Show PLEADS IN POETRY New York Justice Encounters a Poetical Jag Thy lovely hair is white as snow mow Your smiling features are arc all aU aglow Jow This salute was given to Magistrate Pool Fool in the Essex Market court yester yesterday yesterday yesterday day by a k prisoner who looked as though he had bad been run through a w threshing machine Over his right eye ye was pasted pa tecla a patch of green His cloth clothes were torn torR and nd bedraggled led but he seemed happy and care free What is I your namer aa asked the magistrate sternly James McInerney answered the prisoner oner I am a poet your honor and andray my ray home is the big wide world You Tou are charged with drunkenness said Aid Magistrate Pool What have yen yea 1 yento to say for yourself If As 08 Bobby Burns would say A man mana a man for a that retorted the u poet Met Not when whoa he gets drunk said the magistrate severely Whisky makes a man mau do noble nobl deeds d answered Then he added Drink drink thou thon lovely drink It makes akes a i man merry it makes mak a man manIR think Well in IR your eur ease case I am aIR afraid your sentiments will do you OW no god goad an u answered answered Magistrate Poet Peel when be he could get a word WOld In inOh InOh Oh your honor pleaded the poet a alook alook look of distress on Oft hit his face I 1 can cane see ass leniency e I c depicted on 0 your magisterial brow Have a mCcoy en on a poor wandering poet Listen I will l recite another poet I poetto I Ito to you To send me to jail do you no good I like not the cell I like not the food Free as u a bird the Bowery I roam It is my mylove love it is my home The foaming mugs of silvery brew And ADd for It many manya a cent I blew blewIt It is the nectar flit fit for the gods god godIt It welcomes me with becoming nods I think youre still un drunk said saM Meg Mag Magistrate istrate mImIc Pool Fool and I shall ahall hold bold you fr examination tomorrow Listen your honor and I will recite a touching little thing I like Im Owney Ow ey McGann I till fill lbs can as The barkeepers never give pye me trust But while I have legs leps 1 Ill drain the kegs And drink sour beer till I bust bast Just one more mere your honor bolero before you OU have me taken taltal away Casey the cop got pt a horrible jag He carried It all over the Bowery I This was too much for Magistrate I Pool He ordered the poet taken to a acell acell acelL cell and aad two big policemen seized seised him by the coat collar He tried to finish his I poem but one of or the policemen put his hill hillI hand over his hlll mouth and he was led away struggling and trying to finish his I tale of Casey Y |