The evening times., 1896-06-23
Judge Kimball Disguised by
a fearful Hobo's Antics.
MIKE WAS IMPATIENT
He Tried to Hurry the Proceedings
and Raised u Rumpus-Hitches in
the ROutine-A Pretty Girl Caused
Trouble-A Bicyclist w Ins His Case
In the Police Court.

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around the building trying to resurrectsome
| life in its dingy, moldy parts. They started
in early with saw and hammer in a corridor
just outside the chamber, pounding like
demons in torment
| .As Judge Kimball mounted his revolving
chair, Bailiff KeDdig's voice opening court
was lost in the bang, bang of the laborers.
This thing has got to be stopped" said
the court. Il can't hear myself speak,"
The edict was obeyed and the workmen
lost themselves in the cellar. Hardly had
they subsided, when a baby in the arms Of
its mother, among the spectators, began
to scream shrilly and wildly.
kendig made an acrobatic jump over the
rail, commanding the woman to leave the
premises. She was colored and became in
dignant at the order. She sized up Ken
digs enormous mustache and cIose-cropped
hair with wftheriug disgust.
NEVER WAS A BABY.
"Yaas, III git out" she said, hut doan't
you tech dis chile. You nebber wuz q
baby, dat / noes"
Kendg, standing on his dignity, re-
fused To reply, but Kept her moving TO the
door.
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| the bailiffs resumed their pests in the be-
lief that there would be no more inter-
ruptions. Their hopes were short-lived.
Michael O'Brien, u tall, dirty faced vag
rant, sitting in the only chair in the dock,
jumped up when everything was quiet, de-
| liberately put on his hat aud said with
! yell: I'm damned tired of this game.
Gimme sintince an I'll go me way"
Without parleying further Mike retreated
at a double quick to the cells. Kendig and
Cole had considerable difficulty in bring
ing him back. The y planted him ON a bench
and punctured him with their wrathful
looks.
| 1t was left for pretty girl in the audi
| ence to create the next diversion from the
courts strict etiquette. She was a fair
| young thing. black-eyed and fair-haired,
dressed deliciousiy cool in creamy shirt
waist, crash skirt, and high white sailor.
She appeared to be especially proud of her
patent-leather shoes. She revealed a round
ed ankle and arched instep TO the gaze OF
| the usually austere clerk and other blase
attaches. Among them was Cole, who
wears enormous black-rimmed glasses and
has stentorian voice.
Coles eyes wandered dreamily to the
pretty feet, and he walked around as il
in trance, stumbling over q gigantic Gus
! pidor, spiling IL over the floor with
tremendous bang, waking up sleepy law
| yer and attracting the courts attention.
"Call the cola teral list said his honor,
while the pretty girl laughed at the bai-
| lift and whispered 10 a poDderous woman
sitting next to her.
| In the rear of the court room Was a bald
headed man, afflicted with the st. vitus
| dance. He bobbed his head UP and down,
| like Chinese mandarin before n shrine.
THE LIST.
ANSWER TO your names when they are
Called shouted Cole, fixing his eyes res
| olutely on the bald headed man. will
yum Smithr'
The bald-headed man nodded.
"Gawgee Stagmeet."
Again the bald-headed man nodded, be-
cause he couldn't helpit, and Call hesitated
in nixedsurprise andanger.
WHAT'S Your name any way" asked Call.
"Stagrneet or Smith,
"Nther," answered the other. in
paroXyism of mods, Its Samuel Costin."
"What do you mean, sir, by shaking Your
head, SIR" said the bailiff, irascibly.
The man with the st vitus dance raised
his voice in denunciation of tipstaffs, and
he, too, was hustled out.
Now said the court, II hope Wen
have peace. Call that man O'Brien.''
BEGGED FROM A POLICEMAN.
O'Bren had the misfortune to beg at
the house of polcemaD-Duvall of the
bicycle squad-aDd when the latter ordered
him away, Nike who is a chronic Willie
Wragglcs, full of iDsolence, made certain
profaDe remarks regarding Duvalls per-
| sonal appearance, particularly his pompa-
dour hair.
Duvall arrested him, and after he told
| of Michaels violent language that gen.
tlemaD, reconsidering his first proposition
to be put away a once, took the stand
O'Brien strangely resembles in an in
distinct manner that great political boss,
Thomas Platt. There is the similarly shaped
head, cut of beard and dark, shrewd eyes.
| Put slate-colored suit, patent feathers
and some soap and water on Mike and he
would be Tom Platt all over" said Mr.
Pugh.
Mike said he came here from Philadelphia
what for?" asked the court.
Not fer me 'ealtli,' said Mike, Stub
| bornIy, :" cause I've had a coff since l
struck yere.''
"What do you do for a liviDg?"
Everybody l kim" replied Mike, amid
laughter. II amt very strong"
"You are strong enough to get fifteen
days in the workbouse," said the iudep,
sharply. You are of that class who won't
work.
| Mike again put on his hat, and had it
promptly knocked off by bailiff.
FENNELLY'S BROGUE.
Policeman FeDnelly, who possesses the
finest brogue Of any man ON the force,
becoming infatuated with the general raid
being made by the Metropolitan police on
wheelmen, arrested last night John E.
| Taylor, Son of the we'll known Justice
OF the Peace A. S. Taylor, accusing him
of not having his wheel under control.
Fennelly, who is very serious, rendered
the case comical by his thick accent.
Where did this happen?" asked the court
"Twinty- hath au ho,'' said Fennelly
"Twenty-eighth and o. repeated the
court, II can't exactly recall the location
What's the grade there? Is it level?"
"Quoite livil, sur,''
"Tell me in what way MIR. Taylor's bicycle
was not under his CONTROL asked the
court.
HE was a-whalin' along wild his 'ands in