The evening times., 1896-06-11
Flce-clmedy Character Of a
Police Court Case.
EXPERTS AS TO HoRsEFLE LEsH
Messrs. Moss and Kicks Testified,
But the Judge Did Not Give Much
Weight to Their Words-WillteZ Eel
ler's Night In Cell-POliceman
Duvall's Bicycle Suit.

ipgs of flamboyant hue, strobe this morn
| ing through the police courtand seated him
| self ON the bench reserved for officers.
Flynn watched him with amazement.
| "WlI, may Ireland niver be free," he
| said '.if there amt wun OF thin foony
| little boisickle judes mixing up wild de
foinest. I'll put him out in jiffy," and
Flynn advanced on the enemy.
"Come out OF this said Flynn, taking
a firm hold Oh the young mans COLLAR
and raising him up. Take you safe
among the Dutty bikers where you belong"
Let go there, Nike" laughed the young
man. Don't you know me-"
Flynpdropped him back on the bench with
| whach, examining him contenptuously
from the golfstockings stothepompauourilai hair.
..B' the powers, il it tain't Duvali wild
his mustache off and wearin a womins
stochin's,' gasped Flynn, leaving alb
| ruptly and telling a group OF policemen
III the hail, If he obeyed the dictates of
"juty'' he would prefer charges To the
| major against Duvall for wearing clothes
unbecoming an officer and gentleman.
| Duvallis is one OF the officers detailed Cd Il
bicycle TO run down scorchers.
NIGHT IN THE STATION.
The first prisoner was William Zcilcr,
fourteen years old, who spent last night
in a cell at the Eighth precinct station
|
Ii. S. Davis, a special watchinan at the
baseball grounds.
The boy sat i'll the pen with woman
of the town of the lowest type on one
side of him and half drunken vagrant
on the other.
William rubbed his dirty fingers in
his red, swollen eyes as he wondered why
he was locked up and what his fate would
| be at the hands of the FED mustached gen.
teinan seated behind a high desk.
Davis, a short man, in blue suit of
clothes, with his hair slicked on his low
forehead in scallops, took the stand.
'This boy" lie said, pointing TO the trern-
bling defendant, Jumped over the wire
fence into the 50-cent seats yesterday
and began cursing me. He said: Look at
the id old special, meaning me-
well, what else?" said the Judge, i'm
patiently.
I'VE have strict orders'' continued Davis,
Ito keep boys away from those seats.
They run over them and take everything
they can. get their hands on
what is the cha rye in this case?" asked
the court.
The clerk replied disorderly conduct.
Come up here, William" said the court
kindly, land tell me what you were doing
IN the grounds"
u was sein' papers, sobbed the boy.
~ coined in through the gate. After the
ninth innin' seen this man an said look
at the special, he's got new cap. Then he
, pulled me-"
J Whom do you live with:' asked the
! judge.
My father"
\ Go To school,"
mo, sir: / have 10 work in a stable.
y tendin' horses. chopin wood and dom
\ chores.'
= Case dismissed" said the court.
Davis holds no commission as special
| W oh N FRI iTl @ ri
= LIKE A FARCE CoMEDY.
D The case of George Neal wasnore likcsi,
\ farce comedy than judicial hearing, anc
= his honor, Prosecutor PuGh, Attorneys
y Ricks and Moss, were a clever company of
2 comedians, who pla yed the piece well.
j George was charged with cruelty to AM
mails in driving an old horse which Agent,
, Reiplinger and Rabbit Of the Humane Sc
i ciety say is not fit to work. They said
y his hoofs are swollen and sore, causing
i the brute pain every step.
z Moss and Ricks defended Neaie and put
q each other on the stand rs experts in horse
flesh and its diseases. After the agents
y had testified Moss balanced his eyeglasse
n on the end of his nose, cleared his throat
= i portcntously and said: Your honor, |
y shall now put expert testimony on the
2 stand'
81 "whc DO you mcan?'' asked the Judge.
My colleague-Brother Ricks.'' replied
y Moss, digging his fingers in his pyramic. o
j hair.
p "Yo' 'onnah,'' said Ricks there aim
q thing in the world the matter with thi!
horse. He's got big feet, very big feet
y that's ALL"
s Now, your honor" remarked Moss, tri
umphantly, what do you think OF that?'
a wHATHIs HONOR THOUGHT
s The Judge looked as if he was not suffer
2 ing from edirication at Kicks remarks.
q what do You know about horses, Mr.
= Ricks?''
a Ricks said he kne W every thing aboutthem
x intimating there was not planet in tn
81 equine world he was not familiar with
@ Il have worked 'em on farms, driven 'er
y and ploughed EN-
q Il want the court to take judicial motto
right here, i" interjected Mr.. Pugh. quickly
"that the witness is n better plough han,
than he is a lawyer
Kicks was completely flabbergasted at tn
thrust.
He looked very hard at the prosecutin,
attorney, contenting himself with the re
mark that he was successful in anything h
undertook.
I'm afraid I'll have to doubt you
success as an expert" said the court.
Kicks retired and put Moss in evidenc C,
as I'D expert.
endured was from batures generosity il
providing him with big feet.
r Hes built in that way like PercheroI
horse,' continued Moss, with the air of &
man who had spent his life in Normandy
y I'VE call them draft horses. Yes, draf
horses, your HONOR repeated Moss, as i
he was delighted with the word
k "You have worked horses, Mr. Moss?'
asked Ricks.
= worked them! Well 1 should say so,'
said Moss.
MOSS WAS INNOCENT.
Ever work them on farm" guestione
Ricks cunningly. Moss. off his guard, sal
he had.
E Better ploughman than lawyer, ain
II you?" snickered Kicks, retreating to tn
door.
The courtroom was in an uproar until tn
judge pounded sharply for order.
81 believe, Mr.. Moss smiled Mr. Pug
- .'you are the gentleman who got in troubl
z once with Agent Rabbit. You had an oil
& horse which used to stand outside your o
S flee and go to Sleep Rabbit threatene
u to arrest you for obstructing the street
y Moss couldn't remember, and went o
y at great rate to convince the judge O
< his ability as an expert.
K At last he wound himself up andaresumc
6 the role of lawyer.
s II don't suppose, Mr.. Moss, you thin
y much of the testimony of the witness VIII
3 has just left the stand?' asked Jude
Kimball, restraining smile with diff
- Guilty.
"Wh0- -withess-ine-what?" staininere
: Moss, while the laughter rang through tt
windows into the street.
Take the defendants personal bonds
said the Judge in high good humor.
Ian ra Herman is the Young woman who