A group of citizens has decided it is time to try something besides gentle words as a means of ending frequent disturbances in front of the public library. Members of the group have begun taking the names of boys who spit tobacco juice on the library windows, who stop their flivvers before the front door and treat the studious people inside to a serenade of automobile horn and exhaust music, who scuffle in the entrance, whistle and yell at persons passing in and out and otherwise make an evening visit to the library an unpleasant experience.

“Nothing may happen immediately,” said a member of this group, “but that will not mean we are asleep. It is up to the boys whether we have to act or not. We have laughed off a lot already. If the disturbances near the library continues, a number of flaming youths will have a painful session with the juvenile court soon.”