The Washington herald., 1918-04-18
WashIe.s Tuesday for Jennie.

was "dSnud1 at inc
house on Maryland avenue where
Jennie Jackson came one a week.
On this occasion the people for
whom Jennie worked refused to let
her in to do the washing, because
she had been drinking.
And so Jennie stood and pounded
on their door.
Policeman Kelcher walked up.
sized things up and warned Jennie
to go home and sleep of the jag.
Oh no. Jennie wouldn't move for
no cop at all. She would stay right
where she was. she told Kelcher.
And so Kelcher took her by the
arm. started her home, and then
went about his business.
Ten minutes later when Kelcher
came that way again, he saw Jen-
ME still pounding on that door.
This time he didn't argue with
her. He took her to the box and
rang for the wagon.
Jennie cussed every policeman in
the United States. She used some
terrible language.
And for this little iEdiscretion the
court fined her S5-which she paid
grudgingly.
Sic EN- Henry.
The pedestrian has come into his
own at last.
At least we can say that the
courts are beginning to recognize
his right to walk the streets with
out getting run over by an auto.
You know that there are some
auto drivers who take particular
delight in seeing how close they
can come to you without running
over you.
Bill Bowie seems to be one of
these fellows. Anyhow. Bill was
fined. not for coming too close to
Henry Espey, but for what happen
ed afterward.
Henry was about to cross the
street Tuesday afternoon when Bill
buzzed mighty close to him. Henry
had to jump to keep from getting
run over.
He cussed a blue streak at Bill
and Pill got sore at the cussing.
And got out of the machine and
demanded an explanation.
He got none from Henry. And
then Henry hit the ground. Bill
put his fist under his chin right
suddcn-like
He admitted striking the boy
hut said his language angered him
so that he couldn't help it.
The court told Bill to shell out a
s. bill.
John f. In Again.
Some time ago we predicted that
John Reardon, the 11-year-old Bos-
ton youth, was on the road to the
penitentiary.
He is. He's so close to it that
he is already thinking about doing
the lockstep.
Only a few days ago John was
picked up at the Union Station car
rying a blackjack almost as big as
he is.
He had a bunch of stolen jewelry
in his pockets that had been lifted
from a Philadelphia store.
How he managed to get loose in
Washington the Police Court record
doesn't say.
But. anyhow, Detectives Mullen
and Vermillion got him again.
This tine john has been robbinS
the rooms at the Y. NJ. c. A. Build
ing, taking jewelIy, suitcases. cloth
ing, etc.
He couldn't say what made him do
these things. He is not a bit sorry,
either.
What to do with the boy is as
big a mystery as how he manages
to eat and sleep without working.
Judge Mullowney remarked that
John was too much OF a puzzle for
hiu.
He doesn't know just what to do
with the boy, because very little in
formation concerning him can be had.
And so John, after pleading guilty.
was sent back to Jail again to be
investigated-and probably sentenced.
Drat Them Cops.
People do other foolish things be-
sides flirt with the cops.
They actually sell whisky to them
and expect to get by with it.
Just imagine any one with a grain
Of sense walking up to two police
men and offering them some booze,
especially in these days when all sorts
of traps are set for bootleggers.
That is what Harry Offutt did. He
sold booze to Policemen Purcell and
Miller. two men who are we'll known
all around.
And of course Harry was arrested.
But he didn't holler-he took his med
icine like a man.
He knew they had him and he re-
fused to holler for his mama. There
are very few like him.
1t Is reasonable to think that Harry
will be the last person on earth to
have anything to do with the COPS
again.