The herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1893-1900, 1895-01-08
THE POLICE COURT.
HEAVY SENTENCES GIVEN THE
ia MANY MIGRANTS.
Ono Beggsr swoars He Ssked Only for
Matches, white the Officer swears
He Askzd for Mo&ey.

A great crowd showed and nudged
each other in the old city hall police
court yesterday afternoon when Justice
Ovens, well-built, far-iaced man
with dropping moustaohe sat down in
his more or less profitable chair and
looked at the "Dnll pen" before him.
The judge looked contentsd. more go
perhaps than he did before election. yet
as he was in the same official chair two
years ago, he assumed The duties OF the
Office with the grace of chief justice.
Across thu hall was another newly
elected police judge, Justice Morrison,
who was also engaged in assuming the
official robe just thrown off By Judge Ii.
G. Austin. The new constable, Henry
Johnson, was also occupying neat
little office on the same floor.
The police court Was opened at l 80
p. M, both Judges Seaman and Austin
having retired at noon. Ths new dep
uty district attorney, w. 7. James,
strolled complacently in before tho
throng OF loaiers had assembled, and he
soon had long list OF cong lsints-
out and filed with the new clerk, the
accom- nodating e. w. Kineey.
By and by, after his honor had found
out why so many Migrants were before
him, he called out The name OF James
Mooney.
Stand up. James Mooney" uaid the
kind-faced magistrate, as he iumb led
over half dozen complaints lying on
bis desk.
A fuzzy haired youth, without neck
tie or shave, and with iaoe 90 red
that it had every right to, flag the free
beet lunch Of a German saloon, ehotfled
TO the dock.
A moment before this, big Officer
Fitield swors on the stand that he cav
Mooney ask more than dozen persons
tor the price Of meal Have you any
questions to ask the officer, the wit
ness Z" Intercepted the court.
YES, sir," said Mooney. "Did you"
pointing to the big policeman. count
the persons | approached on the street
in search OF money, as you say ?'
An audible giggle went through the
throng OF choice court ioafers. and the
policeman looked Wise.
Answer his question:" said the prog
ecutor, who reclined comfortably in an
iron backed, short-legged chair, just
back OF the newly-dressed bailif.
Eyes, sir l am sure saw him strike
over dozen, your honor, He stood in
front OF restaurant, and -"
That will do, Mr.. Officer. Take the
stand, James Mooney" said the court.
"You see," said the frizzled haired
youth, 81 was about to start out OF town
and needed some matches to build fires on
the road, so struck three persons for
them. No, / did not ask for cent. l
had just had my dinner"
Thus the mill ground out justice
for three solid hours. and it was
day of Justice indeed. When
the court had examined all of
the 40 vsgrants, questioned them
closely, and found out which of them
wanted work and which "toil not, Meth.
or do they spin," the sentences were
read out by one. The grist turned
out was the following:
Charles Gray. W. @. Wilson, James
Mooney, Jamss Malone. go days in the
chainRang; John Riley, 50 days; John
Hoffman. 80 days; Pete Lacy, 20 days
Tom Mcmahon, Harry Walker. Eugene
Devins, John Lannon. Ed G. Has
brauck, 10 days: Frank Roach. Alvin
Beck, Richard Andrews, Dan Ferguson,
Fred Miller, 10 days.