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No Blood Was On The Hat

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Parent Issue
Day
29
Month
May
Year
1903
Copyright
Public Domain
OCR Text

Patterson's Hat Stained With Logwood.

 

Search Is Abandoned

 

The Officers Believing That He Has Simply Skipped - No Reasons Can Be Assigned.

 

The officers have seemingly lost all interest in Patterson, the senior medical student who so mysteriously disappeared, leaving behind a letter indicating foul play.

 

The hat found on Deputy Postmaster Vandawarker's lawn was not stained with blood, but with logwood, which makes a stain that resembles blood. This was determined by chemical analysis.

 

Patterson occasionally got drunk and appeared in Justice Doty's court on March 4 and was fined $5 and costs for being drunk on Huron street.

 

The officers had picked him up the night before. They knew who he was, but he gave his name for the police court docket as Albert Randall.

 

In spite of this he was said to have been a fine student.

 

His fiancee took a cold-chisel and hammer and went over to Patterson's room yesterday afternoon and, forcing the lock of his trunk, took her letters to him from the trunk.

 

The reason for this mystery just before graduation is not apparent. Patterson had neither father nor mother. He has two married sisters living in Indiana. He was not in such circumstances that it would be natural for him to throw up his chances for a diploma and the right to practice for which he had spent four years of study here, within a couple of weeks before the end of his work. At the same time no one now seems to take any stock in the letter he left behind or its being anything but a disappearance.

 

People treat it is something of a laughing matter and the Argus has received the following unsigned communication:

 

To the Editor - On the night of Mr. Patterson's murder, the writer of this saw a large object ascend the air, rising upward about five hundred feet and shoot off in a southerly direction.  Since reading the terrible announcement of the death &c. of Mr. Patterson, the writer is convinced that the large object which he saw was nothing else than a flying machine which carried off the remains of our young friend to Mexico to be dealt with as the enormity of his act toward the organization which he had betrayed, deserves. I would give my name to this information but that I fear the same dreadful doom would overtake me at the hands of these foul fiends, should they know who is giving them away.  Yours in dread.