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of the window before let him in, be-
cause everybody was getting raided
around our place, and when ] told
O'Boyle, he got sore and said: Why
the hi did you do that? We could
have drank it," The court got as
much a kick out of this as Officer
O'Boyle would have gotten out of the
whiskey. Finally Considine got into
the cops auto and instead of going to
Groves Office they went to the Town
Hall station. Then the agreeable
O'Boyle became completely trans
mogrifed.
THE witness said: GAS soon as he
4 got me into the squad room, he
showed his police authority. Sit
DOWN. he yelled. sat down, but
when O'Boyle left the room, got up
and walked around. When o'Boyle
saw me on my feet, he shouted, Who
told you to walk around? am not
doing no harm to nobody l said to
O'Boyle and then l seized my oppor-
tunity and beat it for the street, with
O'Boyle after me. When l hit the
sidewalk, fell and there was O'Boyle
with his gun aimed at me: Stick 'em
up or I'll kill YOU said O'Boyle. I
stuck 'em up"
DACK to the station goes Considine
- where O'Boyle gave him "medi-
cine" each dose consisting of a differ
ent kind of wallop. Finally Con-
sidine is taken to the detective
bureau and in few days he is re-
leased on bail, but his troubles are
not over for the evil spirit Of Officer
O'Boyle is lowering over him. O'Boyle
invites him to the states attorneys
Office and while talking to his
Nemesis he noticed a "65-year-old
man, who weighed 100 pounds and
was five feet eight inches tall" IAN
employee of the states attorneys Of
fce,' said the witness.
THIS seemed to get the prosecutors
1 goat. How do you know that he
was an employee of states attorneys
Officer" he growled? Because my
father worked there for twelve years."
the witness shot back with a tri-
] u4lRudnl lOOhs VIC IL dQJOuIu uulll
two O'clock" murmured the Judge.
"Give me light" said one lawyer to
| the other. 1--WE ought to send that
fellow to Jail for throwing that bottle
out of the window" remarked the at
torney spoken to as he fumbled for a
match. Il don't blame o'Boyle for be-
ing sore at him."
i
IRON there to the court of domestic
relations where two lawyers. one
male, the other female, were bonn
harding an aged Judge with argu-
ments in favor of their respective
clients. The woman lawyer was de-
Tending a member of her sex. IF the
court please" the sallow faced mas
culine attorney would begin. The
judge was anxious to go to dinner and
kept barking: Go ahead, go ahead,
never mind what the court pleases.
Say what you've got to say" The
lawyer would not be thwarted. "If
the court please" ooh, come on,
what is it?" from the court. I'VE want
to show cause" well. come on and
show it. What have you got?" Fin
ally the lawyer made himself intel
ligible and the court understood.
ITNHE final decision seemed to satisfy
4 everybody, particularly the lawyers
who went to their respective clients
with beaming faces, patted them on
their respective shoulders and gave
their arms significant squeezes as
much as to say: Don't you think that
was real clever?" And: How about
that little check?" A once happy
home was broken up (no, not by Com
munism), there was a little matter
of alimony involved, the husband was
in the real estate business and in
stead of seeing his child three and
half hours each day, his wise lawyer
wanted the "three and half hours
each day to be consolidated into one
day" This would give the real estate
man half an hour extra.
| E,ROM there to the so-callsd morals
court. No brilliant, scintillating
lawyers here. Room 1903. Outside
more than twelve young colored lads,
standing in twos. They were standing
there for long time when the door
of room 111s opened and three young
colored lads were brought forth. slip
the bracelets on them" said some
body. No sooner said than done. 1t
was then | noticed that the other col
ored boys were handcuffed to each
other. Amid ribald iests and raucous
laughter the young fellows were
marched to the elevators and out to
a waiting patrol wagon. Poverty and
the wrong shade Of color is a poor
combination in capitalist court.