The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-03-29
PARROT MADE
 NOISE LIKE A
 REAL BURGLAR
Police Reserves, Fire Squad ron and Fred D. Ives In
 Early Morning Tumult

Then After the House Was
 Stormed Laughter Sup
 planted Tears How 1t
 All Happened.
 .sAn Easter Uprising or 'fWho Pick
 the Lock-
 N.hO o'clock.
 Place-s7 Wordin avenue and neigh borhood-
 Cast-Residents of neighborhood, Bremen and blue coats
 Act One-Wordin avenue.
 Act .Two-No. 8 Engine House.
 Act Three-Same as Act One. Act One-Mrs. Edward Russell, wire ef Driver Edward Russell of No Truck stationed at the Norman street, house, is awakened from her sleep be- tween and o'clock on Easter morn hg by strange noises ernanatlng from he front part of her home on Woroln E Evenu.e
 Pick, pick, pick, etc., the strange noise continues. Mrs. Russell gives put one guess. She says to herseI, There are burglars trying to enter the front door lock" The noises still continue Just then her little son en- ters. her room and asks, Mother, what
 ssSh. Sh.. she answers, as she bun Hes the clothes about his head so that ne could not hear the noises and thus
 
 B loud crash.
 ssThey,re in,'' screamed the frighten- sd woman, as she grabs her son and faashes for the back door. In her light and fright she forgets that she s attired in nothing but her night clothes. Unlocking the back door She 10 the home of ex-Aldermal Fred D. Ives next door. Fang, Bang. Bang Ind screams awaken the sleeping in mates of the Ives homestead. The burly ex-city father grabs monster horse pistol from the confines of the bed. clotbes and goes to the door.
 His first question is What do you want 2
 sThere's burglars in our house. says he frightened Mrs. Russell, telephone
 Alderman Ives gets the central on :. Inc wire-@Give me the Third precinct s auic.z.,;
 pf the wire,'' This is the Third pre- einct, what will you have, rain or now 2.
 ssThis is Fred Ives talking, there are burglars at Ed. Russelps house. e7 Wordin send out the reserves" Were sn'' came back the reply, will do that right away.
 go off duty shortly before that honl h the morning. ands the man on the phone to Headquarters and tell them 10 get out the pie wagon in quick time After calling up headquarters the man sn the desk calls up No. engine house where Driver Russell is peacefully
 Second Act-sDing- ding. ding-a- ings' on No. s's phone. The phone make a grand finish in a game of sol- taire This is No. 3's''s he says, as be answers the rings This is the Third s preeinct-tell Russell that there Ire burglars at his home. Get him over there. The cops are on their way n the patrol Weary takes the flight +rafr fftf fIaa llA nj lire laddies in one leap. His efforts 10 arouse Russell awakens the other sleeping inmates He. however, soon him with the intelligence that there Ire burglars at his home. Russell humps into his fire togs and into his rubber boots and running to the bed- tide of John Slamthedoor, gets him ap and tells him to rush over to his house. John ever alert for excitement up and out in jiffy. grabbing pitch fork on his way out. Russell ltdps to put on collar and tie. He gets out of the house on the double quick, but soon finds out that he can not makea speed with rubber boots. He rus1es back into the engine house, throws the boots to one side and puts 5n his Sunday shoes. He then dis covers that he has not asked his cap lain for special leave of absence to cave the engine house Having ob- fained the necessary permi iSSi0n, he Eets out of the house again, and ar lives at his home just the patrol wagon with Sergeant Phil Blansf1eld Ind six other stalwarts draw up in lront of Fred Ives home. The awak- ened firemen in 3's house from the windows in the rear catch an occa- sional glimpse of white clad ghosts 7arting to and fro from porch to tree and from tree to porch on Wordin ave que Young Slamthedoor arrives in the aroused neighborhood with pitch fork in his hand, before the patrol ariyes up the street. He reports to Fred Ives ready for action Ives fear Lr-. oirrI7% rear of the house and over the back fence, orders Slamthedoor, to his barn to turn on the electric lights, so as to throw a flood of light over the Rus tell back yard. Slamthedoor does as he is bidden. but for some reason or other could not seem to locate the however, when the patrol drove up.
 Act Three-Arrival of the patrol. which empties his weight of humanity Not the arrival of Russell. There's TOUT house officers" shouted Fred Ives, styour prey is inside, do your auty.'' Russell rushes up to Sergeant he front door. BIansf1eld inserts the 1 key into lock. while all is breath1ess l si1ence on the outside. The door is 1 opened and BIansfield stealthily enters. l He is stopped short by a voice Come ! Enss is the call, Come in.'' The sud- i len stopping of B1ansf1eld throws his | A6sorne in'' again breaks the silence. 1 The leading officer turns on his cleo 1 Eric pocket light. There on the floor i before him tripping b1ithlely about on 1 inc carpet strode parrott The | featfered biped looks up at the blue 1 eoat and comes across with another | stCsorne in" Bird seed is scattered | about the carpet, in one corner is the | bottom Of the parrott's cage, and 1 dangling from the ceiling is the upper 1 part of the careg. The officer gives 1 5s big laugh and has to be held up by his Companions Here was the cause l of all the coTnnotion- F.Io | The officers are, not content and pearch the home, but can find no trace vf a bold bad burglar 16rm Russell from the window Of the rrQcHRlineS- She