The Birmingham age-herald., 1907-11-11
HERE had been some confusion

flank1ng the hOIel oe. neOh less and when it was over and the Head Bell Boy came back to his station he was considerably excited.
 Whats doing?" asked the Hotel Clerk.
 Street car ran down an old party, said the Head Bell Boy, and
 And a truly desperate and de- termined mob immediately formed and with cries of Lynch him. surged forward to hang the motorman to the nearest lamp post" said the Hotel Clerk.
 Sure that's the way it was" said the puzzled Head Bell Boy; but if you know all about it already. voucher askin me for?"
 q was merely doping it out from the past performances" said the Ho- tel Clerk. 50 the mob formed and yelled Lynch him." and then when 1t seemed that no human power could save the doomed wretch from his fate a policeman came along and told everybody to beat it. And then what happened?'
 well, they beat it." admitted the Head Bell Boy. "Only there was two policemen, instidder one. l tell you what. MT. Mclean, things looked purty scary there fur little while
 They'll look scarier in the late edi- tions of the evening papers" said the hotel Clerk. "The desperate mob is always good for half column of ad- lectives, not to mention several nouns. and one of those headlines across the front page that looks like cabinet maker built it. What became of the venerable and estimable citizen who was crushed to earth by the insatiate modern Juggernaut?
 "Meanin the old kippered guy wot got biffed by the car. l s'pose, an swered the Head Bell Boy. "Oh. they carried him into the drug store acrost the street, and they was pourin' lot of things down him and several of lem was tearin' off his clothes to see where he was killed when he set up and cussed 'em somein' scandalous. tracks with a bun on and the car bounced him up in the air few yards and sort of stunned him"
 Wasn't he hurt at all?' asked the Hotel Clerk.
 "Only where the crowd walked on him tryin' to get at the motorman," :" said the Head Bell Boy. His face was all over footprints. He's locked up now. The motorman got away, so the cops taken him in. charged with interferin' with traffic or some thin like that. Some of the mobbers they went along to the station house to make complaint against him. They was mighty determined mob from first to last. tell you that"
 "The city mob Is always deter mined.' said the Hotel Clerk. 'De- termination is it's strong point. Hops, can shut my eye now and see the scene of mob-law as 1t is enacted daily here on the teeming streets of this great city of New York A promi- nent and influential longshoreman is en route to his place of residence. He is carrying one of those subtle in- terior parcels which leave the arms free but give the legs plenty to do. He is standing out in the middle of the street gently wavering in the evening breeze and waiting for his house 10 pass him, when he is sudden ly and violently mussed mp by the ltnutI LII u CIOSS-tOWn llOlltf. luou- sands gather with loud cries. Six teen volunteers pick up the victim by his respective limbs and bear him to the sidewalk and gently lay him down on a damp spot. If he had had more limbs there would be more vol unteers. Two hundred gentlemen hover closely over him, begging ev- erybodv else to stand back and give him aid. They'd give him same them selves only they haven't got any to spare.
 "The report spreads through the ex- cited throng a penny still clutched in his or her chubby fist; also that he is the aged Apply Mary from yon- der corner: also that he is a lovely young heiress stricken down on her way to the tenement upon an errand of mercy: also that he is two hand some young clubmen, both very prom inent in society.
 After that there's nothing to it ex- cept swinging up the motorman to the nearest lamp post. The next to the nearest won't do. This is hurry job and everybody'd better be on the hop or they'll miss the spectacle of the wretched creature dangling in his death agony from the grim iron cross bar. There are cries for rope. Every tenth gentleman reaches into inner recesses of his wardrobe and produces a neat rope. Until you see New York mob you'd never guess there were so many people in a great city that have swore a solemn oath never to wear suspenders until Alton B. Parker is elected President.
 Through the tense air the cobble- stones begin to hurtle. Women cover in doorways, hiding the fearsome sight from their visions. The miserable ob- feet of the lynchers' wrath crouches against the door of his car. His palid lips move in silent prayer or something The greedy hands of the infuriated multitude reach forth to pluck him from his last refuge. And just then a policeman comes around the corner and the lynchers all have to hurry home to keep from being late for dinner l used to know motor- man named Mulcahy that was lynched 2 times before he lost count. He was a him. but he quit the job. He said the work was too monotonous.
 Its strange thing. Hops. but l notice you never hear of real lynch ing being pulled off in any large town that's on the regular souvenir-postal- card circuit. The place where they take somebody ont of the county jail and affix him to tree on the public square and then dsperse in an order lv manner without disturbing the sher- if who at that moment is under -..tx |. ...x.