The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1924-11-26
With The
Abb Artists
A Cross Section of the
Daily Grind in Judge
SchuTdt's Court.
Read En- and Weep.
By DONALD McDOUGAL.
me Cons Season Pass.

ing, your honor, / stopped the de-
PENDANT on Mt. Vernon place near
ly opposite Eighth street, headed
east. That's a one-way street for
west bound traffic, and / asked
for his permit. He didn't have
any, and for certain circumstances
that developed while was talk
ing with him, l sent him to the
station house"
Boob: i've nothing to say, your
honor"
The court; Thirty dollars or
thirty days"
Can l have half an hour to
raise the money, your honor? Ill
need to cash a check before l
can pay"
IF some officer will go with
you and be responsible for your
prompt temperance.
At Recess.
The cop: THAT Mt. Vernon
place affair didn't look very in
teresting, did it,"
Alibi Man: What Mt. Vernon
Place AFFAIR.""
THE man that got $40 or thirty
days, and went out with me to
get the check cashed:"
Nothing to it at all. Why?'
HE was in a Willys-Knight
closed car, and when I asked for
his permit he told me 1t was III
his hip pocket and he'd have to
get out to reach it. He pulled
some papers out and went
through them just like he
expected to find a permit among
'em, but I've seen people do that
an average of five times day
for the last three years. He was
reaching for another bundle Of
papers from his breast pocket
when Yellow Cab turned the
corner from Seventh Street, and
he broke from me and ran into
the street yelling Taxi! Now.
Elsie, now! The taxi stopped al
most opposite the WHY'S knight
and the door slammed as a lady
hoped from the Willys-Knight
into the yellow car: / jumped
for the defendant. but he never
moved, and I nearly butted my
brains out against his head.
II didn't know what sort os a
game was up against, and asked
him Who was that girl you
stopped the taxi for?' He SAID
Why, that was my grandmother.
She forget something and had to
go back after it." / thought il
he felt that way about it, all
right. I had nothing against him
except driving the wrong way
on a one-way street. and asked
\ him for his permit again.
HE was about the most gentle
manly person ever saw, and
apologized for spoofing me about
the permit, said he never had one.
had no right to drive in the
District, and wouldn't have done
so if he hadn't been compelled to.
and talked very socially on sthe
way to the box.
Just before the wagon came
he said, Officer, I must have
dropped some of my papers back
there when / was helping my
grandmother into the taxi. If
you can make it convenient to go
around that way and save them
for me I'll be much obliged to
YOU"
Il asked where I should send
them and he told me l probably
knew more about that than he
did. I'll be wherever they send
prisoners and for as long as they
send them" he said. i haven't
any money and no means Of get
ting any,
when the wagon left, 1 went
back to the Willys-Knight. Just
about where we were standing
when our heads came together 1
found a large white envelope.
Then threw my searchlight into
the car. Hanging on the handle
of the left door was a vanity case,
Hopping half-open, as though it
had caught there when the de-
PENDANTS grandmother jumped
out. A lady's handkerchief was
caught between the door and the
sill and / went around to the left
side
Almost under the running,
board something was sparkling in
a wet place on the ground. 1t
was small broken bottle, and
the wet place was Knockout
drops.
st struck me I'd better look
over those papers, in case the
station wanted more info about
the man, when 1 pulled the box.
at o'clock. The envelope was
from a florist, and there was a
receipted bill for flowers deIiv-
cred during the last ten dlys-
about hundred dollars worth
-
"Who to?"
1--WE forgotten the name now
two tickets to New York with