The Duluth rip-saw. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1917-19??, 1919-01-25
SUPERI0R'S SINFUL SET
STILL ACTS SHAMEFULLY
Judge Parker Lays Down the Law to Virginia Reed.
Load of Hay COnceals Ten Cases of Whiskey.
Many Blind-Piggers Fined.

| If Virginia Reed gets caught
by the police on the Superior side
of the Bay, she will be compelled
| to serve 60 days in the Douglas
county Jail.
Judge Parker recently SEN
fenced the fair Virginia to the
trenches and he proposes to en-
force his decree if Superior's
prominent society lady attempts
to return to her Tower avenue
salons.
Virginia Reed is the woman"
Of Max Rosenberg, the king of
Superior's underworld. Max has
been slipping, Of late, just like
the old Kaiser. Instead Of first
going into exile, himself, Gee
fuellte Max" has seen his queen
of low moral endeavor compelled
to cut for the highlands of Du-
luth.
Madam Reed seemed to think
chief McKinnon and Judge Par
ker were joking. She fled to Du-
Quth but, like Lots wife, turned
back. She was picked up and
hailed before the court.
81 am out of town. My home
lis in Duluth,'' declared the beau
teous creature.
"You are here now," the jur-
list replied. ~ can see you with
my own eyes. There is no use to
bubble about it. When you are
requested to get out of town it
means that you are not to put
your foot on Superior soil. I
want you to understand that the
decent people still are in control
of the destinies Of this city"
| So the fair Virginia strolls up
and down the boulevards of Du-
luth. Art and nature, combined,
make her quite easy to look at
and she is not bashful about show
ing her face in public. Chief
Lahti's eagle eye may be on her
but, if so, probably Onkel Ber-
nard will not permit the pulch-
ritudionous creatures arrest. Max
Rosenberg believes in dressing his
queen in the latest and best. In
bygone days, the Silberstein
store found that some Of it's very
best trade came from redlight
ladies, female harpies and concu-
bines Of sinful men. Why bother
about Virginia Reed?
The outlook is, therefore, that
Duluth will be a safe harbor of
refuge for this stormy petrol of
Superior's social circles.
While the sinful set does not
make as much noise as in the
days Of Joe Konkel's power and
while many dear old face of the
underworld now can be seen only
in Chicago, Minneapolis, Duluth
or Rainier, there are a goodly
number left in the lowland city.
They glory in their nastiness and
lawlessness and entirely too many
members Of the police force look
on with complacent eyes and even
itching palms, if the Rip-saw in
spectors can believe their eyes
and ears.
There is small wonder that the
great moral, law-abiding middle
class is taking preliminary steps
to organize a vigilance commit
tee to get after the redlight folk,
blind-piggers, gamblers, pander-
ers and hopheads that now twiddle
their fingers at Mayor Baxter.
Booze still flows as freely in
Superior as maple sap in spring.
The faithful, honest, loyal mem
bers of the police department
catch boot-leggers, blind-piggers
and blockade runners often and
easily. The revenue from fines ex-
ceeds that received from saloon
licenses when Uncle Konkel, now
known as jeremiah, the Weeping
Prophet, was solving the liquor
problem by sale of the Stevens
Six, the famous Hotel de Jag and
his Clarion War Cry.
Max Rosenberg and some Of his
big bunch Of low moral endeav-
orers have been in the tolls more
or less during the past two weeks.
A change of venue was taken to
an alleged Justice of the peace in