The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1875-12-31

anticipations that surged within his
mind he swooped down on the docket,
sharpened his pencil, peered over the
desk and said to Charley Callahan, "Let-
no gilt-edged man escapes" and the war
Jig began. M
The first man who felt the weight OF
the judicial paw was boy; Ben Will
ming was asked TO explain the reason
why he found 1t so funny to agitate
Fred Milleps quiet household On Logan
street with patent door-knocker,kn known
among other bad boys as o .stick-tack."
He became sadly tangled in the recital.
and before he got through the Judge
marked on the big book-$1 aud costs.
"John Victor, WHAT'S your age"
"Twelye years, sir"
"This case looks bad for you, Johnny.
They. say here you stole tour bags OF
rags"
"Yes, SO lheard."
swell, what do you say about it,"
"Nothin'."
"Well, you'll take Victorious ride
took seat on the ragged edge of the
bench, and wiped away tear with the
tail of his tatIered coat.
| "Please, Your Honor, lemme go this
| time, dear. Pm goin' to swear OIL in the
mornin', aud if you ever see me here.
afther the Jumboree, why, thin send me
| up for year," Thus spoke Mary Good
win, who was caught last night stagger-
ling through Bucktown, trying to extract
comfort from stump of a villainousi
cigar, and between puts, making things
howl with her brazen tongue.
| "Mary," said His Honor, ssgo pay 50
and don't illuminate again until twelve
O'Clock tonight"
| The neighborhOod oil 1888 Court street
for years was pattern Of quiet. When
| Mrs. Ryan with her children moved
there, things took a twirl, as 1t weres
| for the worst. Mrs. Jennings has FAM
lily, too, and the children of each seem
to have entered into a compact to clean
out each other. From the looks OF that
bunch Of fluffy red hair which was shown
as evidence in Court, it would appear
that things are getting serious. His
Honor giving each party wholesome
lecture, they departed.
| Mary O'Brien then issued from the
sardine box. Mary's face was so
scratched and ill-looking, she looked as
though she had been fired through a glass
factory. Her old enemy, rum, has made
/ a severe attack upon her, and she fell.
Tomorrow while all her boon compan-
ions will be filling their skins full, pre-
lparatory to their annual swear-of, poor
Mary Will De wrestling Win hor grleI In
the Work-house. 1t is sad. Here, the
curtain falls. AT the close of the per-
formance, the four kings of the Court,
John Bender, Frank Ramsey, Johnny
i Ostendorf and Jack O'Shaughnessy
i (there's nothing small about Jack but
his name), Joined hands and circled
around the sweat-box and sang in dulcet
strains the following:
THE TEN-CENT-I
Written in the Police Court by Col. Won Mar
| tells, Interpreter.
AIR-sThe Solid Muldoon."
What joy pervades the. country, on which
| forty millions stare,
When to-day the sons Of freedom open the
| Centennial year!
Opening with the boom OF cannon and th,
rockets brilliant light,
With the ringing Of the church bells. and ths
streets with torches bright.
Thousands moving in procession; cits' and
gaudy miiitaire, ~ es sl
But whatever their profession, each one, il
sweet freedoms heir.
4 And never could this fairest city Of such gor-
geOus pageant boast,
Martial music, banners floating, moves on the
mighty host.