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From: "John O'Brien" <>
Subject: Kansas City, MO patrolman PREWITT - 22 March 1911
Date: Sun, 20 Nov 2005 19:52:13 -0600


"The Kansas City Journal" (Missouri) Thursday, March 23, 1911

WHY HE ACTED QUEERLY.

A citizen was seen acting queerly at Eighth street and Grand avenue
yesterday evening. He was holding a telegram in his hand. At
intervals her would read the message over and swear. When the man
bit his cigar in half and threw it on the pavement, he was approached
by the big guardian of traffic at that corner, Patrolman PREWITT.

"'Smatterth you?" asked PREWITT.

"Do you know that women are a daffy lot?" the excited one asked
in return.

"Some of them are, I'll admit," said PREWITT, "but what ails you?"

"Here, read that," and the man thrust the yellow sheet into PREWITT's
hand. The wire was from the man's wife who is visiting in a Missouri
town about 100 miles distant. It was dated yesterday and read:

"Will be home tomorrow morning, or on the late train leaving here in the
afternoon. If not then will be home Friday morning or surely on the
evening train. Meet me at the depot."

"And that was sent collect," shouted the man when he saw that the
officer had concluded reading the message, "thirty-four words, count 'em,
thirty-four, and there's no information in the whole cheese."

"Are you going to meet your wife?" asked PREWITT timidly.

"I am going to get a large bun on this evening," said the citizen as he
grated his teeth. "In the morning I think I will buy a cot and sleep at the
depot, meeting all trains until she arrives."

"Why don't you send her a message asking for correct information?"

"Say, didn't I just tell you that all women are a daffy lot and my wife is the
daffiest of the bunch. She would send me a regular letter back, by wire
of course, which would cost me several dollars and then I wouldn't know
any more than I do now. To get good and soused is all that is left for me
before I begin to stand the long watch at the depot. Meet me at the depot,
and she didn't even say what depot. Oh, blixen, what's the use," and the
citizen entered the nearest drink dispensary.


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(I have no connection with this family but I'd appreciate
knowing if you found this posting helpful.)

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