Puck — November 13, 1878 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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Mr. Finnecan (fresh from the Paris Exhibi- tion) —‘‘ Esker Madham Feenaygong daymoore eecy?” +. Mrs. FInnecan (ecstatically)—“ Pat, darlin’, is it yerself? Mother 0’ Moses! but the Frinch twist is all over ye, me b’y!” POLICE! Another Gigantic Burglary!! THE TRIBUNE BUILDING STOLEN!!! WHERE IS IT? THE POLICE PUZZLED. MOTIVES FOR THE DI VIEWS WITH JAY G TERESTED PARTIES, AND OTHERS. FULL DETAILS TO BE FOUND IN PUCK ONLY. PRICE, lOCENTS, On Every NEwSTAND. HE series of gigantic burglaries which has astounded and terrified New York for several months past, has been brought to a terrific climax by the robbery of the Zribune Building, with all its inmates, which startling catastrophe took place last night. It is buta few weeks since the metropolis stood aghast at the theft of two millions and a half from the Manhattan Savings Institution; and our citi- zens had no sooner recovered from this shock than the mysterious abduction of the body of the late Mr. A. T. Stewart again threw our de- tective force into a state of hopeless perplexity. And now the crowning horror has burst upon the city. Our noblest monument of journal- istic enterprise has been ravished from us, with all its appurtenances, including Mr. Whitelaw Reid. Where is this sort of thing to stop? We don’t know, and our feelings overpower us, anyway. We therefore settle down to the cold particulars, reserving the right to make any appropriate reflections which may occur to us as we go along. THE CRIME was probably perpetrated between the hours of 7 P.M.and 6:30 A.M. It was first discovered by Roundsman Mulligan, who, on going into the restaurant in the basement of the building (generally known as the Tall Tower Rum-shop) for the usual police stimulant, observed the ab- sence of the building overhead. Officer Mul- ligan called the attention of a waiter to his discovery. The waiter, who is a native of Pomerania, replied that he had not observed anything of the sort; but that if it were the case, he should probably see it in the Staats- Zeitung in the course of the week. The officer then left the restaurant, and held extended consultation with a Sun reporter, who con- firmed his worst suspicions. THE BUILDING WAS GONE; and not a trace of it was to be seen. ‘The fol- lowing message was then sent to Police Head- quarters, whence was afterwards issued a general alarm: “Some time during the night the Zribune Building, including the tall tower, was bodily carried off with its editor and staff, So bulky an article would probably have attracted at- tention in the course of transmission through the city. It is unlikely that it would be taken across the ferries, as the weather-cock and clock-tower would project over the bulwarks of the boat. Keep a sharp lookout in your pre- cinct, and make a thorough and searching in- vestigation. Read yesterday's: Zribune, it you can get it; it is the leading American newspaper. SUPERINTENDENT WALLING.”” Captain Williams, with Detectives Field and O'Connor, was soon ON THE SITE where once stood the magnificent pile, which had been spirited away as cleanly as was Alad- din’s famous palace by the wicked magician. Printing House Square presented a naked a) pearance bereft of its chief ornament, and the Sun office looked quite imposing without its giant neighbor. To a Puck reporter Detective O'Connor remarked, “It’s the neatest job I ever saw, and it must have been done by pro- fessional cracksmen.” Mr. Jay Gould and a large number of his Wall Street friends now arrived at the spot, as also several admirers of Mr. Whitelaw Reid, who were surprised at the unexampled boldness of the robbery, and expressed much concern as to the whereabouts of the young editor and the remarkable building. ‘The Puck reporter, though keeping his weather-eye open for a trace of the missing pile, lost no time in INTERVIEWING MR. JAY GOULD, Puck Man,—What do you think has be- come of the Zridune Building? Mr. Goutp.—I really have no theory on the subject, but if the miscreants who stole it think I’m going to offer a reward for its recovery they are very much mistaken. If I never get it back, I will be no party to encouraging such outrages. P. M.—But Mr. Reid and— Mr. Goutp.—Reid—whose Mr. Reid? Is that the young man who used to tend the elevator? Seeing that Mr. Gould was excited, the Puck reporter then retired, and afterwards obtained from various parties in the neighborhood the following VALUABLE INFORMATION: ‘The apple woman at the corner of Spruce Street stated that she saw several suspicious looking characters, about seven o'clock, enter the now roofless Zridune Beer Saloon. If these were not Sun reporters, they were probably the fiendish building-snatchers. A small boot- black, well known on the street, was morally certain that he heard two or three horse-cars pass along at about the time the robbery is sup- posed to have taken place; and the soda-foun- tain man at Hudnut’s is convinced that he saw an express wagon drawn by one horse—if not a wheelbarrow—at the corner of Broadway and Barclay Street. LATER. Up to the time of going to press no news has been received of the missing building, nor is there any clue. Mr, Dana has, however, in the kindest manner, placed the office of the Sun at the disposal of Mr. Jay Gould, that the Tribune may be issued as usual. $25.00 REWARD OFFERED, AFTER ALL, Whereas, during the night of Monday, the Tribune Building was bodily abstracted from its foundation and carried away to parts un- known: By direction of Mr. Jay Gould, the above reward is offered for the return of the edifice and editor, and such information as will convict the thieves. Two liddle boys went oud for to blay, Dey blayed on a drumpet der liflong day. ~ Dey spielt sehr bad, und dot vas vot Made dem liddle hares behafe like dot. comicbooks.com