"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. ====================================================== (I have no connection with this family but I'd appreciate knowing if you found this posting helpful.) [email protected] ======================================================

This is hysterical. Also from picking pockets to drive by shootings. Look how far technology has progressed us. John O'Brien <[email protected]> wrote:"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. ====================================================== (I have no connection with this family but I'd appreciate knowing if you found this posting helpful.) [email protected] ====================================================== ==== KansasCity Mailing List ==== USGENWEB SEARCH ARCHIVES http://www.rootsweb.com/~usgenweb/ussearch.htm ============================== Search the US Census Collection. Over 140 million records added in the last 12 months. Largest online collection in the world. Learn more: http://www.ancestry.com/s13965/rd.ashx

And we think we have communication problems... Thanks for sharing.. Jimmye ----- Original Message ----- From: John O'Brien To: [email protected] Sent: Sunday, November 20, 2005 7:52 PM Subject: [KansasCity] Kansas City, MO patrolman PREWITT - 22 March 1911 "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. ====================================================== (I have no connection with this family but I'd appreciate knowing if you found this posting helpful.) [email protected] ====================================================== ==== KansasCity Mailing List ==== USGENWEB SEARCH ARCHIVES http://www.rootsweb.com/~usgenweb/ussearch.htm ============================== Search the US Census Collection. Over 140 million records added in the last 12 months. Largest online collection in the world. Learn more: http://www.ancestry.com/s13965/rd.ashx