“Do you hear that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Were you ever here before?”
“No, sir, and if you’ll let me off this time, I’ll leave the city.”
“Discharged!” and Reuben makes a bee-line for the door. The French adopted the hat at one time as
A TOKEN OF LIBERTY.
They were judges of human nature. The first impulse of a prisoner discharged in that police court is to clap on his cap. More drunks follow. The old, old story. One man is charged with being disorderly as well as drunk.
“He struck me and tore me coat,” says the constable who arrested him.
“Yes,” pipes up the inspector, “and in the station below he was very obstreperous.”
“Fined $5 and costs or sixty days.”