Atlanta Avenger

STATES & CITIES

One murky evening, a young lady is walking unescorted through a city street when an evil-looking Negro buck darts toward her, slugs her over the head with a rock, seizes her purse, darts away. Up to the curb glides a La Salle limousine. Out of it steps a gentleman in full evening dress and top hat. With a few nimble bounds, he overtakes the fleeing Negro, pinions him fast. Then from his pocket the gentleman whips a gleaming pen knife. Deftly he slits the Negro's throat from ear to ear. Returning to the young woman, who has now recovered, the immaculate avenger doffs his topper, bows from the waist saying, "Your purse, Madam," steps quickly back into his limousine, purrs away into the night. . . . Should a Hollywood producer present such a scene on the U. S. screen, audiences would doubtless groan or guffaw. Should any citizen of Atlanta behold such a scene on Ivy Street, near Cain, he would not believe his eyes. Yet that scene is precisely what took place one evening last week, according to Mrs. Mildred Wilson, 23. Convincing enough to Atlanta police were the bruise on her head and the crimson slice (not fatal) around the throat of Negro Roy Peters, 30.

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