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April 15, 1909
PETERSON CASE IS
SENT TO THE JURY.
GIRL WIDOW ON STAND TELLS
STORY OF KILLING.
Mistreatment and Brutality by the
Dead Man Told by His
Slayer and Two of
The case of Rose Peterson, charged with murdering her husband, Fred L. Peterson, was given to the jury in the criminal court at 10 o'clock last night.
After having retired for an hour with no symptoms of a verdict, the jury went to the Ashland hotel for the night at 11 o'clock, under the eye of a deputy county marshal, with instructions from the court to return at 8:30 o'clock this morning.
The second day of the girl-wife's trial was almost monopolized by herself. From morning until 3 o'clock in the afternoon she sat in the witness chair. Most of the time she bowed her head and talked brokenly through the folds of a handkerchief, which she kept over her eyes. She seemed to be crying.
But part of the time, especially when she was illustrating how she tried to fire a shot to end her own life, the expression changed. The handkerchief came from her eyes. The blue eyes flashed out with the same determined gaze that must have met Peterson when she said to him, after they had been living together seven weeks and no marriage:
HER STORY FROM CHILDHOOD.
"You will have to marry me, or I will follow you to the end of the world and kill you."
She began at the beginning. It was the days when she was 16 that her story began. She began going with Peterson at that tender age, when few girls stand behind a press and feed sheets of paper into its maw during a whole tiring day. The two went to St. Joseph, because her parents objected to the attentions of Peterson on account of his youth. For a time they lived on the girl's wages. Peterson did not work then.
"At first Fred told me he could not find a preacher to marry us," said the girl. "Then, after seven weeks of living in St. Joseph, his mother came to take him home, saying we were too young to get married. I told him if he went back without marrying me I would follow him to the end of the world and kill him.
THOUGHT HE HAD A KNIFE.
"We were married and lived together in Kansas City for six months. I couldn't stand it to work all the time, and Fred struck me. He left me, and went away for two years.
"On December 22, the night of the shooting, we had gone to a dance together. Returning from the Eagles' clubhouse we got off a car at Eighteenth and Askew. We quarreled. He put his hand into this pocket and started towards me. I thought he had a knife. I took the revolver I carried out of my handbag, and tried to shoot. One hand would not pull the trigger. I put both hands to it and closed my eyes. When I opened them Fred was lying on the street.
TRIED TO SHOOT HERSELF.
And then Mrs. Peterson related how regret overcoming her, she had pointed the pistol at herself and had pulled the trigger. The bullet, she said, went through her hat, both brim and crown. She put on the hat and showed the jury.
Going through every motion of her attempt at self-destruction, the witness showed how she had tried to shoot. Bending her right arm, she placed an imaginary revolver twelve inches from her cheek and pulled an imaginary trigger. This time she used but one hand and was able to handle the firearm.
On cross-examination Mrs. Peterson was asked repeatedly why she had no powder burns on her face, and why the hat showed no scorching. She said her hair was slightly singed, adding that she could not have received any burns on her face. She said also that the hat was too far away to be scorched. The distance was about twelve inches.
BEATEN AND DRAGGED ABOUT.
Dr. H. H. Lane testified that Mrs. Peterson had come to him for medical advice. She was suffering, she said, from an ailment that might have had its beginning in a blow.
Agnes Donahue, a sister of Mrs. Peterson, said that one night she visited the Petersons.
"I saw Fred hit my sister, then put one hand over her mouth, the other under her chin, and drag her out of the room. When he went out of the house, she followed. I saw him strike her there. I ran back into the house. When I got home that night I told my mother what I had seen.
Margaret Parker, another sister of the defendant, said she had seen marks on her sister's body which indicated that she had been beaten.
Arguments for defense and prosecution were closed last night.
Labels: courtroom, criminal court, doctors, domestic violence, hotels, murder, printers, women
February 20, 1909
PRINTERS TO ENTER A PROTEST.
Mass Meeting in Kansas City Sunday
to Voice Opposition.
JEFFERSON CITY, Feb. 19. -- A row is brewing here over the several bills which have been introduced to establish a public printing plant in the penitentiary. Charles W. Fear, legislative agent for one of the trade unions is sowing the senate and house with copies of a Journal editorial of two days ago condemning the plan to have convicts print the textbooks for Missouri school children.
"We are not opposed to the state making the convicts work, and we are in favor of the state teaching these men trades, but we are opposed to one particular industry having to bear the brunt of the proposed new system. It will be a crime to attack the printer in this way."
A mass meeting has been called for Kansas City on Sunday to protest against the enactment of a bill introduced by Representative Coakley of Kansas City.
Labels: Jefferson City, penitentiary, printers
December 26, 1908
LAUGHS WHEN SHE
SPEAKS OF GALLOWS.
ROSE PETERSON GETS GLIMPSE
OF GRIM MACHINE.
That, and a Trip to Church With a
Policeman as Guard, Filled the
Day for the Woman Who
Shot Her Husband.
Flowers from fellow employes at a printing plant, where she had worked for some time, greeted Mrs. Rose Peterson when she returned to the county jail yesterday from church. She is charged with killing her husband.
On Thursday Mrs. Peterson asked for permission to to to church and this was granted by Judge R. S. Latshaw of the criminal court. Patrolman John Coughlin took her to 8:30 o'clock mass at St. Patrick's, Eighth and Cherry. She had never missed church a single Christmas in her life.
"And to think that he was in citizen's clothes and not in uniform," said Mrs. Peterson afterwards. "We did not attract a bit of attention and I had been so afraid that the officer would wear a uniform." This bit of consideration seemed the best gift of all to the child wife.
"Since I was 14 I have been at work feeding presses," said Mrs. Peterson. "I married at 16. I can't tell why. Yes, it was young. I am only 19 now. Do you know, over at the police station they measured me -- I'm five feet one and one-half inch in my stocking feet. I weigh 123 pounds. And they measured my arms and my fingers and took finger prints and everything. Did you get my picture out of the rogues' gallery for the paper? Because the pictures they printed of me looked awful. I saw Aggie Myers's picture there."
"MY TRACKS ON THE GALLOWS."
"This morning they left the doors open and I walked around to see the gallows where they hanged Bud Taylor. Maybe I'll leave my tracks on that scaffold some time," she smiled.
"You want to know why I got married at 16? I don't know myself. We separated after a year. It will be three years next march since we were married. After the wedding I kept right on feeding the presses. My husband kept bothering me and for a long time I have been carrying a revolver." Her husband slapped her and she shot him.
"Did we run away to get married?" repeated the blue-eyed Irish girl, who seems hardly over 17. "Really, I can't remember." Which was only another way of saying that she did not want to remember.
"I'LL NEVER MARRY AGAIN."
"If I ever get out of here I'll never get married again, never, never. A woman is a man's slave after she is married. I don't believe in marriage. It hurts me to see my sister growing up and to think that she may fall in love with someone. Oh, I am going to talk her out of it if I can. There is nothing in marriage."
While Mrs. Peterson was talking, Mrs. James Sharp, one of the band of fanatics and a cellmate, walked across the room and stood behind the girl's chair.
"Ask Mrs. Sharp," was suggested.
"Do you believe in marriage?" the childwife asked.
"Yes, of course I do," said Mrs. Sharp, as she stroked the girl's brown hair. "Of course I do," s he repeated with a smile that flashed for a moment, a memory of her former attractiveness. Mrs. Sharp is a native Missourian.
"Last Christmas I was in Minnesota," added the elder woman quietly, with a touch of reminiscence in her tone.
Mrs. Peterson had stopped talking. Her brother and sister had come to see the little member of Press Assistant's Union No 20, who wants to be a linotype operator if she gains her liberty.
Labels: Adam God sect, Aggie Myers, Cherry street, churches, death penalty, Eighth street, holidays, jail, Judge Latshaw, marriage, murder, police, printers, women
December 23, 1908
KILLS HUSBAND IN STREET.
Mrs. Rosa Peterson Resents Charges
and Shoots Him With Revolver
at Eighteenth and Askew.
Because he accused her of familiarity with other men, Mrs. Rosa Peterson, who lives with her widowed mother at 3505 East Eighteen street, shot and killed her husband, Fred Peterson, at the corner of Eighteenth street and Askew avenue, at 12:20 o'clock last night. A revolver was the weapon used. The woman fired five shots, every one taking effect. The first one, supposed to have been fired point blank at the head, caused instantaneous death, according to Assistant county Coroner Dr. Harry Czarlinsky, who examined the body.
According to the story of Mrs. Peterson, her husband had been separated from her the past two years, but they had occasionally kept company together. Last night they went to a dance. On the way to Peterson's home at 3810 East Eighteenth street words passed between them. Mrs. Peterson alleges her husband slapped her as they got off the car at Eighteenth street and Askew avenue. She then drew the revolver and killed him.
Peterson was a plumber's helper and worked for A. Schreidner at 7223 East Eighth street. Mrs. Peterson feeds a press at the plant of the Masterson Printing Company, 414 East Ninth street.
She was arrested by Policeman Patrick Coon and taken to No. 6 police station.
Labels: Askew avenue, Dr Czarlinsky, Eighteenth street, Eighth street, guns, marriage, murder, Ninth street, No 6 police station, police, printers
May 11, 1908
FATHER SAW HIS
BOY GO TO DEATH.
CARL RUEHLE FALLS FROM RAP-
IDLY MOVING CAR.
CLOTHING CAUGHT IN FENCE.
UNFORTUNATE LAD DRAWN UN-
DER HEAVY WHEELS.
Parent Tried to Save Him, but the
Boy's Coat Gave Way and
His Life was Quickly
While returning with his father after an afternoon spent in Fairmount park, Carl Ruehle, a 16-year-old boy, was dragged from the front step of a crowded car by his coat catching in a picket fence beside the track at Twelfth street and Mersington avenue last evening about 7 o'clock, and thrown beneath the rear trucks, and instantly killed.
The approaching rain caused a rush to the incoming cars at the park, and young Ruehle and his father, G. C. Ruehle, a blacksmith at Twelfth street and Highland avenue, had been barely able to force their way on the car, the father standing upon the platform, and the boy gaining a foothold on the step. Irvin Menagerie, the motorman, put on full speed soon after he left the park, and the boy leaned far out to get the breeze full in his face, saying that he enjoyed it.
"Be careful, Carl," the father said when he leaned particularly far out. "You might hit your head against a post or fall off. Perhaps you'd better get up here on the platform with me."
"There's not room on the platform," the boy replied. "I'll be careful."
This conversation took place but a minute before the accident. Between Myrtle and Mersington avenues the street car track goes through a cut about four feet deep, and on each side is built a fence to deep persons from driving into it from the road. The car was going rapidly, and young Ruehle once more leaned out to catch the breeze, bystanders say, and before his father could again warn him the car had reached the cut.
The boy's coat was not buttoned, and the wind caught it in and bellied it out. Before young Ruehle could draw his coat back one of the pickets had caught in a fold of the cloth, and was dragging him from the step. He cried out, and clung to the rail with all his might but could not keep his hold.
At his son's cry the boy's father grasped at him, and succeeded in getting hold of part of his clothing. He clung until the cloth parted, the back of his right hand being deeply cut and bruised from striking against the sharp corners of the car in trying to hold on.
The boy was instantly killed. He was an employe of the Hallman Printing Company, and lived with his parents at 1313 Lydia avenue. The body was taken to Newcomer's morgue after an examination by the coroner.
The father was taken to D. V. Whitney's drug store, at Twelfth street and Cleveland avenue, and his wound dressed. Lynn Turpin was the conductor and Irvin Menagerie the motorman on the car, which is No. 234.
Labels: blacksmiths, death, fairmount park, Highland avenue, Lydia avenue, Mersington street, Myrtle avenue, printers, streetcar, Twelfth street, undertakers
January 18, 1908
THREE BIG FINES FOR
THREE BAD MEN.
Judge Kyle Has a Session
With Wife Abusers.
"I wish I had before me this morning every man within my jurisdiction who abuses or in any manner mistreats his wife. I am just in the mood to give such men the limit. There are many more in this city and I wish they all could be apprehended," said Harry G. Kyle, police judge, yesterday morning just after he had fined three husbands $500 each.
The first one to come to bat was John Forest of 1311 1/2 Washington street. He was charged with disturbing the peace of his wife.
Frank Andrews of 417 East Eighteenth street was charged with non-support. He is a stock cutter for the Caton Printing company. Mrs. Andrews said that her husband came only only two or three nights in the week and that the rent and grocery bills were unpaid. He makes good wages. Andrews fondled his 6-year-old boy while the trial was in progress, and Judge Kyle said:
"You seem to think a lot of that boy now, but you certainly did not when you remained away from home over half the time. Five hundred dollars for you, too."
Andrews's mother and his wife both appeared against him.
In the trial of Clyde DeLapp, a bartender, charged with disturbing the peace of his wife, there was evidence hinting that an abortive attempt had been made to railroad Mrs. Helen DeLapp, the wife, to an asylum.
The DeLapps lived at 2625 Wabash avenue when most of the trouble occurred. After Mrs. DeLapp left her husband, on January 7, however, she had been staying with Mrs. R. A. Shiras at 1406 East Tenth street. Mrs. DeLapp's testimony, which was corroborated by Mrs. Shiras and by Mrs. J. H. Morse of 2622 Wabash avenue, was to the effect that DeLapp had dragged her from her home by her hair, choked her and beaten her.
Mrs. DeLapp said that an effort had been made to send her to an asylum by the certificate of two doctors, only one of whom she had ever seen, and that one had not examined her as to her sanity. DeLapp was fined $500.
Labels: domestic violence, Eighteenth street, Judge Kyle, police court, printers, Tenth street, Wabash avenue, Washington street
December 17, 1907
THEY BLAME THE PRINTER.
Rood Meetings Are Advertised as
"Road" Meetings in Country.
"What an awful blunder for the printer to have made," was the comment of John Wagner, chairman of the Democratic county central committee, last evening, when his attention was called to the fact that handbills distributed over the county announce "Rood" meetings as "Road" meetings.
t is perhaps an unfortunate mistake for the Democratic party, too, as advocates of the good roads movement, and what farmer in Jackson county is not, may possibly get sore when they, after driving a few miles, to learn about a better way to get crops to market, find out that there is nothing to hear but a little political talk over the sheriff election.
Labels: politics, printers
July 10, 1907
FRIENDS THINK NAME FUNNY.
Saraisky Asks Court to Make It
Samuel Joseph Saraisky, a printer employed by the Franklin Hudson Printing Company, filed an application in the circuit court yesterday to have his name changed to Samuel Joseph Barrent. He alleges that his friends make fun of his present name. Barrent was his mother's maiden name. He was born in Russia.
Labels: circuit court, immigrants, printers
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