The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-11-12

Syfoot, or the BE NOISE oA 1fo-
 hibition, all the way from Yankee land, has struck the compla'cent city of Glasgow. It had a little talk with MT. w. E. Johnson-that's his ortho-
 dox name-just after he had address
 ed an enthusiastic meeting in the
 Christian Institute.
 found him the very essence of
 courtesy and communicative to de-
 gree, but I had one great difficulty with him. That was his accent. He didn't guess or ca1c'late" to any
 great extent, but his drawing vocal ization was often baffling. However, Mr. Johnson, being the courteous fel-
 low he Is. generously "encored" any words had failed to grasp!
 "Pussyfoot'-let's call him that, since he bears the sobriquet no
 grudge!-is no ascetic either in ap-
 pearance or practice He is no de- corus lead-penciltsh reformer. Big and genial, he is "all there,'' both physically and mentally. cursory survey of the mans virtle frame lends convincing color to the many stories of his prowess. His cranium, bereft of a disloyal thatch, also bears testimony to the strenuousness of many of the esca pades in which he has taken part
 For nearly six years MT. Johnson was Chief Officer of the United States Indian Service. During that period he was instrumental in convicting in the Court little over 44oo men, practi- caIly all connected with the liquor traffic. Some of these offenders, he
 remarked with a tw1nkling eye. 'tare
 in the penitenttary yet. Eight of my i assistants he continued in casual l vein were murdered during those ] operations, and a whole lot of them
 were stabbed and shot at. This was i the time when the gun business in 1 the west was at its zenith.
 1 Burning Out Gambling Houses. 'In America years ago 1t was said 1 that juries wouldn't convict in liquor ' cases, but I secured convictions in l more than 90 per cent. of the cases l I brought to an issue. cleaned up | the Indian territory. 1 burned out i 76 gambling houses. The only reason I didn't burn out more,' he added i with a chest-convulsing chuckle, 1 was that there were no more to ! burn! I burned hundreds of dollars
 worth of stuff.'' Then, as if some ex- i plantation were required to meet the British idea, MT. Johnson added con- 1 vulsiveIy-"It was the western way
 of clearing up a Western difficulty. l "One willy fellow tried to scare me 1 to death. If ever I came to his town, 1 he said, he would kill me. had 1 never been to this town, but under i these conditions I could not afford to allow my challenges like that to 1 get away. People would get 1t into their heads that I was scared, so I
 decided I might as well die right II away. sent a scout into the town,
 and he then reported that the bar
 tender had never seen me, nut he
 had a description of me.
 50 I changed my appearance, and l rode into the town on horseback I jumped off my horse, and went into the saloon. The man was standing behind the bar with a revolver stick ing out of each pocket. I slammed down a dollar, and called for a drink He handed me out some soft stuff. I smashed the bottle on the coun- ; ter, and demanded some hell fire That's what they call whisley. Then he got me some hell fire from
 a trap-door. wanted to get close to
 him, because he was a gun man
 There was some tobacco right at the
 end corner of the counter. When
 I started down that way he came
 and turned around. with the revoI- l
 out and put them to his ears, and
 marched him off to jail.''
 Amusing Experiences.
 Now I solicited, let us have g
 few of your amusing experiences'
 MT. Johnson promptly compiled.
 'T had a habit,'' he said, "of mix,
 ing a locality where nobody knew
 me. There was a batch of fellows
 standing at a street corner talkins
 about the liquor business. As soon a.
 the question came up, I got going
 cursing "'Pussyfoot'' and told then
 stories of what he had done to me e and how I had tricked him. Ina a 1oosened up all the other fellows, anc s every one of them told stories of how s they had managed to get liquor into s the territory.
 That did it. During the next two O, s three weeks Something happened a (NIr. Johnson smiled ever so broad s ly) to each of these fe1lowsi M, stories, of course, were faked, bu z theirs were true. They gave me val uable information, and they were al apprehended within two or thre % weeks.
 q Then one time I got in a train a H Shawnee, I slipped in the back O $ the train, and into the smoking de Fl Sle0p0T. AS soon as 4 got across the border into the Indial Is country I went up into the smokin 3 car next the engine, and there I dis a covered four 'nips' of whiskey. s5 seized and destroyed them, and sIipp a ed to the back of the train agai s without anyone seeing where I wen I sat down in the smoking compart S ment, and nobody recognized me # Suddenly the black porter stuck hi A head in the door, exc1ai1ning-.If an H of you gem'mens got any booze, bet H ter get rid of 1t. Pussyfoot Johnson E up in the smoking compartment rais E ing henI'' Two of the men in tn & compartment were scared out of thei 5 wits, and threw their drinks out C E the window.
 @ '' It got off at M'Aloster, and on E of the two men I spoke to went E the same hotel as I. I registere M first, and when he saw my name h E looked at me, and lifting up h E hands, he exc1ain ed-'My Godi' '' E What Scots Did.
 E Finally, I asked Mr.. Johnson if + E would give me a message to the pet E pie of Scotland. This he did in 1T