The evening times., 1896-07-27
Humor in the Trial Of One
Thomas G. "Johnsigg."
HUSBAND FEARED HIS WIFE
She Was Dark, Barbaric and Re-
vengeful-Over-Zca Jealous Policeman
Arrested an Honest workingman.
The Case Soon Settled by the Court.
Swarthy Sons OF Greece.

hlghwater mark In Washingtonon Saturday
night, for the police court dock this nj orn-
ing held more prisoners than it has had in
weeks past, and as the tide ebbed 1t left
the majority Of them high and dry on the
road to the workhouse quicksands, where
all sink to the same level, far beneath the
surface Of respectability.
The chairs in the courtroom were not nu-
merous enough to hold all the officers
having cases, and half OF them had to stand,
like many of the Gagged culprits, who, in the
majority of Instances, pleaded guilty, saw
ing the court valuable time. 4.
Among them there was not one old timer,
and the Judge, taking into consideration
their previous good records, was very leni-
ent. Those he did not release he fined
lightly.
A duh lot they were, lacking the ginger
and impudence of the regulars. disappoint-
ing the few spectators that had run the
gauntlet past Mike Flynn, to enjoy the
comedy usually pervading the scenes in
the court.
THE ONLY BIT OF HUMoR.
1t was Mike who furnished the only hu-
NOR of the day. Saturday evening Flynn,
enjoying the mellow air of the expiring
July day in promenade up Seventh street,
heard cries Of murder and help in q
feminine voice coming from a second hand
store.
Rushing through the door, knocking down
In his passage pyramid OF trunks aud a
quantity OF wonderfully patterned pants,
Mike seized a colored man who was ours
ing the terrified wife and children OF the
proprietor.
Thomas G. johnson was the ma S name,
and when Clerk Lum Harper arraigned him
this morning Bailiff Hooe yelled loudly
for Nike
what is this case?" asked the Judge
of Prosecutor Pugh.
This one" said Pugh. who loves to
kid Flynn, as that gentleman entered
ass uming his famous military pose sof
rigidity along the rail, this is an unfor-
tunate citizen by the name OF John-son
or John Sing, who was arrested Satur-
day by our beloved Michael Flynn, who,
finding the business of the court falling
off, cast his eagle eye to windward and
brought us prisoner. Mike" wound up
Mr.. Pugh, lis determined there shall be no
cause 10 cut down our salaries IL he can
help it."
MIKES EXPLANATION.
Now, Mr.. Flynn, what about this?"
| asked his honor
IF II may phase the coort,'' shouted
Mike, eyeing Mr.. Pugh as If he was kcg
of powder warranted to explode any mo-
ment,' this man was rhaisin' fog in a
store on Sivinth street Saturday night. a
| sicund-hand phlace, an he was thryin' to
| run the biziness''
Mike said the woman was badly fright
ened by Johnson. who had a Jag on.
81 grabbed aholt of him, continued Nike
"by the scruff of his neck an the shlack OF
| his pants. He grabbed the counter, but l
carried him out to the station. took him
not the counter. l fought" and Flynn
shook like mountain of gelatine from a
paroxysm of interior laughter, I'D lave
it behoind they might needit."
You could have carried it with you, eh
'Moike?' jcsted Mr.. Pugh
"Yis, 'retorted Mike, land thin his
'anner would have had me up for dethroy.
in private propertee.''
johnson, blear-eyed and bloated, said
he had hit in the. store. II wuk there"
ae said.
How about that, Flynn" questioned
Judge Miller.
He minds shoes there once in a WHILE"
replied Mike. He was in there yellin'
out something about the sixteen to wan
min all being so and Sos"
Discussing politics, remarked Mr.. Pugh,
with whom"
"a clothin' doomy," said Mike, another
internal upheaval seizing him, "an' 1 in
We'd the doomy's deefness."
WAS he drunk, Mixer
mot altogether sur
"Didn't have a Triiby skater"
81 don't know about that, Misther Pugh,"
returned Flynn, but he was half billed, sur,
half billed; an II the partee you sphoke of
was ivir in his condischun feel sorry for
that same partee."
.Pauvre Trilby," laughed Mr. Pugh, as
his honor cut the business OF the welcome
little farce by timing the walking gentleman
Mr.. Johnsing, S3fornot knowing hislines OF
gravitation
EYED HER HUSBAND.
When Rebecca Thomas seated herself by
her counsel, John Moss. she was proud OF
the attention she attracted. She is full
blooded African. and in her dress appeared
an inta Clio of white and black.
Her dress of fleecy lawn, trimmed with
apricot-colored ribbons, was cutextremely
low at the neck, revealing the muscular,
arclicd throat of the woman, whose glitter
ing black eyes riveted their gaze on a
shrinking mulatto trying to hide himself
behind a policeman. Barbaric hoops of dead
gold dangled from Rebecca's ears, and she
resenbled a princess from the upper Congo,
yielding to civilization's scruples regard
ing clothes.
She was arrested on complaint Of her
husband, the timid yellow man.
Policeman Ponder swore out the warrant,
and in testifying he seemed to merely move
his lips, for nothing he said could be heard.
II can't hear a word you say" said
Judge Miller, land I don't think anybody
else can. You must speak louder.
Ponder didn't improve and the court got
desperate. II can't hear what you are
saying" he said. ''Can counsel undeS
stand him?"
Yes, your honor said Moss. "He