So though many years have since passed away,
And I've ventured on various routes,
I'm still tryin' things jist as risky today
As my fust pair of copper toed boots.
Uncle Josh in Police Court
I NEVER wuz in a town in my life what had as
many cort houses in it as New York has got.
It jist seemed to me like every judge in New
York had a cort house of his own, and
most of them cort houses seemed to be
along side of some markit house. Thar
wuz the Jefferson Markit Cort, and the Essicks
Markit Cort, and several other corts
and markits, and markits and corts, I can't
remember now. Wall, I used to be Jestice
of the Peece down home at Punkin Center,
and I wuz a little anxious to see how they
handled law and jestice in New York City,
so one mornin' I went down to one of them
cort houses, and thar wuz more different
kinds of people in thar than I ever seen
afore. Thar wuz all kinds of nationalitys--
Norweegans, Germans, Sweeds, Hebrews,
and Skandynavians, Irish and colored folks,
old and young, dirty and clean, good, bad
and worse. The Judge, he wuz a sottin' up
on the bench, and a sayin,: "Ten days;
ten dollars; Geery society; foundlin' asylum;
case dismissed; bring in the next prisoner,"
and the Lord only knows what else.
Wall, some of the cases they tried in that
cort house made me snicker right out loud.
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