The Duluth rip-saw. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1917-19??, 1919-06-14
CHIEF OF POLICE PALMER
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reeked with booze when he arrested him
and during all his wild actions. Others
who saw and heard the big bully IS
wild talk and obscene language also
declare that Palmer fairly stank with
rotgut whisky.
Since then, Palmer has boosted that
he will "get" Mcneil if it takes three
years.
If anything tastes better to "Bugs"
Palmer than booze, it is more booze,
as the following little tale testifies.
"Chub" Brennan had returned from
the army. He had a bottle on his
hip and, in Slosson s pool hall, got to
talking with Palmer, who was a
stranger to him. He liked the big fell
lows offhand manner and asked him
if he would like drink.
"Sure thing,' replied "Bugs."
Going out back, Brennan let Palmer
take pull at his precious bottle. Then
he saw that Palmer was policeman.
"Brother, I've got it on you. Be
careful what you do around here"
said Proctor's Big Chief. But he had
had his big drink.
There are other stunts that Palmer
has pulled in Proctor that might prove
interesting to the citizens if printed
in the great family journal.
This man Palmer is a mystery to
some and an interesting character to
others. He rarely speaks Of his past,
therefore no one in this region really
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Of having been around Eau Claire and
Chippewa Falls, Wis, years ago. For
time he worked in the woods for Alb.
Smith and was credited with being a
capable man in lumber camp.
Mike Doyle, we'll known in Proctor
and West Duluth, employed Palmer
one winter in his logging camp and all
the men called the big fellow "Bugs"
Palmer, because of his cratic ways.
Palmer drifted to Hibbing. He
tried to do a real estate and land bust
ness. Fortune did not smile on him
and he got up against it. A big-hearted
man who had done well in Hibbing, held
Palmer up for time, spending at least
$3.50 on him in real money.
Later on, in Duluth, Palmer put the
police wise to bit Of sportiveness in
which his friend and benefactor was
engaged. He thereby curried enough
favor with the Duluth police to help
him get job as patrolman under Nc
kercher. But the job was secured
through giving liberal man a dirty
double-cross.
At that time, Palmer was getting
shabby and he had been drinking
pretty hard. After he became Duluth
patrolman he kept up his boozing but,
now and then, took a layoff and did
some Of his boozing in citizens clothes.
When Oliver became such a popular
picnic ground last year, Palmer quit
Duluth and took a job in the bibulous
burg across the st. Louis river. He
did not become very popular over there
and some startling tales are quietly
told by citizens who do not care to
narrate them publicly.
There is one Austrian over there
who stands ready to swear that he
positively saw Palmer take money off
the person Of q drunken man. There
are many whispered tales Of stunts on
that order.
When on the Oliver police force,
Palmer drank more or less. It was
his custom to grab q bottle of beer
or whisky and help himself.
Last September, Palmer greeted the
Rip-saw editor with the glad hand, in
troduced him around the village and
then insisted that the visitor 20 to
the Palmer home for supper. He was
very anxious that the publisher Of the
great family journal taste some fine