From the Lawrence Daily Journal-World for June 5, 1911:

• “With pianos banging out the catchy sort of rag time which only a negro can coax from an instrument, the faint tinkle of chipped ice against glass rims, and the pungent odor of hops permeating the atmosphere, the resorts in the bottoms were in full swing Saturday night, when the county authorities conducted an unexpected raid. The Cottage Hotel, Aunt Jane’s and several individual places were raided, netting fourteen victims. At Aunt Jane’s the raiding party found several city gentlemen drinking carefully iced beer. They were allowed to go home.”
• “At 11:30 this morning a milk wagon collided with a street car on Indiana street and the milk wagon got the worst of it. The wagon was the property of J. T. Hedges and the boy driving it said that the lines got crossed causing him to pull the wrong one.”
• “This is the month of the year when hubby gobbles his supper, crams a handful of cigars in his pocket and rushes off into the night to be gone until the early hours of morning. Experienced wives who recognize the symptoms know that the season for electing lodge officers has arrived, and go to bed without waiting for the erstwhile one’s return.”