Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1920-12-21
Keller. Pinch Hits for Fat
Reporter and Runs Into
Real MOOnShlne Story
BY o. 3. KELLER

federal building, commonly known
as the postoffice, Saturday morning,
and I got into Commissioner Browns
office with no particular reason in
mind for going, and there was an
elderly, frail-looking MANY with white
hair and pale blue eyes talking to
Mr.. Brown. and it didn't seem to be
an executive session. so I listened.
And now 1 ask you people who live
in large and fairly orderly and
reasonably comfortable city, protect
ed by police and bright lights, to
read. this account of what 1 heard
| from that elderly, slender man with
the pale-blue eyes, talking in a low,
even voice. in as matter-of fact a
manner as your neighbor would tell
about the plans for Christmas tree
at the Sunday school,
| I'VE stopped the car about half a
mile from Old Man CARROTS house.
but in plain sight. and got out. leav-
ing the taxi-driver in the car. We
went on into the woods, and we ran
up on a big still, before we were
really looking to find it. We divided
and jackson went on one side, and
Causey on the other, and I advanced
| In the middle. and we bagged the |
crew-a white man and two negroes.
1t was big still; 800 gallons. There |
was 5000 gallons of beer and
tour gallons of whisky and 81 fer
mentors. There were guns-shot-
guns-at the place. We destroyed |
the outfit and took the prisoners and
the guns and went back to where we
had left the car"
Shooting Begins
So far, this was merely a divertine
narrative. of a raid" the kind that |
the prohibition Internationally |
the 'revenooers"-put on nearly ey-
cry day, in parts of our grand old !
commonwealth removed from the
bright lights of Peachtree, which at
times are doubled by the diplopia or
double-vision resulting from the in
ternal application of the product of
these manufactures. 1t was inter-
est;ng enough, but 1 didn't know
what the elderly man was talking
Now, then
The car was gone when We got
back. We could see 1T. up by old
man CARROTS house. The driver saw
us and started driving back towards
US Two men came running after
he car. carrying guns. Another was
Following at distance. The car
reached us first. We made the pris-
oners get in: Then the two men
came up. The third had disap-
This was beginning to get inter-
without realizing what was coming.
l could feel my scalp beginning to
prickle. What was the man going
to say next?
Il was standing by the front of
the car. Causey was next and jack
SON at the rear. The two men com
ing up were Johnny Garrett and Ma
poleon Garrett. Johnny held big.
He stopped in front of Jackson. Na-ts
holding a double barreled shotgun,
aimed straight at my stomach.
&C., Napoleon Garrett said to me:
YOU He had the drop on me. 1
walked over where he Indicated He
then said: Damn you-don't come
too close l was lust saying that
we could talk without guns being
shot from where Jackson and Johnny
Garrett were standing. and then an
other, and another
Died with a Smile
'I looked around. Jackson and
Garrett were close together They
seemed to be holding each other, each
using one hand. With the other
hand each was pumping revolver
shots into the others body. There
was a smile on Jackson's face. :.
The other Garrett had his gun SHOW
could not fire at the other Garrett
because Jackson was between them
Napoleon Garrett swung his gun
away from me and shot Jackson,
point-blank. The blast of the gun
seemed to knock him over. AS he
fell, Causey opened on Johnny Gar
rett with a pumpgun. and I reached
for the nearest gun we had taken at
the still. leaning against the car. and
shot Napoleon Garrett. He went down
on his face, moaning and blubbering.
At the same time Johnny Garrett
fell, after firing once at Causey. He
was shot almost to pieces with As
er, and with buckshot from Causey's
pumpgun.
Johnny Garrett was dead We
believed Napoleon Garrett was dying
right there. AS I turned him over
to take the gun from under him there
came a shot from the woods I be-
lieved it was the third man, who
had followed the others-one of the
Garrett brothers, I suppose. Causey |
returned the fire. There were no |
more shots from the woods. Napo- |
leon Garrett was gasping very week
ly We considered him the same as |
dead We couldn't handle all the |
prisoners and take care of Jackson. |
too. and the white man, Wadsworth, |
got away. We drove with Jackson |
to Butler He died an hour and a |
half after being shot His last words
were: We'll, boys, stuck with you
He died with a smile on his face-he |
was always smiling"
Recital of Raid
| 1t seems 1 had stumbled into
| first-hand recital of the story of the
raid last Wednesday on a still in
Taylor county. At the office of D. j.
| Can't, the prohibition supervisor, l
saw the guns-the rifle carried by
Johnnie Garrett was big old Swiss
loaded. Through the hardwood stock
under the barrel was the hole make
by a 45-caliber bullet from Mr.. Jack
sons revolver. 1t was about where
mans left hand would be. There
also was the single-barreled shotgun
with which the man who told the
story had shot down Napoleon Gar
rett; and the double-barre gun with
which Napoleon had killed Mr.. Jack
son. l was told that Mr.. Jackson's
| DlOOO COVSreu the TeNOlNeT uSeu ny
the other Garrett, and that the shots
had set Mr. Jackson's clothing on
| fire. so close was the range.
The narrator of this story was E.
G. English prohibition. officer. The
Jackson. The other officer in the
raid was S. J Causey.
They knew it was going to be a
rough job" said Mr.. CAN'T. 1.-THE
CARROTS had a bad reputatio The
local police were supposed to help
the agents out, but our men had to
go it alone. 1 believe the CARROTS
came down to the car intent on get
ting English, who lives in the vic
| initU Wa have u,ira this itncr