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Show PRISONER OFFERED , JUDGE D1E11L CIGAR Michael E. Henry wss drunk. There wss no use entering a denial. He was sure the policeman had made no mistake, so he pleaded guilty when he waa arraigned ar-raigned in Police court yesterday afternoon. after-noon. . "I am a clgarmaker." he said, "and I came here lost month. I had been sick and the doctor's medicine did not agree with me. 1 took two little drinks and they went to my knees. My knees shook I and wobbled when I walked, so I guess I I was drunk." "If it was your first offense, you are discharged," said the court. "I've got $30 In the bsr.k. Judge." sail Henry, without taking the hint dropped by the court, "and I am able to take care of myself." The court began to suspect that Henry could not care for himself, and was vaguely suspicious that the man was still plffllcated. "You may go," repeated the court. "Sure," said Henry. "Lots of the policemen po-licemen know me." "Get out of here." said a policeman. "Sure," said Henry as he moved toward the door. Then he again addressed the court, who was considering another case. "Much obliged. Judge, for turning me loose. Will you have one of my cigars that I made especially for youT" Judge Dlehl enjoys a good cigar occasionally, occa-sionally, and sometimes smokes a social weed with a friend. But this was too much for his dignity. - "You will talk yourself back Into jail in a minute If you don't get out of here, and go quickly." "Sure' said Henry, as he faded from sight, and Judge Dlehl and seven bailiffs ' bad to rap for order before the titter of amusement subsided. |