The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1925-07-18
"I1et EN- Fight" Cry WON en- When Prisoners Battle


This is the thirteenth story, writ
ten for The Tribune.
BY Winnifred Mason Huck
Former Representative to Congress
from Illinois.
Like q bantamwepht Mary stepped
off from our side of the room. | was
thankful to see she had left the
scissors.
But / might have known that
Mary, with her 1.-THE young body,
would scorn weapons.
Slowly, and with appalling direct
ness, she bore down upon Hazel,
who had slandered her progenltors.
No one got in her way. The pros
pect of a free for.all melee was Tar
from comforting
Mary started in with few pre-
liminary remarks. Other girls crowd
ed around.
Hazel was not exactly looking for
a fight. But Mary meant to have
one.
She unclenched her right fist long
enough to give Hazel Il resoundlng
blow across the face. Hazel neede d
no further invitation. She was at
her opponent like cat.
That's it! That's the girl" !
heard cries from all sides.
Then, without a word, one Of the
larger girls stepped in to separate
them
"Let En- Fight"
Say, what are YOU doing?" shout
ed one Of the bystanders. keep
cut! Aw, let 'em fight. That's the
only excitement we have around
here"
Then somebody whis pered, 1.-The
law!" And within two minutes, both
the girls were locked up in "soli-
tary,' while the gossip bearer who
started the fight went free.
1t was true that the girls craved
even this kind of excitement.
remember one girl who was I'M
interested in everything around her.
She was going to have baby, and
| told her | wished to make u dress
for it. But even that aroused no in
terest in her.
But one night | heard her talking
of riot size had started in another
institution Such animation, such
spirit!
And when she reached the point
where she thrust hat-pi into a
mans leg-what climax that was!
Her eyes glittered and she was max
ing the girls around her howl with
laughter at the tale
Beautiful Letters
Then there was Stella, the little
Irish girl who got such beautiful
letters from her mother.
Stella held the stage in the art
room one day when Anne stepped
out. She was telling of her arrest.
Stella was not five feet tall and
the policeman who arrested her was
six ieet two.
There we stood before the judge"
said Stella. 81 could hardly see over
his desk. And when the policeman
said What did she do? Why, your
honor, she almost killed me?' The
whole courtroom rocked with laugh
ter"
And we in the art class laughed
too
Here comes the law!" And we
uuieted down. But it was not the
law. 1t was one Of the prisoners
bringing a note to Anne.
Since Anne was not there, she
opened and read it aloud. 1t seemed
we were to have visitors.
Then the mmotion broke loose
Say, Nell, let me have your pow
der / amt got a bit with me-"
Have you got comb, Joe?
Gee, let me have that powdeI
quick. It's lust my luck to lool
a perfect mess today"
SGive me back nv comb"
Gosh, here comes the law
This time it was Anne.
"NOw, girls" she said, thinking sh,
was giving us some news, II wan
you to be very quiet. We may hav,
visitors today"
Finance Committee
In a short time they came. 1t wa
the finance committee from tn
state legislature ON a iunket.
| was glad that they got a whit
of that air in which the rs Of u
One of the me mbers looked at m
sharply. | bent my head. Woul
he RENE mber the lady from Illinois
He passed on, exchanging smiles an
words with the women.
One girl who had been asked
few questions was the most impor
tant person in the room for the res
OF the day.
That night. Silver. whose pep wa
always OVERLOOKING. introduced m
to the broom riding custom. Silve
had been moved from her room mt
the hall that day to make plac
for Hazel, the scissor prabber. {,
do her SOLITARY"
There in the hall. we were fire
from the supervision Of the matron
for an hour
Silver was drunk with excitemen
at not being locked in her room. o
course, there were the iron bars a
the ends of the hall. but she wa
with four or five of US, to whom sh
could talk. She could go up an
down. knocking at the doors of tn
ill. ,,,L &C.,. 1919 =: