Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1916-04-07
Count, Arrested,
.SpendSBadNight
In Fulton I ower
SemanSOn, the Coffee Sales
man, Goes From Divorce
Court to Jail and Doesn't
Like 1t a Bit

Count C. N. Semanson, having spent
a restless night in his cell at the Tower,
arc sc Wednesday, brushed his blue serge
suit, caressed the crease in his trous-
oil s, waXed the mustache on his upper
lip, set his black silk hat at a raNish
angle over his perfectly polished ear
and, lighting a cigarette stuck in held
err six inches long, strolled out to bor-
row a match from his bunkie
Pardon" said the count, "a match"
Those were the first words the count
had allowed himself to address to his
cellmates since officers arrested him
Tuesday night in the lobby of the Hotel
Ansley for nonpayment OF alimony.
Having lit the cigarette, the count
took one, two, three correct puffs, glared
at his four comrades in durance vile,
sw ung his cane over one arm and per-
mitted himself the luxury of gentle
sigh.
This" saie the count, SIS an outrage.
They promised me a private room. They
have put me in hole. Never have such
indignities been. 1 will see my lawyer"
So saying, he refused a plate of beans
and corn bread thrust to him by the
turnkey, declaring such food was not
nit for dog to eat.
The Count" is a coffee salesman. He
is we'll known. He travels widely. Club
circles know him in Savannah and Jack
sonville. They have his cards. Count
c. N. Semanson," in many southern CT
ties. In Atlanta his cloth-topped boots
have twinkled on many dance floor and
never yet dirtied a lady's spats.
But Tuesday the Count got in big
trouble. 1t began in the morning, when
he was forced to sit In Judge Pendle-
toms court and near an ordinary bar
rister call him a 'pusilanimous plaintiff
and 1.-The man with harem. Such de-
scriptions he took with nobless oblige,
even bearing up bravely when they sa'd
he ran after manicurists, stenographers
and other charmers, even when they said
he presented one of the ladies with a
dog, even when the case was decided
against him and the jury gave Mrs.
Elizabeth Semanson a first decree IN
divorce.
His fortitude was SCARED Tuesday
night, however, when they arrested him.
~ haven't paid alimony?" he ex-
claimed. 81 do not have to. My wife
was never awarded alimony."
lust the same officers took him to the
Tower and lodged him in East -Four,
Cell Two" with men accused Of all
sorts of offenses.
The Counts cell-mates do not like
him. They said he refused to chat with
them, that he chung fondly to his cane
and his hat and his tan gloves, that ne
spent his time sitting in secluston on
! his own couch or pacing restleslly up
and down the room and that they
couldn't sleep at all on account OF 1T.
They were even denied laugh at the
Counts expense, they declared, for Wed
nesday morning, when they all lined vi
to wait for the Counts appearance, ex-
pecting him to step out blear-eyed and
tousled. tie nobleman appeared briskly'
as dapper as a day in June.
at have removed no clothes at all,
said the count
Say, bo," said one of his irreverant
bunkers. "You amt no count?"
Semanson refused to reply, so re-
porter put the query more gently
1T do not care to discuss my line
age" said he. my card.
i If this was a challenge to duel the
reporter proved himself coward, fol
the Counts card was taken simply as
his one and, to him, sufficient proof OF
rank.