"Quad's odds"; . an. What! what did you say ?asked the Court. Met hoyenstaande vraag einhielden zich de vorige week deneidenhaaden de Engelsche, replied the prisoner.Bijah began to grin.The clerk began to grin.The audience moved uneasily. Now then, continued his Honor, the charge isdrunkenness, and I want to hear what you have to sayabout it. De tegenwoordigheid van afgevaardigden van andereChristelijke Vereenigingen, answered the old man in asolemn voice. Were you drunk? demanded the Court in a loudertone. 306 UK (iOES OUT. 307 Hij werd verleden Maandag tot twalf jarcn gevangeisstraf verooree
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"Quad's odds"; . an. What! what did you say ?asked the Court. Met hoyenstaande vraag einhielden zich de vorige week deneidenhaaden de Engelsche, replied the prisoner.Bijah began to grin.The clerk began to grin.The audience moved uneasily. Now then, continued his Honor, the charge isdrunkenness, and I want to hear what you have to sayabout it. De tegenwoordigheid van afgevaardigden van andereChristelijke Vereenigingen, answered the old man in asolemn voice. Were you drunk? demanded the Court in a loudertone. 306 UK (iOES OUT. 307 Hij werd verleden Maandag tot twalf jarcn gevangeisstraf verooreeeld, answered the prisoner, also raising bisvoice. Dont fool with this Court, warned his Honor. Wormjoekjes gebruikt te nebben, terwij wij alle huis-gezinnen, waar kinderen zjm, moeten aanraden een doosvan Kimms Susan B. Anthony! replied the prisoner, throwing his arms around wildly. Well, I cant fool away any more time on you, saidthe Court in a tone of despair. Dust out of here and beseen no more! And he dusted.. PnsT to PrsT. WHEN THE PANTIES BLOOM. This is a case which can be called, tried and disposedof inside of three minutes, remarked his Honor as CharlesTaylor leaned on the railing and regarded him with anappealing look. I couldnt get nothing to do, replied the prisoner. 308 A YOUNG BUD. I hear you couldnt, but if I were a young man nine-teen years old, in sound health, and the fat on my ribs wasan inch and a half thick, Id find work enough to pay formy board, or Id slide off the wharf and make businessfor a coroner. Ive looked all around, said the prisoner. Well, we wont argue the case. I know that work isscarce, but I also know that there are dozens of fat loafersaround this town who wouldnt turn a grindstone twohours for a weeks board. You are charged with vagrancy, are guilty, and I will give you sixty days.That will let you out about the time thepansies bloom, and if you cant find workthen Ill send you back for six months.The prisoner shuffled off into the cor-ridor,