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Show BIRD FLET7 WHEH CAGE DOOR OPENED ' ' . " . "William Bird," cried Clerk Leary in the Police court Monday. :With v a nutter of wings Bird arose from his perch on "Prisoners roost." "You're charged with being drunk," aid the clerk. . Bird plumed himself by buttoning up a- tattered ooat over a more tattered vest. - , "Guess I'm guilty," he trilled. . "Plain drunk V asked Judge DiehL ' "He was a dead duck when I found him," said a policeman. - "Bird, bow long since you've been here?" - " "The last time I was caged was a year ago last nesting time." "W. Bird," said the court, "you have been a bird to remain away , so long. The next time you dabble in the birdlime' bird-lime' sold in Salt Lake saloons as whisky, whis-ky, and the trusty falcons of the law pounce upon, you, you will be confined in a gilded cage for a long time. You are discharged. Take your flight." Bird . flew from the courtroom - as though be were pursued by a small boy armed with a sack of salt. |