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"_Officious Officer._--Ringtown's, No. 40 Cedar street, your honor.
"_Prisoner._--(Voluntary remark, sotto voce.) 'A jay bird sat on a
hickory limb--he winked at me and I winked at him.'
"_Indignant Officer._--Who're you winkin' at?
"_Prisoner._--'Nelly Bly, shuts her eye.'
"_Officer._--You'd better shut your mouth.
"_Judge._--What have you got to say, prisoner?
"_Prisoner._--'Hear me, Norma.'
"_Officer._--Well, go on, go on.
"_Prisoner._--'O blame not the bard.'
"_Judge._--Nobody to blame but yourself.
"_Prisoner._--'Did you ever hear tell of Kate Kearney?'
"_Knowing Officer._--Keeps a place in Mott street, your honor.
"_Prisoner._--'O! O! O! O! O! Sally is the gal for me.'
"_Judge_ (to officer).--Who is Sally? Some disreputable female I
suppose.
"_Officer._--She went up to the Island to-day, sir.
"_Prisoner._--'O tell me, where is Fancy bred.'
"_Judge._--I don't know anything about your fancy bread, if you have
anything to say, go on.
"_Prisoner._--'We'll all go bobbing around.'
"The Judge here became indignant, and demanded if he had a friend to
become bail for him, to which query the prisoner hiccuped out,
"I'll never, never find--a better friend than old dog Tray.'
"_Judge._--Can't take him, he is not responsible.
"_Prisoner._--'I give thee all, I can no more.'
"_Judge._--It won't do, sir, I shall fine you $10.
"_Prisoner._--'That's the way the money goes--pop goes the weasel.'
"_Indignant Officer._--I'll pop you over the head presently.
"_Prisoner._--'There's whisky in the jug.'
"_Officer._--You'll be there, too, shortly.
"_Judge._--If you can't pay you must go to jail.
"_Prisoner._--'Give me a cot in the valley I love.'
"_Judge._--Very well, sir, I'll do it. Tombs, ten days.
"_Prisoner._--'I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls.'
"The officer was about removing the individual below, when I came to the
rescue, and informed the Judge that the prisoner was a friend of mine,
that this was the first occasion in which he had ever manifested such
eccentricities, and if he would let him off from the punishment this
time, I would take him to his home and see that he never disturbed the
city by his yells in the future.
"The prisoner turned his eyes upon me, and again broke out:
"'Good news from home, good news for me'----
"'Mr. Blobb,' said the Judge, 'if I let you off this time, will you
cease going on these drunken sprees?'
"_Prisoner._--'I'l
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