Baltimore Evening Sun (1 March 1912): 6.

The jewelers whom I engaged to make the gold-mounted diamond-studded rooster feather that is to be presented, by public subscription, to the Hon. Jacobus Hook, tickler-in-ordinary to the Hon. the super-Mahon, have submitted the following design:

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I have taken the liberty of approving this design and the work of embellishing the feather will proceed apace. It is hoped that it will be ready in time to present it to the Hon. Mr. Hook next Monday afternoon, at the close of his heavy day’s work in the Tax Department. Meantime, subscriptions continue to pour in. The following were received to 1 o’clock this afternoon:

Employes of Schneider Paving Co........................$28.50
Gen. Lawrason Riggs............................................ 5.00
Children of No. 20 School.................................... 6.80
George Solter, Esq. .............................................. 10.00
The Lake Mohonk Conference of Friends to the Indian and Other Aborigine Races........................................ 50.00
Third Ward Democratic Club................................ 1.00
Prof. Alexander Geddes......................................... .10
Courthouse elevator men....................................... 2.25
Col. McCay McCoy............................................... 25.00
Cash.......................................................................100.00
Berny Lee............................................................... 15.00
League of Lavatorians (G. Lewis, chairman)................................................... 6.90
Afro American Preston Club.................................. 7.15
Embalmers’ Union No. 53......................................11.00
An admirer.............................................................. 1.00
F. K. C. ................................................................... 10.00
W. S. B. .................................................................. 10.00
William H. Anderson.............................................. 10.00
Baltimore Clearing House Association................... 5.00
The Original Hook Man.......................................... 1.00
Collected by D. J. Loden......................................... 16.45
Felix......................................................................... 5.00
Teachers’ Literary Club........................................... 6.20
Anonymous.............................................................. 8.00
George N. Numsen, Esq. ........................................ 2.00
_________ Total....................................................... $388.10
Previously acknowledged................................... 399.95
Total to date........................................... $797.95

The contribution of $100 credited to “Cash” is of somewhat mysterious origin. The money came to me at 10.45 o’clock this morning in the form of 20 $5 banknotes of the Old Town Bank. The messenger who brought it refused to answer any questions. Can it be that Jake himself——!?!

Round 5.

As the boys came from their corners Young Cleveland seemed to be in some distress, and he made no reply when he was cautioned by the referee against repeating the protective hugging of Round 4. A moment of light sparring ended with a right straight to Anderson’s neck. There was not much steam behind it, but it staggered him, and Young Cleveland was able to get in three hooks, two right and one left, before Anderson recovered. Then the latter planted a terrific left straight in Young Cleveland’s right eye. Young Cleveland went over backward and fell half way out of the ring, to the alarm of the reporters in the front benches. As he fell Jake Hook, one of his seconds, cried “Look out, Harry!” which caused a general laugh. When Young Cleveland was hauled back into the ring he immediately clinched and the referee’s much-used jimmy was needed to pry him loose. A short jab to the mouth dropped him to his knees and he took the count of nine. Another clinch followed and then another. In the second breakaway Young Cleveland severely jolted Anderson with his elbow and there were cries of “Foul!” But the referee took no notice. All the while Jake nervously fingered the towel, and at one time he made as if to throw it into the ring, but was restrained by Bob Lee. Anderson now landed four stinging straights, one upon Young Cleveland’s daninged eye. The latter hung on until the gong sounded. As he was assisted to his corner, Jake arose and called out “Is there a doctor to the house?” Far back in the house some spectator yelled: “Why don’t you ask for an embalmer?” Laughter. Anderson’s round.

In today’s letter column you will find another highly virtuous and indignant letter from the Hon. Samuel E. Pentz, camerlengo of the Society for the Suppression of Vice. With the kind permission of the sergeant-at-arms I shall now escape from the hall, leaving the Hon. Mr. Pentz in full possession of the stage. Meanwhile, let me call attention to the contrast between that gentleman’s elaborate effort to prove that the police regulation of the social evil is impossible in Baltimore, and does not exist in fact, and Dr. O. Edward Janney’s frank admission, in another letter printed today, that the police “make regulations for the control of the houses.” For Dr. Janney’s honest effort to remedy a genuine evil I have the highest respect, but for Mr. Pentz’s pifflish quibbling—cf., his insertion of the word “legal” before “police regulations”—I have nothing of the sort. On Wednesday he solemnly asserted that there was “absolutely no license system in Baltimore”; today he denies only “legal” regulation. The fact is, of course, that I never maintained the existence of “legal” regulation; all I maintained, and do maintain today, was and is the existence of actual regulation.

In conclusion, let me furnish the cocksure Mr. Pentz with definitions of two terms which seem to puzzle him. Thus:

Rumble-Bumble—That mixture of platitudes and hydrogen with which professional moralists seek to blow up facts. La, La—An exclamation of amused astonishment. Syn. Do tell, Mercy me, Goodness gracious, Skat.

Seems like you don’t hardly hear nothin’ no more about makin’ them ex-sheriffs loosen up with that mazuma.

Boil your drinking water! Root for Harry! Cover your garbage can! Intone an elegy for the boomers! Swat the renascent fly!

Now you begin to sort of understand, as you may say, why it was that Harry handed out that salve to the coon.

Only 30 days more of the gay life at Annapolis! Then the old town will inhale the ether of inanition once again and the rest of us will cease to go armed.

An anti-vivisectionist is one who strings ten guinea-pigs on a wire and then beats a pathologist over the head with them.