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Show IMISSED, AND FROM ZION, BUT NO SAINT CHICAGO. Nov. 24. "Peace be with thee (hie); I'll punch you in the nose." drawled a gentleman leaning heavily against one of the lamp posts of Wauke-gan, Wauke-gan, when Police Officer Thomas Tyrrel hove Into view. "Hallelujah; go to blazes," continued the pentleman, as he fell In a heap. "Who on earth are yez?" asked TyrreL "Are yes a saint?" "I am (hie) the unklssed foreman of John Alexander's printing chop at ZIon City," stammered the man. and roiled over. "I am full of the spirit." Soon a crowd gathered and the man was recognized as Samuel McClure, a foreman In the Zion printing shops. McClure Mc-Clure was borne to the station house. Later In the evening an edict from ZIon City arrived In which the apostle of Zion notified McClure that his alcoholic Indiscretion Indis-cretion had resulted in his dismissal. |