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Show Bowmiao in Triple R&Se of B Judge, Prosecutor and! !roterpretj Judge Bowman officiated as Judge, prosecutor and Interpreter In police court yesterday when Carl Rltcr, a German, accused of having tarried too long In front of glittering mirrors and polished bars, came up for trial. Rltcr was about as clever with English as a newsboy struggling with Esperanto, and Judge Bowman had to conduct the case In German. Ger-man. The spectators In tho courtroom didn't gather tho line of Rltcr's defense, but his explanation must have been satisfactory, sat-isfactory, for Rltcr was permitted to go. A number of Inebriates who decorated the mourners' bench were seen to sigh and lament tho fact that they had neglected neg-lected to perfect themselves In the tongue of the Fatherland. James Wilson strayed from the confines con-fines of a kitchen, whore he had been working for three months, and accumulated accumu-lated an assortment of dizzying concoctions concoc-tions that confused his mental compass and piloted him straight to the city prison. pris-on. Wilson blamed the booze, and murmured mur-mured the following plaint In extenuation: extenua-tion: "I took an absinthe cocktail, for my head was far from clear: I swallowed gin and bitters and a. scoop of lager beer; A highball and a silver fizz I added to tho bunch, And wound up with a rlckcy and a third-rail third-rail whisky punch. . "To sober up I switched to Scotch, with White Rock on the side; By this time I was pickled, primed and well-nigh ossified; The next I knew I went to sleep, the stars shone bright and clear, And, wise-man like, I followed one that same star brought me here. "No moro will Jimmy Wilson wander out upon a. spree; I'm right at home above the range, that's good enough for me; Just feci my head, Judge, don't bo mean, I know that I did wrong. I'll beat It to the kitchen. Thank you. Judge. I'm gone. So long." Mary Marsh, friendless, crippled nnd old, mado hor way to the bar of Justice with the assistance of a crutch and pleaded guilty to a charge of drunkenness. drunken-ness. Judge Bowman scarcely had the heart to question the unfortunate woman, wom-an, but bado her go and sin no moro. Tho usual grind of drunks completed the card for the afternoon matinee, the case of A. L. Bain, charged with impersonating imper-sonating an officer, and aomo vagrancy charges being continued. W. E. Lucas, charged with assault and battery upon Caroline Ilassard, pleaded guilty nt the morning session and was given a six months' sentence. Reuben Watson, brought back from Nevada to face an assault charge, pleaded plead-ed not guilty, and in default of $1000 bonds was romanded to the custody of tho sheriff. W. L. Fuller pleaded not guilty to an I embezzlement charge, and in defaifKft S500 ball wis sent to tho countyjW |