Muscatine Weekly Journal

Police Matters.—Monday, our readers are aware, was generally observed as the anniversary of the Independence Day, and Jay C. Eintraon, who, as he says, has as good an old Yankee father as ever lived, celebrated it in the way for which he mistakenly thought our forefathers "fought and died." In other words, Jay was on a "spree," (or on a "loose," ) and undertook to induce one Edmonds to give him more liquor, by using the persuasive argument of a chair over his head. This chair missed Edmond's caput and smashed his window, whereupon Jay was hauled up before the Mayor next day to answer to the charge of "disturbing the peace."

He was fined $5 and costs, but having no "spondulicks," pretending to be waiting for a friend who was to bring him some money, he stepped through the open window to the piazza of a dwelling house adjoining the Mayor's office, and made his escape to the alley, followed by the police, one of whom cried "shoot him." Like the squirrel who told a certain sportsman not to shoot as he would come down anyhow, Jay was brought to a sudden halt by three ominous words, though the police had not as much as a fire-cracker about them at the time. Jay was painted a fine time for his patriotic meditations in the jail, and will probably spend the Fourth next year in durance vile.