Here is a story you can believe or not, just as you please. It isn’t part of a Keystone scenario, but it happened right here in Hammond.
    One night last week. Phil Croak, a brother of Jack Croak, the State street plumer, was driving through East Hammond about 11 o’clock. It was raining quite hard and the windshield of Croak’s car was covered with mist and rain, making it difficult to see the road. As Phil drove along he noticed a slight jolt as though the car had struck a bad place in the street, but he thought nothing of it and drove on.
    He proceeded to Calumet avenue and there the wind-shield was an covered with mist that he was forced to stop and walk around to the front of the car to wipe it off. To his astonishment he found a man comfortably seated on the bumper of the machine.
    “What in the world are you doing there,” said Croak in astonishment. “I am just riding till yez git ready to take me back to where yea picked me up,” said the uninvited passenger with a strong Irish accent.
    Croak turned around and took the man back.

From— The Lake County times. (Hammond, Ind.), 29 March 1921. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress.