The Washington times., 1923-11-16
WITH THE
AIIIBI
ARTISTS
THE TRAFFIC COURT
IN CROSS SECTION
Being a Skeleton Record
OF Cases Tried in Judge
Schuldt's Tribunal.
Read 'Em And Worry
by DONALD NtcDOUGAL

Read EN- And Worry
By DONALD McDOUGALA
The Superior Man.

II was running toward George
town on K street, your honor,
and my front wheels had just
passed the west curb line OF Con-
necticut avenue when the defend
ant, running downtown on Con-
necticut avenue, hit my right rear
wheel and spun me around so
that / was facing the north euro
OF X street.
He continued across X street
and pulled UP to the curb at the
corner. We expected he'd come
back and ask II anyone was killed,
but he didn't appear to be inter-
ested. and sat there in his Stude-
baker coupe az though he was
nailed to the seat
Dog Gets Bad Name.
There was gentleman and his
chauffeur and a German police
dog in there. I stood outside look
ing in and they sat inside looking
out. waited b few minutes and
they didn't pay any attention to
me. so i opened the door. The
dog was on that side and he
iunped at me. Neither the chauf-
feur nor the gentleman told him
anv better. 1 figured that they
didn't know any better them.
selves, and closed the door in
Bin sykes, Gentleman.
"Then I went around to the
other side OF the car. and so did
the dog. He got there first.
opened the door and the dog stuck
his head out and grOWled.
closed the door on his nose and
he pulled his head in and yelped.
When / ran around and opened
the other door, he popped his head
out as before. began to think
the gentleman was running q
Punch and Judy show, but he sat
there oblivious to the proceed
ings."
"oblivious? Do you mean he
was drunk?"
Surrenders 70 the Rabble.
mo, sir. Merely superior. BY
that time a. crowd had collected
and they made remarks about the
gentleman's superiority that made
the hair on the dogs neck bristle,
But it never phased the gentleman
until one of the crowd said, Take
his license number and call the pO-
lice" Then he turned TO the
chauffeur and ordered, Show me.
person your permit meaning me.
The Ruse.
The chauffeur pulled q drivers
permit from his pocket, held 1t
within the dogs swapping radius,
and snarled, Here's my permit.
Now are you satisfied7Y It was
dark there and the card was too
far away for me to read 1t. But
both the gentleman and the dog
appeared to resent my attempt to
take the permit from the chauf-
feur's hand, and I respected their
joint wish.
The Flight.
/ stepped to the rear OF the car
to get the license number, and by
the time had my paper and pencil
ready saw the gentleman's tail
lights disappearing around the cor.
ner Of street. But several by
ISLANDERS had taken his number
and I traced the fleeing gentleman
by that means"
a Modern Whipping-BOy.
Boob: He was running in the
center of K street instead OF on
the side and hit me"
''Is your employer here today?"
mo, sir. / told him ] had to
come to court, and he said "WhyY'
'sWhat was the idea in not Civ
| ing your name after the accident?'
ST thought that showing my
permit was sufficient"
Laws Limitations.
"The court must find you guilty
of colliding and will impose the
maximum fine or $40. As to the
charge of leaving without making
your identity known, you seem to
have complied with the legal re-
quirements, although your actions
appear to have been anything but
commendable. There was not
much automobile courtesy in your
attitude, but that Is not so much a
legal matter as it is matter Of
taste, which appears to be a sub
1ect beyond your comprehension. .
The bailiff: Have you got $40?"
mo"
The clerk: Lock him up"
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