Monk Baker, a well-known jitney driver of this city, had a very close call on last Friday night while he was enroute to Cornelius. He had hauled a number of young people down there early in the night and about 10 o’clock he was returning for his passengers. Just below Mount Mourne, he fell in behind another car. He blew his horn several times but the pace-setter gave no heed and very little room. Finally Baker started to pass the car and when he did the occupants of the front car attempted to wave him down and when Baker had come to a very slow move, some occupant of the other car took a pot shot at Baker, the bullet passing very near to the young man’s head. Only one shot was fired, and had there been another bullet chasing Baker it would never have reached him. He stepped on the gas and went from there.
Policemen are of the opinion that the car in Baker’s way was a booze wagon and the occupants thought Baker was after them. On the other hand, some are of the opinion that the occupants of the pistol-shooting car took Baker’s car for a bootlegger, and were determined to make a haul. Baker may live long, but his shadow will never grow heavier, says Patrolman Will Brown.
From the front page of the Mooresville Enterprise, Thursday, Feb. 25, 1926
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