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JOHNSON TO HAVE WHAT
HE WANTS FROM JUDGE
If the attitude of Municipal
Judge Rooney of the. 35th street
court is any criterion, Jack John
son, heavyweight champion, need
have no further fear of running
foul of the speed laws or "'doing
a bit in stir," to be real English,
for any further offenses.
According to the judge's own
statement to Johnson, he can
. .v"; .:
have anything he wants when he
appears in his court, and natural
ly the "smoke" won't want a
Johnson appeared yesterday in
behalf of his brother Charles, who
was arrested on a charge of per
jury. When the case was called
the "cinder" stepped before
Judge Rooney and said :
"Your honor, as my brother's
lawyer has not appeared, I would
like to have a continuance in the
matter." Jack's past experiences
have familiarized him with court
"Are you Jack Johnsorf, the
champion?" queried Judge Roon
ey. "Yes, sir."
Judge Rooney leaned over the
bench and grasped the. mitt that
put a period to Jeffries' pugilistic
"You can have anything you
want here," he said, pumping the
The case was set for Jan. 12.
Probably (now, this is just a
surmise) if it had been some poor
devil who had swiped a loaf of
bread appealing for a continuance
he would have been given liesure
in the Bridewell to think it over.
Johnson and his white wife will
give a reception at their Wabash
avenue home Saturday afternoon
to the newspapermen of the city.
And no doubt some of them will
To One In Paradise.
Thou wast that all to me love
For which my soul didst pine;
A green isle in the sea love,
A fountain and a shrine
All wreathed with fairy fruits and
And all those flowers were
And all my days are trances
And all my nightly dreams,
Are where the grey eye glances
And where thy footsteps
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.
The true philanthropist is the
man who always carries matches.