Did Lola Montez really kick a New Orleans policeman in the stomach when he tried to arrest her?

No. More like two counts of attempted ADW (Assault with a Deadly Waapon)--she pulled out a dagger--on a police officer and A & B (Assault & Battery) on a police office--she bit the officer's hand. Here's an account of it."Lola Montez, the fair, the eccentric, the danseuse, the actress, the artist, the authoress, the Countess of Landsfeldt, has been - our pen sheds black tears as we record the fact - arrested by our city police!

Who that has seen the gentle Lola acting over again the historic wonders of her own romantic past, can fail to be interested in the unfolding of another chapter of her strange history. As an impartial chronicle of events we write what we know of a most singular occurence, and we do so the more readily as, thus far, we have been behind our contemporaries in noticing the striking points and peculiarities of the Countess of Landsfeldt. We act under no desire to encourage scandal, but simply to give a true statement of a fact which the public generally are interested, and fearing that distorted accounts may get abroad through the agency of pens less faithful than our own.

Thus having premised, we proceed to the arrest. When the eccentric Countess left New York, she was accompanied by a female who had engaged to perform the duties of "maid of all work" for certain stipulated wages. This maid of all work performed her said duties for a time without grumbling, but recently, since her mistress' spirit has been rendered irritable by rumors of the loss of a husband, and other annoyances, she has set up a bill of rights, among which a privilege to grumble was specially insisted upon.

Matters thus stood till yesterday, when the quarrel between the maid and the mistress grew to a most energetic height. The maid demanded payment for her work and dismissal from her service, and argued the demand with so much democratic daring, that the Countess grew furious, and forgetting the aristocratic distinctions of rank, "pitched into her," vulgarly so speaking, and gave her what a comical Irishman, said to named Paddy, once gave a drum. Not yet satisfied, the maid left the presence of the irrate countess, and directed her steps to the recorder's office, where she a tale of wrongs unfolded, interspersed with sobs.

The recorder turned an attentive ear to the maid's story, and eventually issued a warrant for the arrest of the offending Lola. Another difficulty now presented itself. Who, among the members of the city police, would be bold enough to execute the warrant?

This difficulty was, however, at length got safely over, and the dwelling of Lola, ere nightfall, was entered by two of the knights of the brazen crescent. One stepped up to Loal told his errand, and requested her to accompany him to the police station. If the blood of Lola "fired up" at the impertinence of the maiden, how did it boil over and over when the male agents of the law appeared before her.

With lips of virgen innocence she affirmed (using all the vehemence of an oath) that she would not go. The officer insisted. She threw herself on her dignity, and declared that she was a countess.

The officer declared that countesses did not pass current in this country. Then, drawing a dagger, the fair Lola declared that she would defend her own liberty and honor. Matters had now arrived at a pretty pass.

The flashing eye of the heroine of Bavaria was as fearful and brilliant as the bright blade which she held in her dexter hand, and the two officers quailed before her. At length, when one of them engaged the attention of the heroine in front, and with a bravery which did honor to his Moslem badge, parried her passes, the other, by a counter movement, made and attack from the rear, and seized the countess by the arms. Now came the tug of war.

The countess lost her dirk, but her teeth were left, and she used them on the hands and persons of her opponents with an energy which proved their soundness. While the storm was going on within, the friends of the countess gathered around her dwelling, and appeared to be sadly grieved at the turn which things had taken. Some of them at length got into the room and the countess, by this move, for a moment obtained her liberty, at their request.

She then stepped up to the sideboard, seized a small vial labelled poison, swallowed its contents and then with a triumphant voice exclaimed, "Now I shall be free from all further indignity! " It followed, of course, that the countess fainted, came to, smoked two cigars, fainted again, and the officers, though doubting the reality of the poison, were fair to leave their arrestee under a promise made by her friends, that in due time she would appear before the recorder.

I cant really gove you an answer,but what I can give you is a way to a solution, that is you have to find the anglde that you relate to or peaks your interest. A good paper is one that people get drawn into because it reaches them ln some way.As for me WW11 to me, I think of the holocaust and the effect it had on the survivors, their families and those who stood by and did nothing until it was too late.