The Man Who Stopped Getting Up for Food

John Turnrose, a young man of fine physical proportions, was in the police court yesterday to answer the charge of sleeping in a shack without the permission of the owner. His case is a peculiar one, and the man himself is an example of a man who has lost all interest in life and would just as soon die as live. He would be an interesting subject for Col. Robert Ingersoll to talk about in his discussion as to whether suicide is a crime. Turnrose has been at the police station on two occasions to sleep, and each time did not leave until earnestly solicited. Although urged to seek work, he insisted on returning to an old shack on Lane street, near the Grand street bridge, where he would lie down and apparently invite death. The neighbors took pity on him and gave him food, but he did not even take the trouble to get up for it. He would roll over and grab it, then roll back, and after eating remain like a dog who has satisfied his appetite. When he was arraigned in court he would not plead, but only cried. No matter what questions the judge put to him, he answered in the same words: "I don't care what you do with me." After repeated questioning it was learned that he had given up the struggle because when he worked he failed to get his money. He is now under a six months' sentence, the judge offering to allow him to leave the city, but he refused.