The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1893-02-08
HE WANTED A WARRANT FOR MIKE
When a Fellow Loses His Gum, and His
Tobacco, It's Time to Seek Redress.

When Fellow Loses His Gum, and His
Tobacco, It's Time to Seek Redress.
"Lem me t'roo de railin'. ! wanter
talk wild de Judge"
A small-sized boy of IL years, with
scant outfit of clothes and a liberal
allowance of freckles, stood inpatient
ly pulling at the gates that separates
the public seats from the business part
of Jefferson Market Court yesterday
afternoon. The most noticeable thing
about him was large bald spot on the
top of his head, which appeared par
ticularly white in contrast with the
brilliant autumnal coloring of the
bushy hair surrounding it. Officer
Connolly opened the gate and the boy
walked up to Justice White.
"Yer Honor" said he, II wanter git
a warrant fer One-legged Mike.
"What has One-legged Mike done to
youP" asked Justice White, smiling.
"He swiped me chaw."
"Did whatP" inquired the Justice,
with surprised look.
"Swiped me chaw. Lifted me feed.
Are you on9"
@Oh, you mean that he stole your
lunch, suppose"
Not on your life, Judge. 'Twuzn't
no grub. 'Twuz me chawin' mixtchef,
seep Me an Mike wuz pals, but we
amt pals no more. Any kid wot
snatches me baldheaded when I'm
sleepin' amt no pal o. mine. OATS
sure winner, too.
"Yer see, Judge, yesterday found
big plug o. good chawin'. It wuz
kinder strong alone, so buyed two
sticks o. gum an chawed her all up
tergether. Say, Judge, did yer ever
mix terbacker'n gumP We'll, she beats
seven of a kind, an that's straight
tip. wuz sittin' down by de dock at
Clarkson street, where me an Mike
does most of our breathin', chawin'
away ter beat de band. Mike he comes
up hustlin' along on his one crutchy,
an sez he:
"'Wotcher chawin'?'
"'Dat's my biz,' seq L
@'Gimme chanst to find OUT seq
he.
"'I amt got no knife to cut it. sez 1,
an spit out an plugged a spider
crawlin' along de groun'.
"'Corny,' sez Mike. 4 kin beat dat
shot,
"'Not wild no ammynishun off'n dis
chaw yer can't sez /.
"1'n git dat chay yet,' sez he,
shakin' his crutchy, an he went off
mad an set down ter watch some of
desc here plumber fellers, wot wuz
mendin' somethin' down by de Cunard
line pier.
81 got sleepy an crawled under a
pile o. boards an closed me peeps. But
first chucked me chawin' mixtcher in
me back hair fer safe keepin' Mex
ting knowed, one of dem plumber
fellers had me by der neck, shakin' me
till l cud feel me finger nails comm
loose.
"'I1l learn yer ter swipe my tin
shears sez he. an he gim me biff in
de jaw dat knocked me face one-sided.
Wen got up felt kinder cold on me
head. put me hand up dere, an
say, Judge, I hope ter die in soor
pipe if de top o. my nut wasn't bald as
de inside o. yer hand. come purity
near fallin' down, was so parylized.
Sez I to meself, Dat plumber felleT
muster shuk you like hellenblazes,' seq
l, ter take de hair often yer head like
dat, Corny McGinn.'
see One legged Mike sittin' dere
workin' his mug like de walkin' beam
on a ferryboat an spittin' out red hair
at evey chaw. Say, Judge, dyer catch
on ter what dat mug done. He swiped
dat chaw off'n my nut. Dere he sat,
and my back hair. IN den got licked
hell, Judge?
Gas quick as got dat idee inter me
t'inkin' box, | wuz mad fer keeps. ]
wuz, sure. made Jump for Mike,
but he just dropped often de dock an
swum off. Dey amt no use, Judge,
tryin' to catch one-legged feller in de
water, and dat's a safe bet. Dey ID
twicet as strong in one leg as anoder
feller is in two, an dey kin swim like
tommy-cod. Wen it comes ter swim
min, Mike wuz sure winner, and
knowed it. So stayed on de dock, an
l sez: Come out here an I'll spoil yer
compleckshun,' sez l.
mike lifted his crutchy outer de
water an he sez:
".Go tell, yer baldheaded bedbug.'
T'ink of his givin' me dat, Judge, after
him cuttin' me hair hissef. Wuzn't
dat frost?
Say, but dat made me tired. l went
up ter de Charles street station ter see
de Sergeant, an sez, Sarge, / want yer
ter send copper ter pull in One
legged Mike fer swipen me chaw.'
"Wot dyer t'ink de Sergeant sez
JudgeP He sez, Say, young feller,yer
talkin' too fast. Now run away an
play OATS de steer he Civ me, Judge
OATS straight, too-sure. I couldn't
take no such CUFF as dat, 80 come here
to git de warrant"
aLet me see," said Justice White
when Corny had finished his statement.
II think remember seeing you here
before. You said your name was Nc
Ginn, didn't you?"
"Oh, no, yer Honor, dat wuz my
brudder wat woz here before. I amt
never"
%Yet that boy that was up before me
for stealing apples from stand on
West street few weeks ago looked
very much like you. Just wait until
have the records looked into"
But Corny, who had been uneasily
moving toward the side door, at this
point made dash through it, leaving
One-legged Mikes warrant to be pro-
cured at some other time.-M. 2. Sun.