The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1914-07-11
HARD TO 'CHRON|Ct'
IN RICHMOND, Walls
ROAMER IN JUNGLE
Housewives Refuse to Give
Handouts to- Tramps
Knocking ON Back Doors
of Houses.

of Houses.
Eyes, sir: its the first time I've
chroniced In twenty years"
Enterprising magazine writer's have
educated newspaper men fairly well in
the slang o. the open road, but here
was a new one for the reporter who
was covering Richmond's Jungle" last
plight.
GLOW d'you mean 'chroniced'?"
Raped, pounded the doors and
asked for a hand out" was the re-
sponse. 1--WE didn't have to do it until
we left Chicago, but gettin' from that
windy burg to this town was the dew
lis own job"
Alphons Georgian sat on a log in
the Jungle" reveling in the luxury
of Pittsburg stogie that represented
the generosity of the interviewer Be
side hi msat Pat O'Harry, also wooing
the weed, and on the other end OF the
log was Fritz Reuter-, another private
in the army of the unemployed.
Show Travel Stains.
There was not much in their ap-
pearance that was progressing.
Their clothes were mostly in tatters,
their toes peeped from their shoes
and grit OF hundreds of miles of trav-
Ell was ground into their faces, and
gaunt hunger had sunken their
cheeks But when you consider that
they had covered 5000 miles between
San Francisco and Richmond, you
looked at them more keenly.
Georgian left the coast as sergeant
in the army of General Kelley, but the
title brought MIN little honor. For
twenty eight days he lay in the Jail at
Sacramento where the army met its
first reverses on the march east.
THE trouble at Sacramento was
thai we had 5000 Napoleons giving
orders and no privates to obey them,
commented Georgian. But we finally
got together and headed for Salt Lake
City where the militia met us and 1t
looked like more trouble
Colorado Too Hot.
West or north they told us. You
cannot go south for there is enough
grief in the mining towns now. Most
81 us scattered. l headed for Butte.
We had little money and grub
enough to get to that place. When 164
of us landed there we were broke and
hungry But the town received us
royalty and the mayor gave a speech
of welcome.
AT Blackfoot, N. D., we ran into a
bunch of town clowns. They arrested
me and J. p. charged me with roam
ing about from place to place and be-
:ng without a visible means of sup
port
"'There's visible means of support,
l told him showing four dollars that
happened to have, and, as for roaming
about, I'm an American Indian He
tried to get me to plead guilty and
when I refused he locked me up for
the night
Next morning the deputy came
down and lined us up in front of the
J. p.
Handling the Tools.
"'All you that plead guilty will get
ten days and you that don't will get
CO., he says. Everybody gave him the
laugh. Then he began to hand out
tools.
What's this for l asks when he
bands me rake.
That's to rake the stones off the
road for~the next week
well l started to work, but the
rake handle caught in a picket fence
. and broke off. Then l took a shovel,
bat the handle broke when l pole
vaulted it into a wagon wheel. BY the
time we got on the road there wasn't
a tool left. The next morning he turn
ed us loose.
1T took me only few days after
that to leave the army, and headed
east by myself. At Fort Wayne l met
the toughest bunch of winos that
ever saw, red-nosed buns galore"
Defines Vino.
Here it was necessary to ask what
vino is. A vino is hobo who gets
drunk whenever he can; while buz-
zard is one who is too proud or lazy
to shuttle his own scuffins and begs
mis- food from the more enterprising
tramps.
Il could have gotten all the work
wanted coming down here from Fort
Wayne, but believe me / am dead to
the world from the work it took to
rustic enough grub to keep my heart
beating under my benny (coat) I've
starved almost. Richmond was tight
this trip. Grub seems scarce as farm
hands
Georgian was tired of the interview,
for he left the log and covering him.
self with newspaper retired for the