The Riot at the White River Schoolhouse

While visiting the county jail yesterday, the reporter's attention was called to a rather fair-looking boy, probably 13 years of age, who was sitting on the edge of the bed in his cell, eating his evening meal. 'What are you doing here?' asked the reporter, to which the youthful offender replied: 'You see, my folks are named Lowry, and live at Fort Madison. I came to Seattle some time ago and made my living by doing odd jobs. Finally, young Richards and I thought we would go up White River and look for work, as the grass was getting pretty short in town. Well, we went, and after knocking around in that section, we met a big fellow who lives up there, and with him went to the schoolhouse. We got inside the house, and after skylarking around there for a while, the big fellow said, "Let's have some fun," and threw an eraser through the window. Richards and I pitched in then, and the three of us broke all the windows in the building, and smashed things up generally. After we got through, Richards and I were arrested, and brought to town. We were both put in jail, but Richards' mother got him out. I don't know the big fellow's name who put us up to do the mischief, but I think he ought to be arrested, too. I don't know what the law will do with me. When I go into court I'll tell the truth, and take my share with the balance of the prisoners.'