Prisoner (tearfully). I was dreaming of my mother, my loved mother.
[Sympathetic applause.
Magistrate. You do not deserve to have a mother!
[Prolonged sensation.
Prisoner (scornfully]. Only a magistrate could make such a cold-blooded observation!
[Cheers.
Magistrate. For all that you are fined five shillings and costs! Remove the wretched prisoner!
[The accused was then removed amidst expressions of sympathy from the body of the Court.
There, Sir, would not that be far better reading than paragraphs about gigantic gooseberries and leaders upon the sea serpent? Perhaps my suggestion may be adopted in the proper quarter. Hoping that this may be the case, the police case,
I remain, Yours respectfully,
The Man in the Reporter's Box.