Woman Tickled, Then Flogs Innocent Man

New York, July 1914

Man Smiles When Feather of One Woman Brushes Another

The feather projecting from a woman's hat brushed across the neck of Mrs. Alice Tamraz, of 224 Somerville place, Yonkers, as she stood waiting for a street car in Getty square, Yonkers yesterday, and she wheeled around to see who had tickled her.

Peter Doyle of 42 Orchard street standing nearby, thrust one hand into his pocket, stroked his chin with the other and smiled. Mrs. Tamraz was sure the hand Doyle held in his pocket concealed a tickler, and that he was laughing at her discomfort.

So she raised her umbrella and flogged him until such a crowd surged around that Policeman Ryan had difficulty elbowing his way through and rescuing Doyle. The two made counter charges of assault against each other and went around to the station house.

There Doyle persuaded Mrs. Tamraz that a passing woman's feather tickled her neck, and that he had nothing to do with it. — New York Tribune.

Pilloried and Flogged, Some of the Gruesome Details

1878

Pilloried and Flogged

A recent dispatch from Wilmington, Delaware, says: This morning, at a few minutes past ten o'clock, in a cold, drizzling easterly rain storm, the first of the culprits to be flogged as a punishment for felony in this county at Newcastle was marched into the jail yard, attended by the warden and sheriff.

Mounting a rickety old ladder, two prisoners were promptly pilloried. For an hour they stood there in the face of the few spectators who ensconced themselves in corners of the jail yard to be sheltered from the rain which pelted pitilessly upon the victims of the pillory. At the expiration of an hour they were released. One retired.

The other, William Barry, a hardened criminal, by the way, who boasted that he had been in thirty-six different jails in the country, was strapped to the whipping post, stripped bare to the waist, and received quite a severe flogging. He felt the punishment severely, and looked imploringly at the sheriff as the lash descended twenty times on his bare back.

A lad named McGuire, evidently of delicate organization, was next stripped and tied to the post. He was very anxious and frightened. The sheriff dealt mercifully with him, and the twenty lashes did not much more than well redden his back.

The next was Monk Austin, who was convicted of a petty larceny, and although he shivered and was much affected by the cold rain on his naked skin, he bore his punishment with nonchalance.

A young fellow named Kiefly, the companion of Austin, stepped up to the post, threw his coat off jauntily and received his twenty lashes with indifference.

The next three were colored men; one convicted for larceny, the other two for felonious assault. They each received the usual twenty lashes and wriggled and roared under the infliction.

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