The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1933-10-06

IN FRONT, hanging behind the
judges swivel chair, is an American
flag draped like the wings of but
terfly.
On the left, behind a cage, is a
Tammany face Qarge and round as
a harvest noon that rests on a stout
uniformed body He is the holder of
the tin box-in which the fines are
kept.
On the right, stands Ratchet
faced cop, an arrogant chin project
ed toward the assembled crowd. He
guards the wide high door through
which the prisoners appear.
Attendants with silver badges on
their civilian clothes hustle around.
One carries papers, lists of cases,
which he places on the Judges desk.
Another guards the gate that sepa-
rates the crowd from the platform
upon which the defendants stand.
| "Order In the Courtroom
1t is past nine o'clock, the hour for
the judges arrival. The crowded court
waits, tensely eager for the judges
appearance. The judge is late again.
AT fifteen minutes past nine some
one cries:
"Order in the courtrooml"
Everyone rises, quickly sits down
again. Slpers flutter in the hands of
clerks. The judcS is ready, and i'm
mediately the huge door on the right
opens. The first defendant is hustled
into the courtroom by cop.
| The first prisoner is an old man,
his back bowed. Every bit of seventy
years has carved deep wrinkles on his
face. The judge looks sternly through
glasses that CLINT with light caught
from the bright bulb above him.
The Dignity of Fifth Ave.
$50 you're begging" the Judge be-
gins. Don't you know it's a crime to
beg? And the way you do It'll Wait
| ing until the traffic stops on Fifth
Avenue and then soliciting the autos.
Why that's intolerable. And we must
stop the practice. Ten days in the
work housed"
The crowd gasps. People humble.
The judge taps his gavel for order.
The next prisoner is hurried into the
courtroom.
A young man carrying satchel
stands before the judge.
Selling razor blades on AID st.
Don't you know that's unlawful? Mer-
chants pay high rents on that street.
How can they compete with you fell
lowsp How do you expect them to
sell blades for five and ten cents and
make profits. Furthermore, you have
got to consider the dignity of AID ST.
We can't have you fellows lowering
its dignity"
"But how else can I support my
family? have no job" the defendant
retorts.
That's none Of my business! Keep
off that street and pay three dollars
fine, or three days in jail" The poor
man goes to jail.
Guiding" the Youth
Two young boys enter-thugs with
records of gun-toting and robbery.
They had just been released from
jail and were caught drunk the very
day they were set free.
why don't you boys go straight?
Where is this life leading you? You
both look like upright men. Get your
selves jobs, be clean American citi-
zens. Obey our laws. learn the whole
some way Of living. Crime gets you
nowhere. Now you come from Port
land, and you from Chicago. Get out
of New York. Do as you please else
where. But we have no use for you
here. Now get out and don't ever ,let
US see you around New York again."
They are permitted to leave, with the
admonition to quit New York within
three months.
Drug Addicts
Handcuffed to detectives, two young
boys shuttle into the room. They are
also from out of town. Boys who have