Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-02-18
SCENES AT CENTRAL.
His Honor Wndes Through 25 Unfortunates
Like n House Afire-Let No Drunken
Man Escape on Sunday.

His Honor Wades Through 25 Unfortunate'
Like n House Afre-Let No Drunkel
Man Escape on Sunday.
Then the vags, blase and bleary,
Faced His Hon, sitting weary
On the Central station cat that wished sh'
were upon the floor;
While he nodded, nearly slumb'ring,
Suddenly there came rumbling,
As of some one gently tumbling, tumbhnt
through the grated door.
'"Tis some prisoner, he muttered,
Kicked clean through the grated door.
Thirty days. and-thirty more?
Just 25 lugubrious disconsolates occupied
the mourners' bench yesterday morning, anc
glanced apprehensively at Justice Gripp t.
see if the Court had slept we'll or not, for il
some cases the old-timers knew their sen
tences depended upon the length OF tine
august Courts snooze.
John McCord, just out of the workhouse
drunk and begging. John McCord jus
! back to the workhouse.
Messrs. Matthews and Phillips, two great
big men, were trying to pawn necklace fol
5S cents, and Phillips acknowledged the
pitiful fact that it belonged to his wife; dis.
charged.
Kelly, Bray and Lee formed beautiful
trio, tryingto sell alleged gold rings at s.
per ring. The rings they tackle in the
workhouse forthe next so days will be rings
that encircle the exterior of barrel.
P. Mcguire, drunk and discharged; An
ME Miller, drunk and five DAYS to jail; a
distinction with a iustifable difference, as
Annie's record and the police docket tally
most beautifully.
Mr.. Partez blockaded Smithfeld street,
and wouldn't move on. He sells the great
"Whitechapel puzzle" but be won't sell it
for five davs. Meanwhile he can think of
another puzzle and call it the county
Jail"
A whisky bottle, billingsgate, and julie
Brown and John Connors formed the con-
stituent principles of q beautiful brawl.
Brown was told he could go, and he gal
loped up the asphaltum pavement like a
whole fire department, trying to put him
self out,
Pete Harrington is hardly ever out of the
workhouse. He is out now, but in Jail.
Joe Wilmot has been on protracted
booze. Ten days in Jail will reduce the
swelling in his poor aching head, and ten
der nature, allowed a short respite, will
smooth out the heavy lines under his eyes
naked eve can scan it undazzled by its bor-
rowed hue.
Tom Maddv knocked Tom Murray down.
He was discharged; though the Court
doesn't like to encourage knockdowns as a
rule, some exceptions are justifable.
John Murphy has been joking again. He
calls this joke: going to certain houses and
then raising howl of robbers and offering
to compromise with the inmates for a certain
sum. Even those people have rights, and
the Court gave it to him right where he
lived to settle up some of his previous little
jokes.
John Crowly is alleged to have struck a
man on the Bluff (whatever part that is),
then tried to rob him. Johnnie will e1-
plain in court.
At the o'clock afternoon drill the officers
were ranged in line and went through a
series of convolutions illustrating re-
fractory arrest. The Captain sent them on
their way with the usual admonition: Let
no drunken man escape" He doesn't like
to see drunken man on the Sabbath, and
an encounter means troublous times for the
unwary boozer.