Garland Globe | 1907-03-09 | Page 4 | Nothing Doing

Nothing Doing. It was a dull morning In tho police court, and tho magistrate n bonodlct of long standing, sat In his chair looking look-ing Info spam. A prisnnnr was brought before him and tho policeman mado a charge. "Intoxicated, ch?" muttered tho court, nbscnt-mlndcdly. "Yes, your honor," admitted tho prisoner. "Aro you married?" asked tho magistrate mag-istrate "No," was tho roply. "Then whnt excuse do you havo?" demanded tho court, mechanically signing tho commitment paper. A titter ran over tho audience nnd tho magistrate camo to with a start, glancing apprehensively at tho reporters. re-porters. Whon court was adjourned, contrary to his usual custom, ho called tho nowspapor men before him. "Do you find anything to wrlto this morning?" ho asked In a clearly ap-prchcnslvo ap-prchcnslvo tono. "No," was tho reply. Tho maglstrnto looked relloved. "That's good that Is I I mean I thought thoro wasn't anything worth writing," ho Bald.