The Duluth rip-saw. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1917-19??, 1919-04-12


as king and queen.
Looks Like Ready Money.
To see Col. Burnside strolling
down the street one would think he
were the mayor or president of some
national bank. He wears an Eagles
large as sauce dish. His hair is
oiled and perfumed. Silk underwear
soothes his tender skin. On his fin
gers are diamond rings of great size,
>rilliancy and value. Some Of the
underworld folk firmly maintain
that Colonel Jim,' as they fondly
call him, sleeps in pink silk pajamas
with tfnkling silver bells on his long,
aristocratic toes.
AS the great family paper previous
ly has stated, Col. Ulysses Grant
Burnside came to Superior from
Ashland, where he left a redlight
lady to toll for him and to bring him
coin earned by her shame. Finally,
the lady died and left "Colonel jim"
stranded flat. Eventually, he picked
up Mary Montgomery, the mother
of three unfortunate children, teach
ing her how to sell beer at $1.O0 a
bottle and finally starting up his
double-decked candy store and buy
ing stylish home on Banks avenue.
Burnside Came From Michigan.
! Once upon. a time. Col. Burnside
conducted a candy store in Houghton,
Mich, where he lived with decent
1uifo ond ooun1o 30 rhi1dop
When Burnside finally went
wrong, the original Mrs. Burnside
left the man who now is one of Su-
perior's most prominent citizens and
went to Montana.
What the people of Superior can
not understand, is the failure of Col.
Burnside to accompany Grandpa
Mark Paine. Ed Hanton, Roy j.
Hill and Oscar Ahlgren to the city
hall when the wet petition was filed.
That delegation needed only Col.
Burnside and Hon. Max Rosenberg
to do the city proud on that momen-
tous occasion.
Max Rosenberg, alias "Gefuellte
Max" for several years king of Su-
perior's underworld, also was a prom
inent guest at Mayor Baxter's April
Fool party. He was obliged to go
home early, therefore put up heavy
bail until day for the trial. Poor old
Max was accompanied by one Of his
bartenders, Col. William Roy.
Bad Luck for Rosenberg.
Poor old Max Rosenberg, who sold
his soul to the devil many, many
years ago, was shot and nearly killed
last summer by Bill Stevens, his part
ner in the notorious Cafe America.
He was in the hospital for weeks
and his left wing failed to timber up
at it should.
Some weeks ago, Max Rosenberg,
the man who imagines that money
can square" anything or anybody,
went to the Mayo hospital at Roch-
ester to have his lame left wing
fixed up. He had not been back many
days before the purity squad raided
his place, found a large quantity Of
hot red liquor, which meant a press
ing invitation to Mayor Baxter's
party, something impossible to de-
cline.
you're shedding my blood, Mr..
Mayor" Max mutters, and If he does
not cut out his Jesse James stuff,
the city of Superior will have much
Of the collection in Max's safety de-
posit box in the public treasury, for
support of the police department.
It is stated that Max Rosenberg
is very anxious to sell out his no
torious old dump SO that he can
60 to Chicago, where he hopes to
bask in Mayor Thompson's sunny
smiles. Some weak-minded sucker
can get quickly, easily and fully
"done" if. he will call on poor old
Max with wad Of real money.
Holmberg Is Caught Again.
August Holmberg, a druggist, at
TIA Tower avenue, seems determined
to 60 to hell with Old John Barley
corn. In the wet days, Holmberg
was considered a reputable druggist.
OF course big bunch of prominent
redlight girls who "denned up" over
the Holmberg store usually escaped
arrest, but few believed that Holm
berg kept them protected or had any
connection with their wicked way OF
living. -.
Holmberg has been caught and
heavily fined several times. II men,
ory is correct, his last escapade cost
him $1,000. When he and most OF
his staff of booze dispensers were
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