HALLOWE'EN TRICKS
They Will Make Life Miserable for Older Duluthians Tonight.
THE BOYS ARE "LAYING FOR 'EM"
And Every Disturber Tradition Can Suggest Will Be Employed.

Notes of preparation fill the air and announce the near approach of Hallowe'en. For the past few days there have been occasional squawks from penny whistles or experimental showers of corn against shop windows. This was by way of anticipation. By tonight these premonitory symptoms will be accentuated and multiplied by thousands of whistles and tin horns applied to the lips of as many school boys.

The young Duluthian has a dreamy look in his eye this morning. He is thinking, perhaps, of his plans for the night. Hallowe'en night is peculiarly his own and differs from all other nights as Thanksgiving dinner differs from lunch on washday. His pockets are filled with small, hard kernels, selected with a view to producing a maximum rattle and a minimum breakage when forcibly applied to window panes.

He isn't a bad fellow, that rosy-cheeked, bright-eyed schemer. His appetite for strange and startling events is perhaps abnormal, but he would rather carry off a gate or transplant signboards any day than to stretch strings across the sidewalk and trip folks up. Even when made bold by numbers and out for revenge he can't help a qualm of remorse when he has contributed to someone's positive discomfort or done some irreparable damage.

To evade policemen or watchful householders while fulfilling the mission of a mischievous pixy—that is pure fun and joy, and such secret misdeeds satisfy the yearnings of his soul, which for 364 days and nights of the year are comparatively stifled and dormant.

A thorough search through the woodsheds, stable lofts and attics of the city would no doubt reveal a surprising number of hollowed out pumpkins, artistically carved to imitate the human countenance. Tallow candles are not much used in cities nowadays, but your average boy has been secreting scraps and ends of candles for a week or more. Where he could afford the outlay he has even bought two or three from the corner grocery and generously divided up with his younger brothers.

His sisters will pull taffy, that is if they can find it after they set it out to cool. They will also have an opportunity to interview a real live ghost in the moonlight if their brothers are successful in purloining a couple of sheets from the linen closet.

It has been established beyond question that all policemen once were boys. That is probably the reason that on Hallowe'en a well regulated copper would rather step aside into a dark shadow and watch mysterious proceedings with a smile of amusement than interfere and spoil the fun. But duty is duty, and if things look at all serious he emerges from the gloom and causes a decided scattering among the Brownies.

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