"A well known citizen of Redlands had the misfortune yesterday afternoon to be standing in close proximity to an Indian who was slightly under the weather and whose powers of navigation were impeded from the use of too much “fire water,” when a United States marshal happened along and captured the Indian and took him to the lockup.
In an endeavor to apprehend the person who had sold the liquor to his dusky brother, the official of Uncle Sam pounced upon the Redlands man, ans he was the nearest person in sight when the Indian was captured, and took him down to the jail. The Indian was brought fourth and interrogated as to whether this was the man who had sold him the o-be-joyful, and much to the relief of our good citizen a negative shake of the head caused him to be released.
The only Indian that looks good to our friend now is the dead one and he is not bankering to look on a dead one, either."

From my newspaper in 1909.