The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1928-01-25
REDWOOD co. SHERIFF HAS
THRILLING EXPERIENCE IN
CALIFORNIA. BANDITS CAP
TURED ARE "LIFERS."

Sheriff L. j. Kise has done lot of
good work in Redwood County, but he
had to go to California to become ia
nous. Due to his eagle eyes and a
mind that never forgets, two escap-
ed convict murderers, who admit hold
ups in numerous California and mid
dlewestern cities, are under arrest.
AS result of his good work, Kise is
being lauded as the hero of the hour,
in Glendale, Calf.
Dan McGrath and Neil Smith, who
escaped from the Kansas state prison
at Lansing last September by crawl
ing nearly a mile through sewer
half-filled with hot water, are the two
captured men. They were both serv-
ing life sentences for murder when
they escaped.
The story of how Sheriff Kise cap
tured the two slayers is told in the
following editorial, which appeared on
the front page of The Glendale Press,
Glendale, Calf, the city in which Mr..
Kise is now staying temporarily. Mr..
Alfred F. Wesson, the writer, gives
in detail an interesting and amusing
account of the story from beginning
to end, it follows:
Mr. Louis J. Kise, sheriff of Red
wood County, Minnesota, arrived in
Glendale on the last 'ay of December
and took house on West Doran
street, where he planned to rest a
few weeks before returning to Red
wood Falls, Minnesota, to practice
again the arts of sheriffing. On the
night of his arrival, Mr.. kise ambled
over to drug store and found that
his attempt to get away from guns
and sheriffing, even though he had
left Redwood Falls, Minnesota, some
umpty thousand miles away, was fu-
tile. Before he knew it, Mr.. Kise was
lined up with several other hapless
customers of the thugs profession.
"Mr. Kise was considerably chagrin-
ed. He wondered what the boys back
in Redwood Falls, Minnesota, would
say if they knew that as soon as he
wandered away from his gun he had
been stuck up. Probably that guy
who was after his sheriff job would
say, Il told you ~so.'-~ A fine mess
for Louis j. kise, sheriff of Redwood
Falls, Minnesota.
''ln front of a gun instead of be-
hind it. Mr.. Kise could do nothing but
obey the bandits demands. giving, as
the obsolete saying goes, till it hurts.
Mr.. Kise could, however, size 'em up.
I'll spot these eggs out of million
if | ever see 'em again, he thought af-
ter the robbers had left.
Next day, as unofficial represent
ative of the law enforcement depart
ment of Redwood Falls, Minnesota,
Mr.. kise went to the Tournament of
Roses parade at Pasadena. In a sea
of faces Mr. Kise suddenly spotted
physiognOmic bubble that he knew
one of the bandits of the night before.
The wave of humanity swept along
and the bubble went out of sight. Mr..
kise, sheriff of Redwood Falls, Min
nesota, had lost his man. Bells of
Hades!
Last Saturday night at the Santa
Monica, pier, adding variety to his
sightseeing in Southern California,
Mr.. Kise was observing the rythmic
antics being performed on the dance
floor of palace de sour notes. Sud-
denly he saw his bandit acquaintances
of New Years Eve shaking a festive
hoof among the terpsichorean con-
tortionists. Pretending not to have
noticed them, he wandered out of the
temple of blue music, thence hurried
ly in the direction of the nearest cop.
"The joy of sheriffing filled the
heart of Mr.. kise of Redwood Falls,
Minnesota, and in a moment he and
. cop had the bandits cornered on the
pier where escape would have been
possible only via the cold, wet Pacific.
"Of course, there were denials.
"Why," said the taller of the two sus-
poets, 81 amt no crook. Since l es-
capped from the pen in Kansas, where
! was put cause had to shoot a
man, I've been honest" "Well how
did you live them" he was asked
Absolutely honest" he said. Just
q little gamblin-"
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