The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1911-11-14
"GOt Any Iron OreS"
Sesame I'm Blind Pigs

Police Commissioner Croul is ex-
actly right when he says that Sun
day Is the day in which the saloon
keepers get away" from the police,
and he also hits the nail squarely on
the head when he declares II Is i'm
possible TO enforce the law as 1t
should be enforced. with uniformed
patrolmen, and that Il is absolutely
necessary 10 have officers In plain
clothes get the evidence against Sun
day liquor sales.
To one who did little quiet cruis-
ing on his own account. Sunday after
noon. the impressively legal aspect OF
"a uniformed policeman. mounting
guard at the door OF saloon which
had been violating the law, was a
sight TO cause a gleeful little chuckle.
In the light OF what the cruiser had
seen, 1t looked foolish 10 see a regu-
lar policeman. rubbing his frozen
nose as he stood at the door OF some
unucky saloonkeeper. And one could
not help but think of what hne
chance uniformed officer would
have to get evidence against some or
the violators that a citizen could cas-
lily find
For ways that are dark and tricks
that are vain the Sunday liquor sell
er can give Bret Harte's Heather
Chinee cards and spades and win out.
For instance, who but a master
mind ever conceived the idea or sell
ing iron ore in liquid form. and out
OF a regular whisky bottle@
II was in a restaurant, In the front
part Of a saloon at the northeast cor
ner OF Macomb and Brush-sts. The
saloon bar was exposed and closed,
as the law requires One Of those gen.
tlemen. whose total assets consist OF
an ever-present thirst. and who had
been picked up on the street by the
suggestion OF a drink was acting as
n guide. He had started for Lncker's
saloon, which he said was never
closed. nights or Sundays, but at
Luckers a big policeman stood in
front OF the door.
Well they've got Tucker tied up,
but there's plenty of other places.
said the guide. "One right on the next
corner"
II did not look promising at the
restaurant in the front part of the
saloon. The white-coated gentleman
in charge surveyed the visitors cold
Is. The survey lasted several mo-
ments, when the guide smacked his
lips rather eagerly and asked Got
any iron ore?
The man behind the counter lost
his solemn look, and laughing, said.
We'll II you put II that way and
he reached down under the sandwich
counter. produced !. bottle of whisky
and two of the little white pitchers
usually used for serving cream, but
which in this instance did duty as
whisky glasses. This precaItion was
necessary as the transaction occurred
I'm plain view and within a few feet
OF the front door. True. II might have
looked peculiar TO sec restaurant Gus
toners drinking out OF cream pitch
ers. but ii was not az dangerous as
serving whisky in clear glass, to be
seen from the sidewalk.
Another restaurant adjoining and
connected on the inside with Elm
heusers notorious saloon. at Fort and
Brush-sts.. was about the busiest
place in the city, Sunday afternoon.
All afternoon a steady stream OF rag
ged men went in and out of the place.
Eight that were counted. and who
had been inside long enough TO get
an la carte meal in the Pontchar-
train, emerged from the place stag.
gering drunk. But when a Times re-
porter entered, there was nothing do
ing but lunch and coffee. though most
of those present We're more or less
under the influence Of stronger bev-
erages.
For a real touch of the picturesque,
a visit 10 "Moxie's Place No. ~
Congress-st. east. is recommended.
Here was another situation where one
vas forced To chuckle at thought OF
q uniformed police officer getting evil
dence.
The real "Moxie's Place is closed
light on Sunday. as all law abiding
saloons should be. But there is a
door at the west, with a locked door
leading ~ the saloon. and stairway
leading upward. There is a door at
the head Of the stair with peep
hole, at which a frayed individual
stands guard. He first inspects the