New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1912-01-20
BREAKS THROUGH WINDOW
Negro Loving Red Socks, Then
FeIIS "Cop," but Is Caught.
STORE DETECTIVE FLOORED
Much Trouble in Sixth Avenue
Because "Artha" Couldn't
Make His Hands Behave.

Arthur Dixon is nineteen years old: he
lives at No. $50 West S7th street: he was
born in Savannah, and he is a negro. Also,
he has always been cursed with an inordi-
nate passion for brilliantly hued silk socks
and an inability to pay for them. Hence
this narrative. II there be a moral attached
TO II, II Is probably this, Look not upon
the hosiery when II is too, too red
"Artha" went shopping yesterday after
noon He has his own ideas of yhat consti-
tutes shopping. When he wandered list
lessly into a department store at Sixth ave-
nue. and 18th street. his eyes just naturally
became glued TO a pile of wonderful scarlet
socks on the counter lie tried to withdraw
his gaze from that baneful influence, but
without success.
Pretty soon "Artha's" fingers began to
itch. He rammed his hands down into his
pockets. fighting manfully to restrain the
nervous twltching Of his digits. They with
drew themselves from his pockets and
strayed over to the counter. "Artha' just
couldn't make his hands behave. Before
ne realized II. the socks-half dozen pairs
of them-were reposng in pocket of his
overcoat and "Artha" shuf'ed toward the
door.
At this stage of the proceedings MISS
Julia Turner. the store detective, followed
the forgetful negro. AS ne was about TO
pass into the street Miss Turner laid what
was meant TO be a restraining mana on
"Artha's" arm That young man suddenly
became hurried in his movements, and IN
his efforts to free himself from Miss Iur-
ner knocked her TO the floor. She reached
out an arm and grabbed "Artha around
the left ankle.
The negro tripped, picked himself up ana
landed In the middle of a lot Of gas stoves
An inspiration seized him. lie picked UP
one Of the stoves and hurled II through the
TOP of the plate glass window facing the
street. Before anybody could restrain him
he had leaped on top OF another stove ana
hurled himself bodily through the window
Before the crash OF glass had subsidized
"Artha" was streakng down Sixth avenue,
Miss Turner running neck and neck with
him. At 18th street Patrolman Silver, Of
the West Goth street station, Joined in the
chase.
Silver is built from the ground up as
the saying is A 2oo-pound sack of -four
would look anamic alongside Of him. Yet
despite his bulk. the patrolman could run
Another block and ne could touch Arthh
on the back. He did Instantly the
negro turned around and butted Silver IN
the stomach with lowered head
Silver never sat down quite 50 quickly
before, but he still kept a grip on the ne
grO's coat tails. Then he started to rise 10
his feet. The effort was accompanied by
a look OF horror which slowly spread itself
on Silvers face He gasped at boy
standing near by:
Hey, kid! for the love O. Mike, fetch me-
a barrel, quick-me pants"
The boy understood. but he didn't have
barrel Instead, he reached into his
pockets and pulled out a piece OF twire.
Then he performed an operation on Sill
ver's trousers. tieing them up the left
leg, from top TO bottom. When SILVER was
certain there would be no scandalous eN-
posture he rose TO his feet and marched
Dixon TO the station house, charged with
petty larceny.
Miss Turner had mysteriously disap-
peared when silver fell down.