Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1920-02-13
GIRL HITS CHIEF,
AND LATER TELLS
STRANGE LIFE-TALE

She stood up very stradght-and
| very easy to look at in the feminine
| ward at the police station Thursday,
and she told her own story, also very
straight, to all appearances; all
about her mother and a step
father and her adventures as
saleswoman Of Texas oil tsock in St.
| Louis; and how she was married last
| April and it didn't take, and her
mother had it annulled, and why she
had Jumped on Chief Beavers yester-
day afternoon and either scratched
or bit him, the fair deponent didn't
rightly know which.
Now, this may seem to the gentle
or mett1esome reader to be a bit
confused, and so it is. Very confus-
ed, for so straight a story. But,
you see, a great many strange things
| have happened to this young girl
between the time she :matriculated
at a local female college and the aft
| ernoon--yes terday-she flaw at
| Chief Beavers in his own office for
asking her a rather personal ques-
ton. ss ~ ~ re
The Girls story.
Using her own calculations, the
story runs thus:
ri The girl is Miss Catherine Simp-
son, 10 years old in two months
| she says; II, according to her moth
er, Ms. Jessie Spencer, Of 90 Ira
street. Last April she was married
| to Raymond A. Gould, a newspaper
advertising man in Atlanta; but her
mother had the marriage annulled,
on the plea that her daughter was
not of age. 81
Miss. Simpson, then, was a Junior
at Cox college on the second day of
| last December, when she suddenly
| disappeared and went to st. Louis to
seek her fortune. She found some
thing resembling it,.
Il got a job selling stock in a
Texas oil company" she explained.
Il did we'll, L was<$ 1000 ahead when
my = other found out WHERE I was
and began begging me to come back
| home: came on to Atlanta and got
here last Sunday"
At this stage of the proceedings,
to put it bluntly. Miss Sompson got
| cold feet on the home and mother
proposition.
81 felt that I simply couldn't go
! home" she said my mother had
| been: awfully hard on me, and my
step-father had been harsh. went
to the Ansley hotel and registered
under an; assumed name"
In fact, Miss Simpson was said
| to be living in considerable style
and suit of rooms when her moth
er found out about it and had he"
arrested by Mrs. ]. c. Davis, a po-
iicewoman. '-'
Bit Chief Beavers
The alteration with Chief Beav-
ers followed soon after the arrest,
Wednesday afternoon. .:.''
"They took me to the chiefs Of
flee" said Miss Simpson, land he
asked me a lot of questions, and I
answered him politely. and then he
asked me if I was dope-fiend."
Whereupon, to the best Of the de-
ponent's, knowledge and recollection,
she hit him. She does not remember
either scratching or biting the chief,
but he had a small nip on one hand
after the encounter.
I'm sorry" she said "but it made
me so mad DIDN'T know what was
doing" .'
1ncorrigib1e Says Mother .,
And so Miss Simpson, II or 10,
five-feet-two, with very dark hair
and very blue eyes and the prettieSt
complexion you almost ever saw, sits
quietly in the women's ward at the
police station, awaiting a hearing in
the recorders court
The mother says the girl is incor-
rigible and that she wants to get her
In the Industrial home