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Caption: Book - Banks of the Boneyard (Charles Kiler)
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• « « On //i* Banks of the Boneyard don't remember us didn't let Brother Ailing get stuck for it. That's what we got for not specifying that the party was to be a Dutch lunch. Of course we had all of the experiences that come to a hotel during a great World's Fair. There was the poor fellow from my There was the home county lumberjack from Wisconsin ticket to "America" and wanted us to give him a room for it. I asked When saloon the poor provided. He picked a man up from a table and threw him corner bought in it. When they left the chambermaids found bedbugs galore. Early one morning one of the maids heard a lady crying, and with pass husband and other valuables had been room. We begged her to keep quiet until the husband came in, and in the meantime I telephoned my good friend Sergeant Briscoe at the Harrison street police station, acquainting him with what we knew. There are certain earmarks about every case of this kind which are easy to recognize by trained observers. When this man came in and told the boys with great eloquence how much his loss was from the goods stolen out of his room, we introduced him to a couple of plain clothes men who bluntly asked him for the pawn tickets! It didn't take them long to get a complete story out of this man. He went to the pawn shops with them, got the goods he had pawned, and then to Al Hankins's gambling joint where the money been spent. What happened there I don't remember poor boob who had fallen into the hands of men who gamble for profit, wired home for money and neither he nor his wife got to see the Fair. Late in the autumn of '93 came the Bread Riots on the Lake Front called in the text books "The Pullman Strike." Carter Harrison, the elder, was Mayor of Chicago We saw him in action several times and retain profound admiration for him as an able administrator, and a two-fisted lighting man. He
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