The San Francisco call., 1910-08-13
NO ANGRY GALE
IN COUNTY JAIL
At Least Not in That Part in
Which the Contemptuous
Trio Abide
Without the Elements Rage, but
Within Three Barristers
Munich Chicken

Bleak and drear the autumn wind
ragged about the old county jail build
ing off the Ingleside road Outside the
chill was in the air and the sore dis
tressed trees were whipped and lashed
about in the sorry gale that blew
rough and sheer from the booming
Pacific over the hill.
Such was the outside of the cold cell
house. What would be expected within,
where the sorry felons and misde
memories paid the punishment for
their crimes against that society which
shivered and shuddered in the August
blast? Gloomy and dank, of course, is
what you would suppose But you
have another sapposition coming,
Inside there is a rosy room, bright
with the warmth from the heater ana
CHEEKY with the exquisite odor OF fried
chicken and peach shorteake. The
aroma of tobacco that really came from
Cuba permeates the air. In a wide
armchair sits him whom we may des-
ignate as Prisoner No. 1. He is read
ing book On his plate lies the un-
broken wishbone. Prisoner NO. :, hls
cheeks rosy from a promenade in the
garden among the 'dahlias and phlox
is lighting his second cigar, and Pris7
oner No. 3, younger man, is beating
a merry tattoo on his teeth with
drumstick.
Outside the wind shrieked and ratified
the iron barred easement. The eerle
sound of the blast came titfully through
the lace curtains at the window ana
Modified the impatience of the thr4e
incarcerated They thanked their lucky
stars that they were not forced to
brave the angry elements.
The three prisoners, gentle reader
were A A Moore, Stanley Moore and
John j. Barrett, sentenced to five days
out of the wind at the county jail for
contempt of court.
The three sheltered men yesterday
quoted from the poets:
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars cage.
For chicken. cream and angel cake
Can charm sullen rage.
The Moores and Barrett were not left
to suffer the tortures of isolation yes
terday. They had small and select
company of visitors at the jail Pat
rick Calhoun, William M. Abbott and
R. Porter Ashe in one automobile and
Tirey L. Ford and Lewis F. Byington
in another machine toured down to the
county jail through the wind, and had
lunch with the three attorneys.
1t was delectable lunch-in fact,
if it were served anywhere except be-
hind bars it would be called, and right
ly too. a luncheon. There were rel
ishes, speckled mountain trout, chicken
en- CASSEROLE, asparagus dainty peach
shortcake with a baked undercrust,
and sliced peaches, uncooked and fra
grant, decorating the top. Then there
was coffee and cigars, and the merry
company sat about the board and en-
joyed prison fare from the st. Francis.
The door was closed so the odor of
beans could not slip in unawares from
the main dining room of the prison,
where less fortunate sufferers from
incarceration were having their meal.
The Jail sentence of the three. CON
temptuous prisoners expires at mid
night Sunday night. 1t is expected
that they will leave their bars behind
them as soon as the clock strikes the
fateful hour
At present there is one wall of dis
tress emanating from the county jail.
The supply of candies is running low.
Who will kindly volunteer to. send a
nice box of candy to three prisoners
at the county Jail?