The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1910-02-17

KID you had to give away. Can !
come down right away and get it"
The receiver was slammed on the
hook by the young benefactor as he
made grab at his hair.
Boom! Slam and a tinkling of glass.
The forces from the outside were clos
ing IN on their captives. Picking out
OF the front door in order that he
might dodge any more missiles, Boil
niger prepared in his mind speech
a speech that would rival anything
that he had ever given while on the
oratorical platform of Washburn col
lege or while practicing law. He
framed the talk, and grabbing his
threw open the door. waved the flag
OF truce above his head and asked for
silence.
His appearance created a clamor
and din that was heard for blocks
around.
Where's the kid?,, "Come through
with the goatl' ST was the first guy
here; give him to me!"-and a million
other phrases which were blended into
one continuous howl
Boysi Listen to me! I want you to
listen to me a minute. I want YOU to
wait minute while Il But it was
no use. The kids wanted the goat and
not a speech. Passersby gathered in
the street rapidly and when the young
attorney finally looked UP he saw be-
low him on the street and filling the
yard a crowd of probably $50 people.
Even the street car motormen had
slowed down their cars and were treat
ing their passengers to the perform
ance.
All of a sudden there was a lull-
there is always a 1ull in all storms and
stories. Taking advantage of the quiet
ness, Bolinger raised his voice as he
never did before and yelled so that it
might be heard for blocks:
II haven't got anxy kid-0et inf of
here" And he lodged back into the
house.
But far into the night the telephone
rang, the crowds surged at the back
and front doors and the demands were
made.
The next morning the captives
looked out of their window and there
stood the same old crowd. Not until
the school bell g, few blocks away rang
did the boys dispense. The telephone
girl had simply connected up her
sw1tch-and the bell kept up a con-
tinuous ring throughout hurried
breakfast.
For three days this performance was
repeated-and each time the sieging
enemy was from some other part of
the city. Finally, one afternoon the
visitors had dwindled down to one
lone boy who tapped gently on the
door and asked for "Mr. Bolinger."
His diplomatic request for the Angora
care of it for life appealed to the at
torney-and he gave up the goat. The
recipient was little boy named Moran
who lives in Quinton Heights.
Then, returning to the house, he
snatched the telephone during a 81
lence of two seconds when his wife
was not answering goat calls and
gave a hurried number
rs this the State Journal?"
Eyes, sir" came back the answer
Say, if you people ever say another
word about that goat I will clean out
the building. I will get some rocks and
break out every window I see, 1 will
whip the editor, business manager and
all the Office force, I will blow up the
office, 1 will"
Completely out of breath, the at
torney hung up the receiver and, turn
ing to his wife with a sigh Of relief,
he repeated a motto that once hung in
the court house corridor:
Does 1t pay to advertise? Yesl"
The above is an accurate account of
what nearly happened to Bolinger 1t
was serious enough at any rate to
almost ruin his angelic disposition and
that of his wife