Baltimore Evening Sun (2 March 1912): 6.

Work is progressing day and night upon the gold-tipped, 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. The jewelers told off to mount and embellish the feather, a picture of which was printed yesterday, are working in eight-hour shifts, like coal miners, and expect to finish their labor by noon Monday. Meanwhile, some inquiries having been received as to the precise method of using the instrument, the following explanatory sketch is offered:

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Up to 1.30 P. M. today the following additional subscriptions were received:

Concord Club.....................................................$25.00
Gay street Kaif-Keepers League........................ 50.00
George Lewis..................................................... 10.00
Collected by Bob Lee......................................... 62.85
Frank Kelly and friends...................................... 11.00
John J. Mahon, Esq. .......................................... 100.00
A well-wisher..................................................... 1.00
F. F. .................................................................... 50.00
Children of Public School No. 42...................... 3.60
Cash.................................................................... 1.00
City delegation at Annapolis.............................. 55.00
Van Sickle Memorial Association..................... 10.00
Der Doo, Esq. .................................................... 10.00
City Hall reporters.............................................. 6.00
_________ $495.45
Previously acknowledged.................................$737.95
_________ Total to date........................................$1,233.40

If all goes well, the feather will be presented at 2 o’clock Monday afternoon. The Mayor’s reception room at the City Hall will be engaged for the purpose and a large number of Prominent Baltimoreans, Leading Lawyers and Well-Known Business Men will be invited. The presentation speech will be made by the Hon. Bob Lee. Col. Hook will begin his reply at 2.15, and if he has concluded by 7 P. M. a buffet luncheon will be served. If not, the victuals will be sent to the starving lobbyists at Annapolis.

Whenever you meet one of them stuffers nowadays you can’t hardly see his face for his grin.

Complimentary note by the Hon. the super-Mahon in this morning’s issue of his official newspaper:

Garland, King Bill ___, seems to have some good ideas tucked away in his East Baltimore noddle.

As must be evident to anyone who consults the dope sheets of the Criminal Court, Part 2, for February 6, 1909.

Seems like it don’t do no harm sometimes to be genial to a coon now and then.

The old-fashioned School Board, it appears, played the role of turncoat and dastard at its meeting on Wednesday. First, in the presence of the edified reporters, it aligned itself with the League for Medical “Freedom” in the matter of the current tuberculosis exhibition, and then, at a subsequent secret session, it gave the League for Medical “Freedom” the hook. As a result the little osseocaputs in the public schools are to be given half holidays and encouraged to spend them in attending the Medical Trust’s vaudeville show at Osler’s Hall.

A foul offense, not only against medical freedom, but also against the principles and polity of the old-fashioned administration. To send the pupils of the public schools to such exhibitions is to expose them to the horrible miasmas of intelligence. They will gather new and arresting ideas; they will be weaned from camomile and Peruna; they will be provoked to curiosity and reflection, and their subsequent inquiries end opinions will embarrass and flabbergast their teachers. It is no part of the commission of the present School Board to subject the teachers to such hazards. On the contrary, its first duty is to protect them in their militant ignorance, and in particular, to protect them against any awakening of intelligence in their pupils. The damnable Van Sicklish dream was of a public school system converting the children of the common people, at wholesale, into reflective, ambitious, self-respecting men and women. The new dream, unless I am erroneously informed, is of a school system manufacturing an endless supply of ward heelers and cannery operatives.

Round 6.

At the stroke of the gong Anderson made a devastating rush, and Young Cleveland was soon against the ropes. Cries of “Look out, Harry!” and “Finish him, Bill!” Anderson delivered a dozen or more jabs to the body and then a terrific right look to the left superciliary ridge and a left straight to Young Cleveland’s bad right eye. Both blows brought the cherry phospbate and Young Cleveland was evidently in distress, At this point Jake Hook grabbed the towel, but Bob Lee brought him down with a blow on the right crazy bone. Meanwhile, Anderson continued to batter Young Cleveland. Hook followed hook (not, of course, Jake) and straight followed straight. Finally a double blow with both gloves, landing upon the point of the jaw, dropped him to the mat, and before the referee could count 10 the police stopped the bout. As he fell, Jake Hook, breaking away from Bob Lee, throw the towel into the ring, and followed it with two sponges, a water-bottle, a bucket, a bottle of arnica, a chair, a roll of telegraph tape and a box of cigars. Ten minutes were required to revive Young Cleveland. As he came to and was assisted from the ring, he asked the referee: “Did I hurt him badly?” After the bout Bob Lee issued the following statement: “The police are to be severely reprehended for their interference. At the moment they stepped in, Harry had Anderson going, and would have undoubtedly finished him in 40 or 50 more rounds.” The referee, Honest Jim Trippe, called it a draw.

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Only 29 days more of whoopla at Annapolis! Then the rush home and the spring plowing!

Boil your drinking water! Send in your mite for the Jake fund! Help Harry! Cover your garbage can! Swat the dawning fly!

It don’t make no difference whether the wind blows hot or the wind blows cold: them ex-sheriffs always keep hangin’ on to that mazuma.

Who will nab the honor of putting Harry in nomination on the door of the convention? Already, so my spies tell me, there is bitter rivalry for the honor. But of this, more anon.