A saloon keeper, G. R. Neighbors, of Elizabethtown, Ky., struck me
over the head with a chair, July 23, 1904. In going up to the hall to fill
an engagement. I passed this man and walking into his saloon, said, why
are you in this business, drugging and robbing the people? "Hush! You
get out." I replied, "Yes you want a respectable woman to get out, but
you will make any woman's boy a disgrace, you ought to be ashamed."
I then passed out going to the hall. After the lecture I passed by his
place again. He was sitting in a chair in front of the saloon, and I said,
"Are you the man that runs this business?" and in a moment with an oath
he picked up the chair and with all his strength, sent it down with a
crash on my head. I came near falling, caught myself, and he lifted the
chair the second time, striking me over the back, the blood began to cover
my face, and run down from a cut on my forehead. I cried out, "He has
killed me," An officer caught the chair to prevent a third blow.
There were two officers in the crowd. I cried out, "Is there no one
to arrest this man?" No one appeared to do it. He went back in his
saloon. I to the hotel. Some one sent for a doctor who came and dressed
the wound on my forehead, my left arm was badly bruised, also my
back. Had it not been for my bonnet, I should have suffered more.
This outragous act roused the people. The women and men came to see
me indignant, saying this outrage would not be tolerated.
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