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Show David Reese and His Baby ao8ecaS: ' Starts Things at the PoJice Station "My sweet one, my rosebud, my little lit-tle bunch of violets! ! If David Rceso, who lives in Camp's lane, on the other side of .Jordan, had not been so lavish in his terms of endearment, en-dearment, ho might nol have been led to the police station to explain Friday Fri-day night, Bul Reese insisted upon voicing his affection. So he was taken to the station. sta-tion. s Clad in "chaps"' and a coal without vest, shirt or undershirt, Reese strode dignilicdly pp to Ihc sergeant's desk. Lighting his cigar, he remarked; "She's a peach, serge. Want to see her?" "Sec avIioV' was the counter ques tion. "Why, my baby. I jusf. caught, her out by 'the lake. I've got her here in this bucket," and Reese pointed to a tin bucket which had a chunk of coal wedged in its mouth. "What is it?" "What, is it? Why, it's the handsomest, hand-somest, fattest, quickest, little skunk you ever saw in your life." Three policemen made a dash for the card room and got wedged in a wriggling wrig-gling mass in ii doorway.' A newspaper news-paper reporter shinned up to the top of a row of lookers like a squirrel going go-ing up a hickory mil Iree. Lieuteiir.ni Shannon let out a yell that must havu been heard out ar Saltnir. "Hey, yon gel out of here," he shouted. "ivow don't f,cl excited, boss," Reese said reassuringly. "Just let. me turn her loose and see how quick J can catch her." Reese made a move to liberate his "sweet" pet, when a policeman bolder than tho others threw himself upon the man. " I'lense, please, oh please, go 'way," Lieutenant Shannon pleaded. "Well, all right," Reese said, "bul I sure would like to show you 'how quick I can catch her. ' ' Then he went, out into the night, carrying his pet in the tin bucket. Reese has been known to the police for a long time as one of the most, eccentric eccen-tric persons in Salt Lake Cily, but. his latest performance caps the "climax of his freak acts. |