The Mankato free press. [volume] (Mankato, Blue Earth County, Minn.) 1879-1924, 1913-09-12
Crazed With Booze
Fought An Officer

Stoppeu ABOUT 10 yesterday dltef-
noon by Officer Frank Bienap1 in a
terrific struggle with a man who
acted like an ex-prizefighter me
man, who claims he is from Min
neapolis and says that his name is
John L. Sullivan, had been seen
around town several times yesterday
acting very strangely. He carried
a small bull terrier and bundle
of clothes. He would go into sa-
loon, deposit the, pup on the coun-
ter and call for drink. He would
gulp down the fiery liquor and then
beat the innocent dog about the
head. Late yesterday afternoon the
man stopped on the corner of Front
and Main streets, near the Saul
paugh hotel, and began talking saw
agely to the dog and beating it with
his first. 1t suffered the, abuse I'M
complainingly, until C. H, Saplpaugh
phoned the police station for an Of
ficer. Officer Bienapf responded, and
when he arrived on the scene, the
hieth was Sill @uSdGluS 1iiO NoSs Hhi'
Bienapf did not think that the man
was dangerous, so he picked up the
bundle which had been set down on
the sidewalk, and handed it to the
man, saying at the same time:
"Come along with me-"
Response Was a Blow.
The response was 6Gious blow
which the officer lodged and a
stream of unintelligible language.
Mr.. Bienapf then saw that he had
fight on his hands, SO he dropped
the bundle and waded in. He threw
the man to the sidewalk, and held
him by the throat until he thought
his victim would be good. He. was
mistaken, however, for the instant
he lossened his hold slightly, the
man was upon his feet and fighting
with all the fierceness and strength
of an enraged tiger. He handled
himself like a pugilist and although
the officer was somewhat bigger
and heavier than his assailant he
had good deal of trouble in get
ting him to the sidewalk again. This
time he held the man a little longer
but the result was more disastrous
than before. The fighter was up like
steel trap, and as he came to his
feet, he caught the officer glanc-
ing blow in the face. The blow
aroused the Hungarian spirit of the
sturdy policeman, and he decided to
waste no more time. He drew his
club and used it with so much force
that the blows were heard across
the street, but they seemed to have
little effect on John L. He fought
the more desperately, but about this
time, two bystanders came to the
rescue, and the three men had
plenty to do to pinion the mans
arms to his sides and lead him to
the police station.
HowIed Like a Hyena.
Once in cell, the man stripped
himself to the waist and began to
howl like a Gagged hyena, beating
his arms against the iron hunks and
shaking the bars viciously. He was
finally prevailed upon to tell what
his name was and where he was
from. He claimed that he was son
of John L. Sullivan, the old prize.
fighter, and that his father was yet
the best fighter in the world. He
screamed that he had been, talking
on the corner with his wife when
. the officer tried to arrest him, and
demanded to know if she was in the
station. He pointed to Officer Bien,
apf and newspaper man, and
said: She'll kill you when she sees
you!" When left alone the man
quieted down somewhat.
In little while, however, he re
sumed his cries, and Chief Eli
Klugherz then decided that the man
was crazed with drink and not In
sane. He ordered the man to keen
quiet, and when he received insults
for answer, the chief played fireman
He managed to couple together
enough scraps of hose which were
lying about the station to reach from
the sink in the corridor to the Gel
room. ',t c
Turned the Hose on Fellow. a
Then he once more ordered the
obstreperous John L. Sullivan to be
quiet or he would surely "souse" hin
good. Again the man refused and in
creased his bowls. The next instant
the bowls receded to shivering
gasping blubber, and Mr.. Sullivan
cooled off considerably. In few
moments the effects of the drinl
wore off, the man became almos
himself again, He promised to bt
more quiet and kept his promise
He is not the first "drunk" who
would have been benefited BY
little "cold water cure" The chic
! had to go to considerable expense
himself to rig up the hose, and nov
it is only temporary. He should b,
supplied with good hose for THU
| purpose. The hose would also hell
Janitor A. P. Thompson to keel
the cell floors more sanitary as wei
as tightening several other cleanin,
jobs which fall to his lott
Went to the Hill.
The white hope" as he termed
himself, felt better this morning, ant
when arraigncd before Judge Com
stock on the charge of drunkenness
he said his name was Pat Sullivan
instead of john L. Sullivan, and tina