Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-03-06
THOUGHT IT FUNNY.
The Arrest of Captain and Mark
Wishart Considered a Joke.
LAW AND ORDER IN THE PATROL.
Some Lively Hustling Ensues to Secure the
Necessary Bail.
CAPTAIN HINTS OF TROUBLES TO COME

A beautiful joke was perpetrated yester-
day, on everybody concerned, and it has set
the whole city laughing. Captain Wishart
and his Mark were arrested for disorderly
conduct. How funny-an anomoly, con-
tradiction, an apochryphal situation! Justice
in shackles, public peace in the patrol
wagon, the head and front of the Law and
Order Society in cell No. 4, Central station!
The comedy was perfectly worked up, and
the finale came off according to schedule,
and all will be forgiven if the people only
stop laughing.
1t seems that John Martin had claimed,
as per yesterday mornings paper, that Mark
Wishart had thumped him over the eye, and
as this was utterly inconsistent with john
nie's ideas of the right and proper, he
thumped back.
This closed the first act, and joke number
two opened up on Grant street, little after
o'clock yesterday afternoon. A solitary
policeman was seen holding on to his dig
nifty and writ of awful import at the same
time. Captain Wishart, gray hair, glasses,
silk hat, umbrella and all, descended the
Court House steps, accompanied by his son
Mark, the latter clinging to soft felt hat,
cigarette, and look of defiance at the as
sembled crowd.
THAT SOLITARY COPPER.
The couple had nearly reached Diamond
street when the solitary policeman fastened
after them, and tapped the Captain on the
shoulder, when the following cheerful con-
versation ensued, according to the state
ment of the arresting officer, Ketter:
"Howde do, Captain?"
"Why, how are you?"
Both parties must evidently have been
very well, for the conversation continued:
"Where will find Mark Wishaft?"
81" said W. No. 2, advancing, II am
Mark Wishart."
"Well (pleasantly), 1 have warrant for
the arrest of you two."
"a warrant? Let me see it." said the
Captain, who examined it as if it was a
rara avis. "Ahl Um! Wishart-Son
Mark-by John Martin-disorderly con-
duct-Justice Grip-Well, all right, sir; it
will only require a forfeit; here it is, !"
opening pocketbook.
"I can't accept any money from you"
"Well, will go with you"
Gus green box at the corner of Wylie and
Fifth avenues).
"Where?"
"I guess we'll take ride"
According to Ketter's report, the two
weren't proud; they would just as soon
walk; but he laid an authoritative hand on
the elder gentleman's arm, and they moved
as one man, though he said Mark made a
casual remark that if he had. known what
was coming, he would have been fixed, and
it would have taken half the police force to
make such an arrest.
The wagon hustled along in due time,
and by this time the street was black with
people, while every window in the Court
House was white with faces.
The two clambered in with Ketter, care
full attendant, and the crowd, realizing at
last that the chief of the Law and Order was
actually in the patrol wagon, set up tre-
mendous cheer. This made the Captain
mad, and he stood up in the rocking wagon,
and shaking his umbrella shouted. "You
dirty blackguardsr' The assembled multi
tude, however, gathered on the curbstone
and sang unanimously,
"a naradOx a naradox