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The last form of the Great Morning Organ of the GOP of Wisconsin had been sent to press as James Garrison, city editor, took his way homeward after an all-night siege of

repertorial hieroglyphics and stopped in at a Westwater Street restaurant.

Among those present were men lamenting the good old days when the reds and blues were

stacked mountain high on a bob-tailed flush by the bloods with crimson in their eyes,

and there were big rolls in their pockets. There was a sprinkling of politicians there, too.

The light-fingered gentry gathered about Garrison and tried to obtain tips for a bet on the

judicial contest between Winslow and Clemenson.

They pumped it a dry well for information, and as they pumped, Emil Sanger entered and

made this remark to a group composed of Postmaster Porth, James C. Garrison, and John R. Wolf.

I suppose you're all friends of Bob Luscombe, but I'm going to kill him.

Postmaster Porth said, Bob's a friend of mine, I think he's all right.

Garrison remarked, he's a dashed good fellow.

My card, sir, replied Sanger, handing him a bit of cardboard.

You will have to answer to me for that remark, sir.

I demand that you meet me and fight a duel.

The boys all laughed, and during their laughter,

Emile Sanger walked out. This little scene enacted in the early

hours of the morning, treated at the time more as a joke than of anything else. Cut a big figure in the

trial of Robert Luscombe, the mention in the evidence of a challenge by Sanger to a newspaper man to fight a duel,

has attracted a great deal of attention.

Sanger was not intoxicated at the time he passed his card and issued his challenge.

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