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Show i f SHORT STORIES 1 OF STREET AND TOWN J fully at the printed form and said: "Since this la your first appearance, you are discharged. When next you go to a Republican rally, do not take too much whisky. You may go." -Much obliged. Judge," said the happy Hawley at he quickly left the courtroom. court-room. "Now lt' up to the Democrats," whispered whis-pered an onlooker a he nudged his neighbor and grinned. Judge Dlehl tells a good story on himself. him-self. There le a young man In Salt Lake who once had a misunderstanding with the Judge. Since . that time the two have not exchanged the courtesies of the season as they meet. Both were Invited to a dinner recently but the Judge was unable to attend. In the course of the evening the conversation conver-sation turned to the matter of sentences Imposed on vagrants and other petty offenders of-fenders by Judge Dlehl. "The Judge said to me the other day," said one of the guests to the young man not on friendly terms with the wearer of the ermine, "that he hoped that some day he would have the pelasure of pasting past-ing sentence on you." rm not afraid," was the reply. "Tou see he doesn't speak to me." In the Police court recently a man who gave the name of Uncle Sam was to be tried on a charge of being drunk. When the case was called City Prosecutor Prosecu-tor D. O. Willey said to Judge Dlehl: "The prosecuting wltnss desires the complaint dismissed." "Dismiss the case," said Judge Dlehl. "This court Is not competent to try a case against Uncle Sam." She is a prominent and wealthy society so-ciety woman, who has a reputation of being somewhat "near." Three mornings in succession she rode downtown and saved 5 cents each trip by presenting a J 20 gold piece for her fare. The conductor was "on." The fourth rooming that she presented the twenty he was "loaded." "I can change It, of course," he said with a wicked grin. Then he pulled a sack from a capacious capac-ious pocket and extracting a package therefrom, handed her seventy-nine sliver sli-ver quarters and two dimes which he counted into her lap. ' One of the finest hard luck Incidents known in the history of Utah mines occurred Just previous to the big strike of high-grade ore which was uncovered in the Miller mine of American Fork canyon a few weeks ago. The property was being operated under lease and the lessees had been working for nearly a year without a pound of ore being uncovered un-covered to cheer them on in their labors. la-bors. They had been running a tunnel Into the hill to cut the vein which they believed to exist in the property and had been forced, as they were all poor men, to go in debt to a considerable extent ex-tent for powder, tools and other supplies, sup-plies, to obe of the local merchants. One of the leasers, a young chap about 21, grew worried over the amount which he owed this merchant, as he felt that it was a serious thing for a young chap to have to shoulder a load of debt amounting amount-ing to between $300 and $400. He spoke of the debt often to, the merchant mer-chant and seemed so worried about it that the merchant, who had known him from boyhood, told him one day that while he had no intention of pressing him for the debt, he would be willing to cancel it in exchange for the young man's Interest in the lease. The boy considered for some time, as he was naturally reluctant to lose a whole year's work with nothing to show for it except the callous places on his hands, but as the tunnel didn't look encouraging encourag-ing he decided to accept the proposition. Inside of forty-eight hours after he turned over his share in the lease the tunnel broke into a body of ore which the experts value at $500,000. ... , John Hawley was in the Polloe court on a charge of being drunk. It was his first appearance. "Why did you get drunk?" asked the Judge. "I went to a Republican rally at Sandy. I took a little whisky with the boys,' and it got me down." "Are you sure it was a Republican rally?" queried the Judge in a suspicious suspic-ious tone. "Yes, sir; I will show you the invitation invita-tion I received," replied Hawley, unabashed. un-abashed. He did so. Judge Dlehl looked care- "I think I have a nickel," said the woman, wo-man, weakly. "You have your change, madam," said the polite conductor, as he rang up one fare. The worm had turned. The principal of one of the public schools in the east side is noted among his acquaintances as a capital story teller. tell-er. Here is one of his latest: "A boy in my school went home with his monthly report signed by the teacher teach-er who had, in addition to recording the marks gained by the boy in his studies, made mention of the fact that the boy was an inveterate talker. The father read the report with mingled joy and dissatisfaction. "At length the father's face brightened. bright-ened. He knew what reply to make to the teacher's comment. This Is what he wrote: You should hear his mother.' "The report was returned to the teacher, but it is needless to say that the reply was not shown to the wife by her husband." There Is a street in Salt Lake that Is not on the regular maps. In fact it Is not generally known that there Is such a street as W. C. A. Smoot street. The fact that the maps of the city are faulty was brought out in Police court recently, when a complaint charging charg-ing Andrew K. J. Johnson with drunkenness drunk-enness was read by Clerk Will Leary. The complaint, which was sworn to by Patrolman Smoot. the arresting policeman, police-man, was as follows: "The said Andrew L. Johnson was then and there unlawfully and willfully drunk on that certain public street known and designated as W. C. A Smoot, within the limits of said city." The error in the complaint was overlooked over-looked until Johnson had pleaded guilty and was discharged, as he had never before be-fore been arrested. |