JUDGE PRINCE (_Reading._) “Mary Roe, right name unknown. First charge, larceny in taking glue from factory of Hustler & Co. Second charge, drunk and disorderly. Third charge, assault with intent to kill.” (_Spoken_) Now, Mr. Woodbur, you represent the prosecution--which charge are you going to try her on? Oh! I see, last first--assault. Well, bring on your witnesses, and quick, too--here are (_counting_) twenty-one bums on the list and the Polish church riot, besides----let ’er go, Gallagher! Bilkson, the name is--first name? Why yes, of course, in my unofficial capacity I know your name, but the court is not supposed to know nothing--Woodbur, can’t you let up on that chuckle? John Bilkson--what the devil’s name is the man standing like that with his mouth open? Why, someone might fall in. Oh, your teeth are gone! Yes, I see. Keep the beefsteak on the peeper--it will soon be all right. The _Express_ tried to give me a black-eye too, last ’lection. Did they do it? Not if the court house understands itself as Shallkopp says. Yes, she rides a bicycle--that’s right, make her out as bad as you can--hold on, let me write that down (_writing--to the officer standing like a statue near_) Donahue, how the devil do you spell it? Bi----call it a b-i-k-e and let ’er go? Yes--go on. I am all ears. (_In a roar._) Silence in the court. You tried to make the arrest peaceably, an’ then you went up the ladder and she hit you with an ax--not an ax though, Bilkson, come off, it would have gone clear through your skull, thick as it is. Oh, let up! She hit you, that is enough--with an u-n-k-n-o-w-n w-e-e-p-u-n. All right, go on--Donahue, make the cod dab fool shut up that cavern. Haven’t you showed me three times she knocked your teeth out?