The Washington times., 1924-02-14
The Alibi
Artists
A Skeleton Record Of
Cases Tried By
Judge Mcmahon.
BY Donald Med DOl1g0l-
By Donald McDOug0L-
Back. to Normally.

"A Ford roadster made a LETT
turn from H street into F1Itn,
your honor, on two wheels. The
way it wouldn't either tip over or
stand upright reminded me of
Charlie Chaplin, somehow. 1t was
headed in my general direction,
but there was no telling jusL
where it would land, and l was
getting ready to climb a tree when
it resumed it's normal position and
shot past me.
Outclassed.
quite an exciting race followed
between the roadster and a big
interurban car for the right Of
way at Massachusetts, avenue. 1t
was a tie. I followed a trail of
glass, peanuts, derby hats, tin,
pasteboard, cigarettes, blood, skin,
gasoline and grease about halfway
to Fourth street, where, leaning
against tree, found the rest of
the roadster and it's occupants
three Of them. They were under
the wreckage, and lying pretty
quiet.
Rough Sidewalk, Anyhow.
"I asked If anyone was hurt
much and the driver called out,
Only the car They were all cut
and bruised somewhat, and the en-
CINE had knocked the drivers
head into the brick sidewalk
little way, but there was no seri-
Gus injury
How to Tell EN-.
"How do you know he was the
driver?"
'"There was a hole worn through
his right shoe from stepping on
the gas, he held the rim Of the
steering wheel in his hands, and
when asked for his permit. he
didn't have any"
Boob: "I was only going IL
miles an hour, your honor, but I
speeded up a little-I may have
been going 20 or SOTO cross
Massachusetts, avenue ahead of
the car"
The court:' "You lost the race,
and it's going to set you back
quite a lot"
Reckless driving, $3.50 or 80
days; no permit, $40 or 15 days.
Red Light Liz.
"I was in front of the White
House station at Fifteenth and III
streets northeast, last night. your
honor, and l heard a noise some-
thing like what farmers make
when they're hiving bees and the
whole family turn out and beat
on tin pans and ring coW-bells.
"I turned around and looked
into the headlights of a Ford
by a red light zigzagging toward
the bridge.
Negligent Trash-Men.
There were or 6 belated trash
wagons coming up from the dump
and was looking for a little
poetic Justice to happen, but all
/ noticed was a new note added
to the racket when the machine
scraped against their stanchions,
like stick on picket fence.
my speedometer showed 30
after I got close enough to check
his speed, and 1 drew alongside
as he was getting ready to miss
the bridge.
KicI1ful Cussing.
/ had to run in front to stop
him and the way he cussed was
something awful. I could almost
swear it turned his engine over
once. And when he started up
to pull out of traffic, he broke
loose again and choked 1t.
He was pretty well stewed, and
couldn't stand up any more than
a Debated inner tube. He looked
at his permit a long time before
giving it to me, and I took it
away from him and asked what
name was on it. He told me the
last name, but fell down on the
initials. He was about half the
alphabet out of the way"
Forty Days in the Wilderness.
Boob: "I swapped permits with
a friend of mine, your honor.
He's using mine and Pm using
his"
The court: "What have you to
say to the other charges?"
"I can't think of anything right
now, your honor"
"You won't have another chance
for 80 days. In imposing SEN
tence, the court will take into
consideration that you're also
charged with speeding and driv-
ing without a permit"
Gin driving, 80 days straight;
disorderly conduct, $40 or 10 days;
personal bond on other charges.
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