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THE DISCOVERY. OP WHAT
"Policeman Mike O'Brien was
lounging against a. three-story
'flat building at 226,2 Park avenue
last night, half asleep. Suddenly
a voice broke forth:
" "Haw! Look at that fat-bellied
bluecoat, fat-bellied bluecoat!"
i'What's that?", demanded
O'Brien, wakening suddenly.
" "Fat-bellied bluecoat!" said
""'Come out o' there, an' fight
like a man," said O'Brien, who is
touchy about his porch.
l'' "Fat-bellied bluecoat!"
"Come out o' there, I tell yez,
En I'll, push yer face right into
yer back hair," said O'Brien very
"'"Haw, haw, haw!" said the
"'"All 'right thin, I'll come in an'
get yez," said O'Brien, and went
jnto the flat building.
The voice was not difficult to
oiscover. It came from the first
flat, and continued, to make pro
fane remarks as O'Brieji ham
xnered for admittance.
Sammon Roth, owner of the
Sat, opened the door to O'Brien.
- "Where is that white-livered
son of a sea codk wot's callin' me
names?' Where is he?" demanded
O'Brien, twirling his club.
"I'm sorry, officer, began
6 "Sorry nothm'," said O'Brien,
"if yez don't let me in'so I. can-lay
hands on that spalpeen I'll forte
me way in."
" ,fHaw, haw, haw!" came frbm
f he" inside.
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PEEVED OFFICER O'BRIEN
'In I go,"' and he pushed past
As he entered the, front room
he was greeted by ayolley of the
most remarkable profanity he
ever had heard, and stopped in
amazement. Then he turned right
around and sneaked quietly away
from that place.
This occurrence was explained
in. the Desplaines street court this
inorning when one George M.
Libby of 2260 Park avenue ap
peared before Judge Heap in a
state of high excitement.
"I want an injunction, 'judge,"
he said, "and I want it quick."
"What d'you want to enjoin,"
asked the judge.
"A parrot," said Libby, "a pro
fane parrot.' I'm a sick han,
judge, and I -just can't stand it.
Such .goings on, and such swear
ing at all hours of the night. I say
it's enough to drive a man to the
madhouset and it's "
"Here, here, here," said Judge
Heap. ''Cut that up into pieces
and give 'em to me one at a time."
"Well," said Libby, becoming
cooler "it, belongs to "
"What belongs?" asked Judge
"That darned parrot!" said
Libby. "It belongs to. Sammon
Roth, who lives next door to me,
and it swears oh, now it swears,
judge'? it swears 'all night, and
it swears all day, and I in, an in
valid, and it's giving me nervous
prostration. I want an injunc
"Can't give you an injunction,"
said the judge.