The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-06-18
BUCKS PICTURE SHRlvELED BY
 V00DOO RITES
Awesome Scene in City Hall
 When Mystic Rite of Ancient Order of Haters Is Observed.
Beware Of the voodoo Man! Hen Bite your toes,
 He'il shatter your nose, The Terrible voodoo man.

He'l shatter yOur nose,
 The Terrible voodoo man.
 The mystic rites Of voodoo were cele- orated in City Hall, last night. in the time between twilight and midnight, time when the left hind foot of rab- bit-killed on the, grave of suicide in the dark Of the moon--is twice as potent for evil
 voodoo is an awesome rite. It's awfuaest feature is the fetish. The fetish is picture, or an image. of to be placed. It may be hated rival. or fellow who stole a job away. But the real essence Of 1t is hate: of hate helpless to triumph by ordinary nAans, such aS sandbaegfnx a fellow on the shady side of an alley at ?. m. First set your fetish: seversa rules for this. They were practicsd ct City Hall last night, when the crayQn picture of former Mayor Buckingham came In to be huns on the line with other former MayoTs Of Bridgeport.
 Present wsrs City Clerk Boucher. Alderman D. F. Walker. Alderman C.. and Aldermen P. Fl. Brady.
 The crayon was produced, face to- ward the veil. Thsss vas q shtldder- ing silence. . fierce glare. An intensity that could be cut with . lawn mower. It was the vcodoo working! The pic- ture of the former Mayor shivered in ityi frame. The canvas trenbied. In- dia ink dropped from tho canvas eyes. The voodoo was indeed working.
 'Cur-s-s-e.s! May he shriyel; may he pine, may he fade, may he perish utterly from the land, may his grave be forever unmarked. Let it be hant- ed by the hants who scar the con- science and dessicate the soul"
 The final words of the terrible inn concluded like the wall ot damned spirit.
 The incentation is over. According to the solemn rites of voodoo the enemy Is consumed by the fires of hate. and no more to be feared.
 The ceremony being quite done the
 Let us zee what it looks like?' said Alderman Walker.
 Alderman P. H. Brady turned the craynn toward the little asesmblaHe, whose members dripped with the sweat
 The voodoo had done it's awful worki
 The picture was speechless.
 Not q word burst from the lips of the crayonsd image. M
 Yet superstition was strong 90 that each feared to lay hand upon the image.
 Alderman King called for volunteers He suggested the city clerk.
 Aversion appeared upon the counte- nance Of that gentleman.
 'The janiter will take care of the pictureS' said he.
 We would be glad to hang it with the others who have gone before never to return" said Alderman De- Forest.
 His confidence in the powers of voo- doc stimulated Alderman Walker. who paid. 'Iet Us see what 1t looks like"
 He gased long into the pictured face: the picture so that all could see tho work of voodoo.
 Not a sound was heard, not a single cheer, handclap. or stamp of a foot. while the gas ligats burned as steadily as ever
 'Give the sign of our hateful order.' said the high priest of voodoo. Tine heart Of our enemy is melted. His bones flow like lava. He is consum- sd in the fire of our wrath
 It was the night of voodoo. The came. Great is voodoo How they 1 nate everybody. those voodooers. How 1 ,hey hate each other.
 In the corridor the voodoo party 1 paused. The concluding words of the ] ritual of voodoo were rendered.
 "Who is the high priest of voodoo?" ooomed a voice.
 '.He who hates the most"
 ''Who must he hate?"
 ''Everybody."
 Even himself?''
 Himself most of alt?' ..,--.-. .-~.--..-.s