The Birmingham age-herald., 1906-02-18
SHOT MAN AT DANCE
 WHO BUMPED HIM MT. McKeon InSuIted at a Tam
 many Hall Function THE BARBER IS BOORISH
Metamora Social Club Bellies Fled, Till the Floor Was Clear of the Misunderstanding Times
 In Bowery Society.

From the New York World. MT. John McKeon and MT. Antonio Pla- tanio stood drinking at bar in Tam many hall early yesterday morning. In the big hall an orchestra was playing the reasonable tune 'In the Good Old Summer Time" To the glad strains the eight hundred of the Metamora Social club were "spieling'' giddily-belles and braves of the exclusive sets of the Bow cry. The Gas House district and the lower east side.
 As MT. McKeon, a husky boilermak- CTS apprentice. and MT. Platanio. a barber, raised their glasses their elbows collided, and the jolt spilled some of MT. McKeons beer on his pink shirt front, which is his glory socially. Mr. McKeon. who is IS years old, did not know MT. Platanio, so he remonstrated politely:
 If you. do dat agin, I'll knock your block off"
 "Aw. run along an play, kid" re- torted Mir. Platanio, who is five years MT. McKeon's senior.
 A Bump on the Floor.
 Muttering threats they went on the dancing floor, and soon were whirling in the maze with their partners. Mir. Platonio. an expert spieler took the first opportunity to bump most violently MT. McKeons lady friend.
 "Gee!" painted that lovely young wo- man, "dat feller near knocked all de wind outen me-"
 MT. Patanio and his partner laughed mockingly. Mir. McKeons rage nearly smothered him, but he danced on. A few minutes passed, and MT. Platonio again approaching MT. MeKeon In the dance, planted his elbow most violently yet most deftly, in Mir McKeon's eye The insult was so palpable that MT Charles Smith, a friend of MT. McKeon, resented it, and took a smash at the Ginny," as he put 1t afterward. Like an enraged bull Mir McKeon tossed his damsel from him and whipped out a pistol
 "Johnnier' she shrieked, shrilly. My Johnnie wot yer goin ter do?'
 Do him up, curse him." beloved Mir. McKeon.
 MT. Platanio, who had no weapon, turned to run. MT. McKeon pulled the trigger; the bullet hit the barber in the small of his back, and he fell.
 
 partner, recovering himself.
 "Murderl" yelled MT Platonio's ladi- friend.
 "Twenty-threer chorused the hundreds of other Metamora social ladies and gen. tlemen, mindful only of their own safety. "On the run Skiddool Beat ftp And in a twinxling the dancing floor was bare.
 Mckeon's Minute of Triumph.
 No; MT. Platanio lay on it, writhing in pain, now swearing, now grooming and over him stood MT. McKeon, sneering, his pistol cooked for another shot At Mir McKeon rushed Stephen Murray, spe- cial officer in the hall and Fred Lang, companion of his. MT McKeon fought them nightly, but they mastered and dis armed him.
 MT. Platanio was carried into an ante room, and the dance went on. The Belle vue hospital surgeons say the barbers wound is serious, but not fatal neces- sarily Barring loud, deep oaths, Mir. Pla- tanio, who resides at No. 56 West Fourth street. will say only:
 "Pll get even when I get out O here,' which stamps him as worthy, certain of his Metamora clubmates say.
 After this social incident the police made the remarkable discovery that the excise law was being violated in Tam many hall so they arrested From Col MT. Smith, 21 years old, of No. 34S East Twenty-fifth street, who for his friends sake struck Mir Platanio.
 In the Yorkvile police court Magistrate Breen held McKeon and Smith. Collins was discharged. The magistrate said the police had not enough evidence against him.