter
Of realistic roles Mr.. Robert Fitzsimmons
rehearsing his show and explaining in
his moments Of ease how he really done
Mr.. Jefries.