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Caption: Book - Banks of the Boneyard (Charles Kiler)
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/ last night and can 1." That was some dinner. We champagne to order—I learned Charlie be World I I guests of friends who came around and helped me kill time. We were sitting around the fireplace one cold October day when in came Olin McCormack, Captain of the Guards on the Midway Plaisance. Olin was looking for a gang which was tough enough to go to the Midway on Halloween and bust up the Turkish village. He said those been and guard nor a policeman anywhere within the call of the Turks. This looked like trouble of a character for which I had no liking, but my friends around the fireplace thought it was exactly e doctor ordered for a noble ending of the Midway shows, that Burr Mcintosh and Sam Durand might have been the leaders though my memory may be at fault. At any rate an impressive organization was formed and took off in great glee, looking forward to closing the Fair in a fitting and proper manner. All through the formation of this enterprise I had the feeling it was no place for me; the only time I was any good in a fight was when I could use my "nigger shooter" and then run away, but my friends were big and strong—all of them had been athletes in college, so I was talked into going along. We approached the Turkish village with joy in our souls and a song on our lips—I think it was that well-known hymn "Hail, Hail, the Gang's All Here." Someone upset the stand in which there was a Turkish ticket seller, we brushed aside the man at the entrance, and rushed right into the show. If you remember that place, it had a tent tied up to the ceiling of a circular room, then gracefully draped around it. I think r was the very last conspirator to enter the room. The battle had begun; chairs were already filling the atmosphere. Something hit e was running down my face. feverishly hunted for an • 1 » I j
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