The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-11-02

l No reason-none in the world tha I know" sang dignified Judge Moves 1 whifling Burts around in waltz tc
 the scandal of the hall policeman
 But he has. he did and glory Der"
 ''We1?" I insisted.
 "Once in jeopardy!' cried Moves. 'EVer hear that phrase, Whisp | Once in jeopardy
 He hasn't Jurisdiction said 1 Blake. beginning to come to. NO more authority than a JacK
 rabbit!'' cried Hassler, slowly waking
 up from his trance.
 What's that to you or me or
 Burts?' shouted Moves. showing his l dance partner out the front door. He tried him, didn't he? He ac- i quilted him, didn't he? Nobody can ever try him again on that charge, 1 can they? Nobody can convIct him
 or sentence him for that sbei, can | they? Why should we worry over jurisdiction or author1ty?" When we were speeding away Blake asked another question. How did Bolton ever get Judge Brunt to make such an ass of him self?' he said to Moves. "Ho's laid himself wide open. He'll be slaugh- tered in the Whalen papers, and fore ed off the bench. How did Butt-In hypnotze him ?''
 'I don't know" answered Moves slowly, ''and neither of you know, because we three wise lawyers are fools at the law; but let me tell you when we learn the inside of this, we won't be calling Brunt an ass. We'll be kicking ourselves for our own as sininity. Mark my words" said Judge Moves solemnly, there's something somewhere in the statute books that gave Brunt Jurisdiction and authority, and Butt-In Bolton found it'' We drove down to BoIton's head quarters, but they had not seen him and had no word from him. A score or more electricians were putting tel ephones all over the waEA and desks crowding them SO thick that there was hardly room to move about. I asked the head clerk what 1t all meant. but all he knew was "BoIton's orders"
 While we we were lunch;ng at Burts in festive jolIity- with several bottles Of bubbles which Burts had laid down the first year he was boss, a reporter of the Sentinel came in to consratulate the blind boss and get an interview for publication.
 He was showered with questions as to the meaning of the mornings hap penings, and he knew the answers.
 '"The law is,'' he explained to the lawyers" that 8 libel charge may be instituted either in the jurisdiction of the place of residence of the injured party or the place of publication of the paper"
 | "Certainly; Redwood or here, in this instance" agreed Moves.
 Whalen naturally chose Redwood; Bolton chose here.''
 "But Bolton wasn't Oi1Ired cried Blake.
 Sure he was. The crime was against the People of the State of California, not Wbalen only. 'I get it, fool that I am," said Moves bitterly. "Any citizen of this state might swear to a complaint against Burts. Simple as rolling off a log"
 Yesterday afternoon" continued the newspaperman, Butt-In went be- fore Judge Brunt and swore to complaint against Burts for ibellinG Whalen on identically the same charge as the one Whalen had made in Redwood. So far as Brunt knew officially, it was the only charge, and he set it for immediate trial. A certain kindly feeling toward MT Burts may have influenced him in that" The newspaperman winked.
 The deputy from the district attor- ney's office was a friend of Bolton That explains 1t. think
 Our three attornevs looked at each other sheepishly. It had never en- tered their noodles that a rank out sider could institute such a criminal action by simply swearing that a libel had been committed; and the two places of jurisdiction made the rest easy. Burts had been legally tried by Judge Brunt, legally acquit- ted He could not be tried again.
 The session adjourned shortly, and we scattered, Burts and I to get ac- ton on political plans for next day's primaries. Neither Milly billy nor Mrs Holmes had arrived home when we left. I went ov CT to Oscar Wort's to arrange our watchers at the polling places. and Burts drove down to the Sentinel office.
 It was five o'clock when he tele- Phoned me that Bolton he'd not shown up all day, and headquarters was In confusion. He asked me to get there at once and see what I could do with chaos. cleared out the back room at Wort's, telling the bunch to meet me downtown, and hurried to Bol- toms joint.
 There were something under q thousand girls and women in the of f1ces and halls of headquarters, and had hard work pushing my way through
 What's the ri"t?' I asked Ta1- bert, Bolon's head clerk.
 They're here in answer to an ad for girls, but what the game is only Bolton knows It probably has to d O with the three hundred telephones he's had installed"
 Three hundred telephones?, 9, T gasped. Just that. Don't ask me what for: don't know"
 Who does ?'' Bolton. I've sent up to his house 'hree times, but a girl there says he | sn't home She doesn't know where l le is.''
 thought quickly and as well as | could for the clack of female 1 tongues Three hundred telephones | meant three hundred operators.
 Hire three hundred of these girls | or tom orrow. eight to six, I ordered. |
 What pay?''
 Three doIIaIE- Take tbena that |