The Parasol Beatdown on Commercial Dock

A few minutes before the steamer Bailey Gatzert arrived from Tacoma last evening, a good-looking young woman made her appearance on Commercial dock. She walked up and down the dock nervously; there was a wild look in her eye, and every few seconds she would bring her parasol down with a thud that boded no good for the object of her wrath. When the steamer touched at the landing, her anger reached such a pitch that her face was aglow with color. A dapper young fellow in a grey suit came tripping down the gangplank. The moment he reached the dock, the woman swung her parasol and caught him squarely behind the ear with such force as to almost knock him down. The fellow started to run but the irate female caught him by the coat tails and held him. 'What do you mean by running away from me—your wife—for another woman?' she demanded and then cuffed him soundly with her hands. A crowd gathered and a policeman stopped further fighting. The couple marched away, the woman still holding to his coat tails. On Second street, near Madison, the fellow managed to break away, disappearing down an alley as fast as his legs could carry him. The woman's name is Mrs. Crook and her husband is said to be a waiter.