Los Angeles herald., 1907-04-01
ARMED SAILOR
MAKES ALL JIG
INTOXICATED SALT TERRIFlES
PEDESTRIANS
Uses Blank Cartridges in New York in
Firing at Dupes' Feet, but
PoIiceman's Fist Finally
Fells Him
special to The Herald.

Special to The Herald
NEW YORK, March 31.-Charles
Schiller, deep sea skipper, with per-
sonal cargo of kummel and schnaps,
corralled fifteen men, women and chill
dren at the corner of One Hundred
and Eleventh street and Third ave-
nue. at IL o'clock last night, and caused
them to execute a hornpipe. which he
punctuated with revolver shots.
They were only blank shots, but the
fifteen victims did not have the con-
ISOLATION of this knowledge; neither did
q crowd of men and women who looked
on at the wild dance, and tried to
surround the joyous sailor.
Schiller hove to at the corner and an
chored for long time against lamp
pole before he cleared for action. His
| first victim was an jnnocent-looking
man with a market basket. at sight of
whom the jovial skipper drew forth his
shining gun and began to jig and sing
''Zlng, Zing, zipg," like a deep-sea
pirate. The man with the market bas-
ket tried to side-step, but the muzzle
of the revolver followed him in half
circle, and the joyous sailor sang out:
mot so fast, cap'n; get in step there.
Now dance!"
"Bang!" went the revolver. and the
prisoner, in sheer terror, fell into the
| jig.
Made Women Dance, Too
A few small boys crept in to see
| fun, and before they knew what was
happening, they felt an imaginary re-
volver bullet singing between their
toes and under orders from the skip
per, they lined up with the first pris-
oner.
Tho sailor was delighted. He cor
raled a man who was edging by in
the middle of the street. He hailed
two frightened women who tried to
run, but who were too scared, and in
jiffy he had them in line and jigging
to the tune OF his "Zing. zing. bang!"
In five minutes he had his line COM
plete, stretched across the sidewalk,
and he threatened pain of death to any
OF the onlookers who attempted to in
terfere. He was sparing Of his shots.
but the muzzle of his revolver was
everywhere.
The prisoners in their fright danced
| themselves into exhaustion, and Vainly
called on the surrounding crowd for
help. Men In the crowd tried to circle
the drunken sailor. but he without
losing a bar of his hornplpe song,
swung this way and that, always with
The protection of a wall at his back,
and when he was out of breath he
laughed himself hoarse.
| TouSoHlaU Fdocu 1dH NaTtTiu9GS
He fired four shots, and 1t happened
that these four were blanks, as after
ward was found out. 1t happened
also that the fifth was a solid shot,
and he was melting his prisoners to
fresh antics when Policeman Akst, OF
the East One Hundred and Fourth
street station, appeared.
"IIa. ha," roared the sailor "Cops
are my meat"
He turned from his line of dancers
who fed into the crowd, AS Akst
rushed at him the sailor poked the
muzzle Of the revolver with It's one
remaining solid shot, under the police
mans nose.
What might have happened in an
other minute no one knows But the
right arm OF the cop checked what
ever was going to happen. A big fist
caught the Joyous sailor on the point
OF the jaw and down went Schiller
revolver and all. and before he got up
half a dozen pairs OF strong hands had
him so he couldn't move.