The Duluth rip-saw. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1917-19??, 1919-11-15

chief McSweeney of Cloquet and chief
Murphy OF Duluth a: short time ago.
As a result Of their adding, grave in
Justice was done to one John johnson
and capture was delayed in the case
of the other John johnson. 49,"
Incidentally, too, patrolman L. A.
Boot is much more clever at capturing
2 John Johnson than is chief Murphy.
The latter went clear to Cloquet and
came back with the wrong John John
son. Mr.. Root staid at home and his
John johnson not only came right to
his home but started to put storm win
dows on the Root-house.
This "Too much johnson" business
is a story Of mingled comedy and man s
injustice to man.
One of the many John Johnsons in
Duluth really was to blame, for the
mixup. John johnson, a carpenter, was
charged by Clara Lundstrom with as
saulting her with such force and eff
feet as to blacken her eye. Soon after
the alleged assault on the fair Clara,
Johnson went to Cloquet where he
worked as carpenter on the Braa-
fladt-Diesen building.
1t so happened that one of Cloquet's
John Johnsons was working on the
same building in the humble station OF
a hod carrier.
Clara Lundstrom swore out a COM
plant against John Johnson, the car
penter, and chief of police Murphy
asked chief of police McSweeney, at
Cloquet, to arrest the fair Clara IS al
legged assailant.
Cloquet's big chief ambled up to the
new structure on Saturday, October
25, at about 11:45 a. m. ~-..- ~-~
"Be you John Johnson9" queried
Insolvency., as he peered through his
glasses.
Yah, Ay ban Yohn Yohnson," ad-
mitted the sturdy hod carrier.
"You re wanted in Duluth,' de-
clared McSweney, as he firmly grabbed
John johnson by the arm.
John johnson was much amazed. He
tried to find out why he was wanted
and he also tried to tell big chief Nc
Sweeney that another John johnson, a
Duluth carpenter, working on the same
building, probably was the man he
wanted.
Insolvency. then grabbed johnson
tightly by the collar and the back of
the neck, evidently fearing that his
prisoner would climb on top Of the new
building and escape.
"what are you trying to doi Let
90 Of me. I'll 60 with you," said
Johnson.
The prisoner tried to tell big chief
Insolvency. that he could not be the
man wanted because he had not been
in Duluth since Labor day., But Nc
Sweeney was as deaf as the proverbial
adder and would listen to nothing. He
threw the poor hod carrier into the
Cloquet Jail and then compelled the
prisoner to buy his own dinner. Nc
Sweeney did consent to bring the din
ner, but he took the order to a res
taurant that charged so cents for the
feed. i
Then the renowned John Murphy,
chief of police Of the great city of Du-
luth, came flying into Cloquet in a
rapid benzine buggy.
care you John Johnson7" asked
chief Murphy Of the half-dazed pris-
oner.
"Yah, All ban Yohn Yohnson," was
tho reply.
Chief Murphy told him he was want
Il - ,l,.xk
again tried to prove an alibi and to
show that another John johnson was
the one wanted. But chief Murphy
proved as deaf . and unresponsive as
insolvency. He refused to heed hod
carrier johnson 8 information that car
penter John johnson, Duluth man,
really was the one he should arrest.
"I1l take you anyway, and, if you
are the wlcng man, we will let you
CO.. was chief Murphy's resourceful
reply. ..- -.r
So hod carrier John johnson was
rushed to Tuluth in that rapid auto.
mobile. They threw him into the
lousy city Jail. He got three sand
witches for his supper, but the city
paid for them. At about p. m, John
johnson was called out, told that he
was the wrong John johnson and
turned loose.
"Who's going to pay for my loss
OF time, expense Of being arrested and
harm to nay reputation7" queried John
Johnson.
"Wbat the HI do I carea' replied
the polite officer in charge at police
station.
Then johnson spoke of the cost and
trouble Of getting back to .Cloquet.
ooh, you had nice automobile ride
il from Cloquet; that ought to satisfy
you," spoke up another officer. .
John johnson had been grabbed and
brought to Duluth in his mortar stained
: working clothes. He spoke about not
wishing to spend Sunday in Duluth in
such q soiled garb.
Oh, you re nothing bnt ! working