White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1924-12-26
REPENTAN1 IN JAIL
warns MAYNARD YOUTHS

in the Spokesman last week, was re-
ceived at the penitentiary and imrne
diately raroled and for the next ten
years will be ward of the state of
Oregon. While still in Jail awaiting
his transfer to the penitentiary young
Replogle employed his time in writ
ing the story of the crime in verse
according to the following clipping
taken from an Albany paper:
Advice in the form of warning is
given those who would enter upon
a career of lawlessness by Clarence
Replogle, youngest of the quartet
now held in the Linn county jail on
an Indictment charging robbery OF
the bank at Shedd.
Replogle, sitting in his cell at the
county Jail, thinking over the events
which led to his arrest expressed those
thoughts in poetry. While not entirely
conforming with the rules of rhyme
and meter the verse cmbodies a
warning to hayward youth. The verse
follows;
We landed in Portland, from the
south we came,
: Broke fiat as could be but still game
= If we got enough money, this winter
wed, rest.
But we had neither car nor gnns nor
money,
And begging our way didn't seem
very funny.
!. Around the employment Office we
stayed.
e For two or three weeks we didn't get
paid.
Jobs were scarce and the few that
came,
a Were given to those that called the
| boss by name.
: l was broke and. Clarence was too,
When he came to us with a Job in
view,
: Food we'd had none for close to three
: days,
So the sound of a job hit just the
right place.
The job sounded easy and the profits
were good,
Then back in the hills and start tc
: cut wood,
o Till the scare blew over and the
r coast was clear,
Then back to the south to spend GU,
money SO dear.
= 1t was down in the little town Of
n Shedd,
o I went into the bank and to the
cashier said:
Stick EN- up and turn to the wall,
j. Joe, gather the cash and get it all. y
We stuck the cashier in the vault
4 And if he gets out, it's sure our fault
: We came out of the bank in an awful
rush,
e Gave the money to Clarence and hi
n for the brush.
i We started across the field in high
The men that appeared seemed te
drop from the sky.
The posse was close to the trail.
t An6. the next thing we knew they hao
;, LIS in jail.
). The Linn county Jail is the best I've
It seen.
. The jailer is good and the cooke is
d clean.
: We waived the preims and waited
!. the grand,
i The crowds that came were from all
a over the land.
!, Farmers and bankers and clerks
. would run
!. Or faint at the sight of a. gun.
. The trial was short and the jury was
sure
The best way our bad habits to cure
Was to find us a place where for
many year
!, Where the sidewalks are short and
the streets are clear.
Behind the walls of prison pen,
, Far from the haunts OF our fellow
: men,
y Where our companions would be the
worst of the bad,
: Sure a fine place to send young
lad
So now that it's over and we are do
t ing time.
, Well try to make up still better
rhyme
To amuse you, dear readers, that
don't know the games
OF the men that try to fellow the
example of Jesse James.
, And now my dear readers, both
young and old,
Don't let your hands itch for the feel
of gold.
Don't ever start on the crooked trail
For it's sure to end and. the end is in
Jail.
/ It's far better to handle a shovel and
pick
Than r. use a six-gun and make il