The Washington herald., 1917-10-23
GOOD MORNING
JUDGE
Henry I. In the JaiIhouse.
By RUDOLPH PERKINS.

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Henry Lynch tried to trim az ex-
press company. The company was
donig its part by Henry by paying
him $50 a month for ordinary labor.
Sunday afternoon Henry was
caught as he was leaving with some
fur trimmings belonging to patron
OF the company.
This boy wasn't starving. He didn't
need to do any such stunt. The
trouble was. he needed a change
from the tiresome business of turn
ing In false fire alarms. He got tired
of seeing the horses run and hearing
the shrill whistle Of the fire chief
Once before when only a little fel-
low Henry was put away because he
took everything that wasn't nailed
down.
He told Detective Kelley, who ar
rested him, that he just didn't have
anything else to do. If he had been
stealing the furs for a woman there
would have been some motive. But
these wasn't.
Judge Pugh said the only way to
keep the express company from being
forced into bankruptcy was to send
Henry to jail and he wrote him down
for ninety days.
Light-nngered Charlie.
Charlie Williamson walked into the
store Of Mr.. Mistovitz and inquired
the price of stove. Three dollars,
the man said, and turned his atten-
ton again to a customer he was
waiting on.
When Mistovitz looked around
again, Charlie and the stove were
gone. Fortunately there was no fire
in it. He would have lost just so
much coal. Charlie wouldn't have
stopped for a little thing like that.
A couple of days later Charlie was
walking around with a contented
look in his countenance. Mistovitz
got suspicious. He asked the cops to
keep an eye on him.
During this time Charlie had FORM
ed an attachment for some rubber
tires belonging to another man. He
hadn't an auto, but expected to have
one some day.
OF course the court sympathized
with a man who tries to get warm
these cool nights, but 1t sympathized
more with the man from whom
Charlie swiped the stove and sent
him down for 80 days.
When he gets out 1t will be time
for the Criminal Court to hear about
the rubber tires.
Can't BE Did.
1t is no use to try and run a per-
fectly respectable crap game You
get into trouble Just the same.
One o'clock Sunday morning, Bill
Jones and seven other men were
| in his kitchen shooting craps. Not
one of the bunch had a gun or a
razor or even as much as a pint OF
| likker.
At one penny a shot, 135 pennies had
changed hands in the quiet of the
morning before someone put the cops
wise.
The cops broke in and there was
some scramble. No one was actual
ly caught rolling the bones. but they
nabbed Bill for degrading his kit
chen by allowing it to be used for
gaming purposes.
He swore he was innocent. How
can any man like Bill hear the snap
ping of fingers, see a bunch Of men
squatting on the floor, singing Come
| seben come eleben," without partak-
\ ing in the national pastime Of his
race?
The court refused to believe him.
And so Bill was a little peeved. He
must fork up a So bill.
Vengeance Was Hers-Nix!
The other day Bill Topp and his
mother-in-law had a run-in. Bill was
arrested for threats and released on
personal bonds not to put them into
execution.
Ma-in-law expected him to go to
Jail. She was rather irritated at Bill
being loose again.
All, but she had something on Bill
that would hold him, she thought.
Bill got arrested for swiping some
,Iotbas II hapnaped last Christmas