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Show GLOOMY GUS GETS A JOB FOR THIRTY DAYS King, with the superior air of a man who had never been in a similar fix. "Say," said the defendant, "aye bane readin' about a rubber farm in Mexico, where It bane all goot things, luxury, watered stock, dividends, an' all of dose t'lngs. Dat's de way aye bane feeltn' We'ns'day." "How do you feel now? cruelly asked the court, regardless of the man's forlorn for-lorn appearance. "Aye bane f eelin like ape beane - a Democrat candidate for City Choodge." "Well. Gloomy Gus," said the court, the policeman says that you were disturbing dis-turbing the peace by singing a merry chansonette in a voice like the exclamation excla-mation of Bert Fuller's automobile fog horn." "Please, Choodge, let me go, an aye vill go pack to Murray an' go to vork in de smelters." - . "Jailer Kimball needs a' janitor, so he says, and I know you to be a competent man," said the court. "You seem to be in a bad condition. Tour eye needs treatment. I have a prescription here that-will cure It. Thirty days." Gloomy Gus wandered to the locker and got a broom. It was an old tale to him. i A short, squatty man, with a three-days' three-days' growth of sandy beard and a shock of hair that looked like a Dakota wheatfleld before, the harvest, was the third man to answer to the roll-call In police court Thursday afternoon. He had a look of dejection in his watery blue eye. The mate to this eye looked like a large German prune that had been smashed against a stone wall. He was Gloomy Gus Anderson, and he was charged with being drunk and also with not being an Indian. "Good afternoon. Gloomy Gus," said the court, as the old-timer nodded his head in recognition, and tried to smile with the side of his face that had not been disfigured. "Tell me. did you essay to butt s. racing motor car off the asphalt, as-phalt, or did you presume to argue poll-tics poll-tics from a Republican standpoint with a Mormon Democrat V "Neither," replied the gloomy one, sadly. "Aye ben tryin' to valk straight when aye had sooch a load on aye cood not see vere aye bane goln'. Aye tried to knock a hole in de sidevalk with de wheels in my head, an' I fell wit' my face on the sidevalk." "You were feeling pretty good about that time, were you not?' asked . Tom |