“No goods delivered till after lunch, thank you,” say that voice from inside. “Hon. Mayor is outside eating it.”
“Then let us have Dist. Attorney, please!” peruse that chorus.
“No, ma’am, not to do!” dictate voice. “Hon. Dist. Attorney is outside drinking it.”
(Patrol wagons stand by with respectable salutes.)
Loud reports from all lady Suffergettes. Forward march! Door is smashy open and all mingle inside that City Hall filling it with female political noises. Mayor office is found vacated. Nothing in Hon. Dist. Attorney office except empty arm-chairs. Marriage Licence Bureau locked with key. Nothing to resemblance of Man is discovered inside that City Hall.
But No! One timid gentleman is found in City Treasury office hiding in safe. It is the Janitor who is praying with voice, “Please to avoid injury me—I am married to a wife.”
Janitor is permitted to go free, thank you, because of female relations. Meeting is then held in office. Hon. Mrs. Boots is elect Mayor pro tem. till arrival of Chief of Police when all enjoy arrest and is taken to Hon. Jail.
At Hon. Jail Hon. Mrs. Boots, Judge Ethel Johnson and Major Gen. Birdie Chowinsky is given comfortable cell on Murderers’ Row along with 6 Insurance Directors, 3 Congressmen, 1 Mayor, and 1 Boy Millionaire who shot another gentleman under very fashionable circumstances.