The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1925-01-15
With The
'Alibi Artists.
A Cross Section of the.
Daily Grind in Judge
McMahOn's Court.
Read EN- and Weep.
BY DONALD MacDOUGAL
Snra And Sorry.


our motorcycles at Sixteenth and
Webster streets about one o'clock
this morning, your honor. My
partner claimed that what we
saw was shooting star, low on
the horizon, and / said 1t was q
headlight up towards Buchanan
street.
Then we agreed it was a tail
light somewhere around Upsnur
and went after it at fifty-five
miles an hour. We got within
pacing distance at Columbia Road
and slowed down to fifty miles,
following the defendant at that
figure to Florida avenue, and he
succeeded in stopping a little the
other side of u street.
He said it was so late at night
he didn't think the speed made so
much difference. In fact, he said.
we were the only traffic he'd seen
since he left Decatur street.
Cuts Court Cost.
We explained that traffic con-
sisting OF one hundred percent
motorcycle cops was dangerous to
speed in, and my partner took him
over to Number Eight. His
brother-in-law got fifty dollars to-
gether about half past two, so we
didn't have to feed him this morn
ing"
Boob: 81 took a young lady
home, your honor, and when I got
to her house there was a phone
message from my mother that my
sister was sick, and for me to
come home as fast as I could. I
did that, but didn't know I came
quite SO fast"
The court hopes you'll be more
on your guard after this"
i think I will, your honor"
That doesn't sound quite posi-.
tive enough. $50 or. Is days."
I'm quite sure I will, your
honor"
Cawnfused.
There was a car parked on
Third street southwest, just this
side OF the dump; about half
past eleven last night, your
honor. The defendant was run.
ming down the road at a pretty
generous speed and on both
sides.
There was another machine
coming up from Buzzard's point,
and the defendant pulled aside
for him and made $2.15 worth CT
junk out of the parked car,
tossed 1t into the dump, slid out
of his seat, staggered up to me
and said Did either of you
gen'men hic shee whish one
zhoshe carsh backed into me?'
Ready4to-Wear AIibi.
Then he sat down on the curb
stone and. pulling a bottle out
of his pocket said to me 'PIeash
obzherve, gen--hic gen'men /
didn't take no drink til after
col - hic - commotion no col
losheum- hic - collish - collision.
I'll be drunk when Usher comes,
but that's count o. zhish pint
hic I'm drinkin' now. Shink
zhatTl gemme Off said it
would get him something, all
right and then the owner of the
slammed car arrived with the
officer"
Boob was driving down Six
teenth street. your honor
Driving down what street,"
Sixteenth your honor. I
noticed the street lights were
getting dim, and thought per-
haps something had gone wrong
at the power house. was going
to pull over to the curb and wait
till they came up again.
Never Come SingIy.
Then two cars came toward
me, with binding headlights, and
l couldn't see where / was
going. So / shut off the gas and
had nearly come to a stop, when
two cars parked abreast near the
curb began backing toward me.
One of them hit me, and / got
out to note the license number,
when two policemen came along.
who was the other policeman
with you, officer?'
There wasn't any, your hon.
or. That's a one-man beat"
Thirty days straight"
Epidemic.
HE was running down North
Capitol street at o'clock last
night, your honor, making more
racket than a Texas Congress
man at a rent investigation.
thought perhaps his muffIer
cut-out was open, but he told me
he didn't have any muffler, and
sent him around to Number
Five"
Witness: This boy has worked
for US for over two years, your
honor. and never has been in
trouble. We thought the truck
was ours when we first got word
from the station, and that's why
we put up the $50 collateral.
Afterward, we found out the
truck was his, but we hope your
honor will be easy on him. This
is his first offense. OF course.
whatever the court fines him we
will eventually collect
You'll need to collect $1O."