The Washington times., 1937-10-20

Get back Chere!" yelled the po-
lice officer as the irate one was
pushed against him so hard he
grunted.
Then let US in!" called one of
the women further back in the
crowd.
Crowley raised his voice. II tell
you, ladies, there amt any room.
People inside can't get out and no
body outside can get in. I can't
get in myself, and this is my court
room!"
His voice was almost plaintive,
for Officer Crowley was terrified
of women in the mass. And en-
masse they were this morning be
fore him, buffeting him about.
That's the trouble with women
they've got no respect for the
law" he mused as he pushed.
IN COURT
If there was strife and discon.
tent outside, inside the courtroom
more crowds leaned forward
eagerly. 1t wasn't every day New
York had a chance to see one of
the richest girls in the world in
; traffic court.
Not an available inch was left
back of the railing. Men had
climbed upon the window ledges,
the better to see. Helpless officers
kept giving commands which no.
body noticed.
Inside the railing attorneys,
court officials. newspaper men
and women and photographers
milled about, angling for better
positions.
Suddenly there was a sharp re.
port. The crowd gasped. Officers
instinctively reached for their hip
pockets. The crowd surged UP, in
panic.
"Stay where you are!" an
officer doomed. Then laughter be.
gan to ripple over the crowd. A
photographer had dropped a flash
light bulb and it lay now in q
thousand tiny pieces on the terrazc
floor. Policemen fidgeted, red
faced.
"They say she's awfully pretty.
a woman near the front row OF
spectators said.
"Who couldn't be with all that
money!" retorted the girl crowded
beside her.
How much longer?" demanded
Galloway, of the Chronicle. "It's
almost noon. Stoddard has no
respect for deadlines!"
Then suddenly there was activity
over by the door to the left of the
judges chambers.
That's her" The whispering
ran over the crowd in a low
murmur.
There she is, between the two
cops!"
FACING THE JUDGE
And Karen Mallory walked
! calmly into the court room, did
not seem to notice the flashing
of bulbs as the camera men
worked overtime. Only the sound
of the cameras being reloaded
broke the sudden stiffness.
Karen Mallory, seated beside
her attorney, was lost to the crowd
for the moment.
TTha YaY1FTN0J1Vs rNcn onai1o
"She's not dressed so SWELL" a
disappointed woman remarked
She'd fought for this vantage
place. and the richest girl in the
world had walked into court in
a simple tweed suit.
"She's got class, and probably
that suit cost a lot," said another
more discerning woman, and she
was quite right.
Just at that moment Judge
Richard Stoddard, youngest and
handsomeSt Of New York traffic
judges, came out of his office,
mounted the bench.
The buzz from the spectators
rose high.
II insist on having order here
or I'll order the court cleared"
Stoddard's crisp voice quieted the
voices like turning the dial of a
radio.
Then Judge Stoddard, consult
ing pile of papers and files be-
fore him, said: "The City Of New
York versus Karen Mallory"
Karen Mallory stood very
straight and quiet before the high
shining mahogany bench.
The spectators could scarcely
see the top of her jaInty little
brown hat which sat so rakiShly
on her honey-colored hair. The
photographers were bla st i n g
away again. Karen's pert chin
went up another quarter of an