The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1920-12-09
EDITOR FAILS
In HERO ROLE
Might Have Been Hero But
Flashlight Rays Prove
Chilling to Feet.
BURGLAR SCARED TOO
Editor of News Looks into Bus
mess End Of Flash Light
but Marauder Escapes.


mans door-and failed utterly. He
had chance to get real live burglar
right in the act and make story big
enough for the front page, but he just
naturally fell down on the assignment
and the fellow got away.
For some fifteen years the editor
had lived by the side of the road and
with view of being friend of man
had left the back door latch-string
out. Carpenters were busy putting a
new lock on the door today and get
ting key for it and in the future the
gentle art of the burglar is to be
halted long enough for him to jimmy
the lock.
Wasn't Scoop Either.
1t wasn't a scoop either. Down at
the home of Clifford E. Hackett, on
Park court, a burglar went through
the house and he got away with $123
in money and Mr.. Hackett and his
family slept through the night with
out knowing they had entertained"
until this morning. Then Mr.. Hackett
sought his trousers and found them
in the kitchen. He sought the $50 he
had left in the pockets of the trousers
but he is still looking for this as well
as for the S63 taken from the rooms
in other parts Of the house. Mr..
Hackett reported his loss to the police
just after seven o'clock this morning.
The editor had read all of the books
on "How to Treat With Burglars" and
"Shoot First Before the Burglar
Shoots You," but he is convinced that
the man who wrote these books never
awoke from virtuous sleep to look into
the face of blazing fashlight.
Rays Not Warming.
The editor also had read lot of
things about the warming rays" of
the fashlight, but it took only few
seconds for him to know that the
warming rays" did not get down as
far as the feet and that when they.
shone out through the blackness Of
dark house at two o'clock in the morn
ing that they had chilling effect on
the extremities which was permanent
enough to bring inaction long enough
for burglar to shiny down a stair
way and pick his way to freedom.
"Why didn't you hold him till we
got here? p was the comforting saluta-
tion Of the chief, as he came Looping
into the place with fashlight in one
hand and gun big enough to win a
Mexican border fight in the other.
"Why didn't you hit him with
chair or something's" chorused the
police officers who followed, each
flashing the lightning bugs" and
clinging close to his revolver.
Forgot All About the Gun.
where was your gun ?" the officers
shouted at the editor, who was nearly
in a condition to go into one of these
schools for correcting speech. The
editor warmed up under the presence
of the police officers and showed
willingness to admit that when ones
feet are cold it is hard to use all of
that good judgment preached by the
books of instructions and the police
officers. He admitted that possibly
the warming rays of the light from
the hashlight had paralyzed his trig-
ger finger and that he just naturally
preferred to be a live editor than a
dead hero.
In explanation it can be said that it
all happened just at two o'clock this
morning. A lone burglar got into the
home of w. T. Marlatt, editor of the
News, early this morning. He made
his way to the second floor of the
house and was busy with flashlight,
inspecting the rooms, when the editor
was awakened and opening his bed
room door ran slap dab into the fell
low. Possibly the burglar was as
badly scared as the editor-we said
possibly-at any rate, he did not re-
spond to the salutation or the sugges-
tion to leave card. He slipped off
down the stairway and the editor
never even tried to hurl chair over
the parapet at him.
The editors wife had more chance
to follow the orders of the book. She
was farther from the burglar and with
telephone at the head of the bed she
called the police. They broke speed
records and were there in three min
utes and came in through the door
which the burglar left wide open. No,
they didn't find the burglar, but they
made sure that he didn't' leave any
thing behind to indicate his identity.
For the use of the hashlight the
fellow got $3.50 Did it belong to the
editor? Nope-the maid.'
In passing it might be said that We
editor appreciates the compliment the
burglar paid him by suggesting that
he might get something of value.
Incidentally it might be mentioned
that the burglar overlooked $1.65 in
the editors pants pocket.
Better Luck at Hackett Home.
1t is the opinion of the police that
the same man who visited the home
of the editor was responsible for the
burglary at the Hackett home. The
house was entered by opening rear
door and the burglar had searched all
over the house evidently looking for
cash. He went into the bedroom .occu-
pied by Mr.. Hackett and later into the
room occupied by niece and secured
pocketbooks in both rooms. The
rified pocketbooks were found thrown
on the front steps at the Hackett home
this morning. Not one of the men,
bers of the Hackett family heard the
man at work in the house during the
night and it was not until they got up