Chicago Tribune, November 11, 1913. I mourn this lost Chicago, a city where a well-read, shotgun-wielding spinster lady could squat, farm and defend the boundaries of her river island for a decade before attracting the attention of the authorities.
Oh damn you, federal government, and your meddling, river-dredging ways.
A “blind pig,” for those who don’t know, is an unlicensed drinking establishment. I guess you could argue that our Lilian should have taken a live-and-let-live approach rather than rat out her nearest neighbor to the bluenoses, but then you probably don’t live next to a blind pig.