The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1908-10-21

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ly and fairly. Joe. and just as be-
tween friends, what do you want to-
do?" 3
And the Judge gets, before he
quits sometimes it takes days, and
even weeks), an honest answer to.
that question: And then he helps.
"We are going to help you, Joes
We are your friends. If you get
into trouble with the cops, come tor
us. We are here to help you. AND,
to see that you get square deaE.
You be square with US, and We will
be with YOU" Z
Sometimes the boy is put on pro-
baton. If SO, he comes once every,
two weeks and reports. He must
bring a report signed by the teaclrl
er, the parent or guardian. and by
the probation officer. This repre-
sents his stand in the home, the
school and the neighborhood. If he
has had trouble, he tells about IT,
If it is trouble in the home, the
parents or guardians are asked to-
come and talk it over. The proba-
ton officer tells the story of hap
penings in the school. Each case is
sifted to the bottom. No case is
trivial. Sundays, holiday and
evenings are all for work. The
judges home is as much for court
as the city building. But it is al
ways the judge and boy against the
world. The judge is his friend.
Every boy learns that. He may be
severe. He may tell him whole
some truths, but he never ceases
being on his side.
And when Joe has fallen down"
so many times that it is quite evil.
dent even to Joe himself that he Is
mot strong boy" that he is "a
weak kid" it is finally agreed be-
tween Joe and the judge that Joe
shall go to Golden. Golden is not
Jail like it was 20 years ago. It's
an industrial school where a boy
learns trade, is given regular set
ting up drill, is helped to keep reg.
ular hours and to learn discipline.
you are not strong kid, joe
That is the way the sentence reads.
"Yop need help to stand up. You
will get that help at Golden. Here
are your papers. Go and report.
Have your promise that you will
go? All right, Joe. Good luck, and
let me hear from you"
And the boy takes his papers and
goes.
AS was about to open the door
marked Juvenile Court-Attor-
neys' Entrance" small red head
ed boy brushed by me, leading a
worried looking. middle aged wom-
an. The woman moved with hes
itation; the boy with the air of
one familiar with his surroundings.
and with definite purpose in his
| mind.
The youngster went straight for
the judges chambers. resolutely
dragging his convoy after him.
| followed.
Il brought her to you. judge. She
didn't know what to do. SO l told
her | know'd you'd fix her up"
Judge Lindsey smiled tired
smile and called the boy by name.
And so we will. Harry. And Sd
we will. At least we will try"
A cloud seemed to pass from the
face of the woman, whose eyes ha0
been searching the judges face.
| Other business was laid aside.
The Judge. the boy and the woman
got close together about the table
ON which were piled the hundreds
of letters which had that day come
to the court. Gently and kindly the
woman's story was brought out.
There was new hope In the face
of the woman when. an hour later.
she came through the outer room,
and | heard the red headed boy at
her side saying: "Wha'd tell yuh!
know'd he'd fix 1t up all right"
|
And this is the mantle Judge
Lindsey-and the institution which
Denver's political corruption has
set out to destroy. What does the
outside world think of such politi.
cal corruption?