New-York tribune., 1910-01-12
STIRS UP WALDORF
HOTEL ANNOYS Il
HUNGRY NAN,
SO He Dr1Ues Indian Clubs
Through Wmdoso Into
Dining Room.

Henry Westerburg, of No. AL Pacific
street, Brooklyn. took a walk on Fifth
avenue yesterday afternoon Walking
induces hunger. and when walking is in
dulged in, as it was by Westerburg in
the vain search for employment after
four prof1tless months, it seldom leads
to the pleasantest aleviation of the
pangs of the superinduced hunger. So,
when Westerburg's peregrinations led
him to the Waldorf and he got a good
look at the crowds inside eating their
fill, he was overcome by rage and let
fly pair of Indian clubs he was carry
ing.
Il was hungry" ne told Magistrate
Kernochan afterward, land 1t made me
angry to see so many people eating
when / had nothing
If Westerburg felt that an unsympa-
thetic world had been neglecting him he
had no reason to complain of a cOntin-
uance Of such neglect. The clubs flew
straight and true through the windows,
sailed along over the tai bles, three rows
of them, and struck the floor with
sound like bursting bombs. Westerburg
stopped being a nonentity right then.
The crowd in the dining room was in
an uproar, and, as he stood in fasci-
mated silence looking at the havoc he
had wrought, half a dozen Of the hotels
footmen, in gorgeous livery, rushed upon
him, while house detectives assured the
startled diners that the trouble wasn't
made by an anarchist.
The footman who reached Westerburg
first turned him over to a house detec-
tive. Thence he went along by easy stages
and the Tenderloin police station patrol
wagon to the Jefferson Market court.
Magistrate Kernochan wasn't as severe
in his aspect as he might have been
He even smiled a little, and said he was
sorry; but he held Westerburg for trial
on a charge of malicious mischief, and,
as bail was out OF the question, the
hungry one soon reached a cell. He
hadn't been there long when a waiter
from a nearby restaurant appeared
with a tray filled with steaming dishes.
Compliments of de judge said the
waiter. Westerburg said,- about ten
minutes later, that he had lost his ap
petite.
The thing that puzzled the police, the
Waldorf and Magistrate Kernochan was
Westerburg's possession of a pair of
brand new Indian clubs that looked as
if real money had been paid for them
just little while before their polished
surfaces were scratched by the passage
through the Waldorfs window. But
Westerburg explained that.
Your honor he said, II have been
out of work for four months. I am
carpenter, and a good one, too, but 1
cannot seem to find employment. l
tried to get a job shovelling snow when
the storm hit town, but they wouldn't
even let me do that. L used to be a
pretty good club swinger and 1 thought
| might go around and give exhibitions
in the back rooms of saloons. l walked
the bridge from Brooklyn this morning
to save carfare and bought that pair of
Indian clubs and had to go without
break kfast because they took my last
cent
Il tried to give an exhibition in a
saloon over On First avenue, but l guess
1 had lost my skill, for they laughed at
me and put me out without even giving
me a bite to eat. AS I passed that hotel
/ looked in and saw all those people eat
ing there.
II was hungry, and it made me angry
to sec so many people eating when |
had nothing. I stood and looked at
them for while, and | got angrier and
angrier. and finally my arm came up
and l threw the clubs through the win
dow without half knowing what l was
doing