The Duluth rip-saw. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1917-19??, 1918-12-28

ness relation with Madam Julia
Wallace, when she ran a resort
in Duluth, is responsible for
telling the details of the time
when R. D. McKercher, former
chief of police, was spending the
evening with the buxom landlady
but was compelled, by force of
circumstances, to arrest her for
running a redlight dump in the
old hotel Brunswick.
Julia Wallace was a redlight
lady of the old school. She was
notorious on the iron ranges and
things got so hot for her up
there that she was compelled to
open up business in Duluth,
where she could operate and Sc
cure protection from chief of
police McKercher, the man whom
commissioner Silberstein recently
stated that he hated so much to
lose.
Sister Wallace had several
floors in the historic old Bruins
wick and, on those floors, she
maintained the most complete
line of redlight attractions in all
Duluth. Her joint also was
equipped with an elaborate sys-
tenn Of signals, electric BELLS,
barred doors and, last but not
least, big ice boxes with won
derful assortment of stimulating
drinks.
Sunday mornings, the rear of
the old Brunswick spewed out
drunken women almost by the
score. A nearby restaurateur
often stumbled over them as he
was starting for early mass. But
all that is another story.
One quiet, lonesome night, dur
ing the wet and dry campaign
two years. ago this coming
spring, a bibulous bunch Of prom.
inent business men, real estat'
ers, vessel owners, and real
capitalists, finished a stimulating
dinner at a nearby cafe and
then went up to Sister Julia s
maison de joie for entertainment
more exciting than refined or
conventional. They were on an
upper floor, singing songs, alb
sorbing beer at $1.OO a bottle
cracking a container Of bubbling
wine now and then, playing skit.
fish games and making some real
noise.
With genuine effort, Madame
Wallace mounted to the floor
where frolic held sway.
"Girls, she pleaded, edo keep
quiet. Chief McKerchef is down
stairs with me-"
"TeQl chief McKercher to jump
into the lake, screamed the
girls.
Madame Wallace spoke truly.
Chief McKercher, dressed up but
not drunk, was paying the queen
of Duluth's underworld a social
visit. They talked about the war
| in Europe, the increase in mem
bership in the local Y. w. 9. A.,
the fitness of Sank Center for
hayward girls, the approaching
city election and other topics OF
the times.
Chief McKercher weighs some.
where between 1926 and 35C
pounds. He is not really a tall
man and his head is small, but
when it comes to size OF trunk,
arms, legs, feet and hands, he's
some moose Of a man.
Madame Julia Wallace is near
ly as broad as Duluths's most
famous degenerate but she is not
so tall. She probably does not
tip the beam at over $50 or 275
pounds.
It would have been an inter
esting study in physical form
zoology and mere morals to see
the two spend the evening to,
gether. To a scientist it proba'
bly would have suggested a cou.
ple of antediluvian monsters
come back to life, after ages OF
extinction.
Whether or not bestial Bob
was combining a collection call
with one social and recreational,
the Rip-saw's informant sayeth
not.
Now it so happened that, earl
Ter in the day, a former employe
of one Of Duluth's daily papers
then toiling in the Minneapolis
vineyard, was in Duluth for g
short visit. He called in the after
noon to visit a couple Of frail