|The Detroit Free Press, June 7, 1909|
In this case it was Mrs. Prenslauer, wife of the Secretary of the Poor Commission, who always carried out a bag of fresh fruit large enough to feed a whole ward. What bags you had Mrs. Prenslauer! The nameless two were an elderly woman who was a sort of treasured queen in her ward living out the final years of life in the relative bliss of charity. And what about the old Mason who recognized one of the estimators as a brother-in-arms? The frail old man talked rationally about how the fraternity allowed him to remain in custody despite his wishes to the contrary. This was only a moment of sanity, of course, because the Masons would never allow an outrage of the sort among their minions. Surely the man was insane.