The San Francisco call., 1906-06-26

celebrating the natal days of your
relatives" his Honor pursued
No, it amt" was the answer, but
she threw a bucket of water on me
while l was asleep
i did it to sober him up the lady
explained
And when 1 went into the tent
chinned in Patrolman McPhee he
tried to smash me with beer bottle"
Where did you get the beer?" the
court asked the defendant
L didn't get it; my cousin got it at
seventeenth and Mariposa Streets" was
the response.
Mrs. Gomez and Mrs. Mccain, both
middle-aged, testified that the carry
ings-on in the McGovern tent were q
disgrace to the camp. Neither of the
ladies had seen Mr.. McGovern beat Mrs
McGovern, but both of them had often
heard sounds OF oral combat emanate
from the canvas habitation The Ian
guage used on such occasions would
not be nice to repeat and it's frequent
ventilation within the hearing of re-
spectacle women and innocent children
was perfectly shameful. Slumber was
banished from Mrs. McCann's pillow by
Mrs. McGoyern weeping loudly all
night.
The Judge pronounced Mr.. McGovern
guilty as charged and remanded him
for sentence. Mrs. McGovern's facial
expression was more sympathetic than
angry as she looked at her spouse
when he retoined the line of prisoners
but his countenance was reflective of
neither sorrow nor regret He is
about 25 years of age and alleges to
be a teamster
Judge Mogan has set for hearing to-
morrow the complaint of Patrolman
Sandman that Louis Clayburgh main
tanned q nuisance on Commercial street
between East and Drumm in the form
of animal skins and rawhides, the
odors arising therefrom which are in
curious to health and offensive to the
senses and interfere with the comfort
able enjoyment of life and property
by considerable number of persons"
Frank Elmo. hodcarrier, averred that
his reason for not drinking in Oakland
the liquor which he procured there was
his dislike of the town.
Il tes' despise Oaklan an everybody
in IT." he said to Judge Conlan AN as
soon as got my quart bottle o. whisky
/ came back across tn bay as fast as
tn boat could carry me-"
And so gratified was he at finding
himself again upon this peninsula, he
again averred. he took a long
drink OF the firewater to celebrate his
arrival and thereafter repeated the dose
at one-block intervals until the car
which he had boarded at the ferries
was at Nineteenth and Mission streets,
when the bottle was empty and he cor
respondingly full.
He spent the remainder of yesterday
engaged in the enforced task of clean
ing bricks for the municipality.
Among those who were startled by
the report of pistol shot in the vi
Saturday evening was Patrolman John
Conlon. and among those who seemed
10 be least disturbed by It was Mike
Desmond, a Spring Valley laborer
While the policeman excitedly rushed
from place to place and made inquiry
as TO where and how the explosion oc-
Cured, Mr.. Desmond calmly clambered
upon stool in a sidewalk restaurant
and placidly requested to be served
with custard pie. 1t was his excep-
tional air of GOODNESS that led to his
undoing, for IL attracted the officers
attention
Who fired that gum" inquired the
sleuth. Incidentally permitting his
pockets.
Between gulps of pie Mr. Desmond d
declared that he did not know, nor did
he care so long the bullet was not
stopped by him. Then he raised the
crescent of pie again to his lips. and
the movement caused to protrude from
above his vest collar a nickel plated
revolver, which the officer instantly
clutched and subsequently found to
have one chamber empty and warm
Arrest and accusation of discharging