"This note is for you, God bless you, you _____ fool you. Yours very respectfully, JACK THE RIPPER.
Monday February 3rd, '89

P.S. All ye dissipated women be WAN, for I am in town. JACK THE RIPPER
6-14-20"

It was carefully folded in a small pasteboard box, and the box wrapped in an abundance of thin brown wrapping paper. The package was marked simply:

"For You, City"

It was picked up on Broda street bridge about 8 o'clock last night.

The fake notes have had a curious effect, confined, of course, almost entirely to the negroes. They have done more than three or four city ordinances have done in keeping an objectionable class of women off the streets at night, but on the other hand your cook's hours have been changed in a fashion that hints at bygone and covered up and unsuspected immorality.

Chief Magruder received the following note this morning:

"I have decided to leave Atlanta and make Rome my headquarters, believing that my services are needed here. I shall begin operations in two days.

JACK THE RIPPER."