Arizona sentinel and Yuma weekly examiner., 1912-12-05

started seeing things and talking to
 imaginary persons. His greatest de
 fusion was that he was engaged in
 building house, and his delusion was
 so real that his fingers were raw and
 bleeding where he dug bricks out ot
 the solid cement walls. He went
 through all the maneuvers of a
 mechanic working at a brick for three
 days and three nights. He kept at this without sleeping, eating or drink
 ing. His condition was pathetic, and
 the sheriff, finally, secured physi- elan who declared him insane.
 "The next prisoner, or victim of
 fate, who attacted my attention was a man 72 years of age. This man had
 been an inhabitant of Arizona for A years( by his own word of mouth). He had been tried for his life three times. A hard case, you might think. But no; merely a victim of liquor and circum- stances over which he had no control
 (according to his story). His life and experiences-in book form-through those A years, would make some of the finest reading to be had; equaling even such intrepid adventurers as Col
 William Cody.
 "'The 'wronged man is the next man on my list. AS he was a graduate of an Alabama college, and had been tried for murder five times, he con- sidered himself some pumpkins" a- though, at this time, he was confined for not paying for drink. One of his shootings is worth relating; but is only one of the minor details of his criminal career It happened in Ala bama He had found a man stealing his pigs. Instead of following the usual custom of having the man ar rested, he 'bawled him out metaphori- cally speaking, and let him go at that. The grand jury had to meet within a week, and the thief, thinking that his man was only waiting to hand him over to the grand jury, laid for him. It happened, at this time, that there was a young lady spending vacation with MT. P-we'n call him that. One evening Mrs. P. had to go somewhere to make a call. MT. F., not wishing the neighbors to talk about the young | rr,ith xr,,a oL; suggested they go to visit a neighbor. The suggestion was accepted, and they started out. They reached the veran- da, when 'Bang!' and MT. F., who car ried 38.35 automatic, started to fire at his assailant. The first shot got him at the waist, the second at the shoulder and the third in the head Che got him all right. MT. F. never told us the finish of this story; but, as he was 'wronged man, this was to be expected.
 Jack, another inmate, was a phil osopher and scientist of the first water-also a Jew-hater The argu- ments that he put forth in regard to declensions, dimensions and pigs, were good. He had been an inmate for quite while. He sprung a gag on the sheriff. One day the sheriff came down at supper time and, spying Jack, said: I think a little work will do | you good, Jack Jack retorted: You know what thought did; don't your Everybody laughed. Jack will get out to work one of these days, and, as he is an Ajax for strength, am informed, | he will make the dirt fly,
 There was youth on the other side of the house who received ninety-day | sentence. Yuma is in the middle of ! the desert, yet his ambition was to be a sailor. He practiced at swinging on the rafters and trying to get that 'Water-dog, swinging gait. He was not very interesting, though very good l natured, l suppose his ambition is on par with that of boy who lives by the sea but wants to become a cowboy. Such is human nature. A man craves anything he cannot get. Next came to my notice colored fellow who was jolly enough the night Of his arrest, but who was very quiet In the morning. It was hard to place him; but, as he carried a razor, slung around his neck by lace, you can draw your own conclusions.
 Next came Loco He was a poor Mexican boy, overcome with heat, and out of his head. He whistled bugle calls, smashed his feet up against the door of his dark cell, and cursed all 'Americanos' to their everlasting doom.
 After spending six days in the pen have seen another side of life and human nature and, although the en- vironment was not nice, it has given me an insight of prison life in the United States of America, and, after hearing the yarns of the prisoners, I am quite convinced that nothing will grow in Arizona so long as such streams of hot air are turned loose