K. Well, it was pretty raw. The saloons, of course; and the rough element actually got into the town. Why, things got to be pretty bad. Gambling was wide open. In fact of the case, the churches and the good people of the town tried in a way to stop that thing but the authorities didn't pay any attention to it, they just let them run wide open. So one man, Mr. George W. Carroll, who was one of the finest characters that ever walked in shoe leather, he was just a gentleman from the first of the word, "go," he insisted on the authorities shutting these saloons down, especially part of the day, and on Sundays. Well anyway, they paid no attention to him. He wore a long beard, way down to here. He went to work and shaved his beard off, put on an old rough suit of clothes, and an old cap with the bill turned back-wards, walked up to the door and knocked on the door, and they looked at him and said, "Well there's another sucker," and so they let him in. He walked in there and sat around a little while till he'd seen the roulette game going on, the dice game going on, and the poker games going on. He said, "Boys, I don't know if you know who I am, I'm George Carroll. You boys are under arrest."