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THERE IS A LOT OR REAL HUMANITY RUNNING
LOOSE AROUND THE BOYS' COURT
BY JANE WHITAKER
Yesterday-morning I looked into the Boys' -Court, presided over by
Judge Thomas F. "Scully, and then I rubbed my, eyes and looked again.
Then I walked timidly into the room, convinced that something must have
happened to my eyesight.
But no, it -was real. Instead of the judge sitting up on the bench and
the prisoner standing trembling down below, a large table occupied the
center of the room, and on chairs and benches around it sat the judge, the
state's attorney, the prisoners and the witnesses all having a "heart to
The idea fascinated me so much that I took a seat on the bench be
side the prisoners and stayed there most of the day.
This is one of the most splendid innovations that have ever been put
into effect in a courtroom, and I am not at all surprised that it was carried,
out by "Big Brother Tom" Scully, since he is always planning new ways
of convincing prisoners that justice is not a blind goddess, but a very human,
merciful, understanding thing.
- There were some queer cases heard around that table yesterday, but
the most pitiful to me was that of a young boy, only 17, accused of burglary.
It was pitiful because he is the son of a minister, a Man of God who ad
ministers to the spiritual welfare of
others, while the feet of his own boy
are planted on the road that leads to
He wasn't a bad looking boy; he
'had rather a frank face, but he was
accused of a very contemptible form
of stealing. He was accused of going
into a, rooming house kept by a wo
man in yery moderate circumstances
and of stealing while he made a pre
tense of engaging a room.
He said he did not remember his
mother; he had never seen her, and
there was a tragic letter from his
father in Detroit declaring the boy
was a "good boy." Poor, blind
father. The brand to be saved from
the burning was""his own flesh and
blood, and yet he was ignorant of the
crooked path into which, his boy's
On the table was a collection of
jewelry found in the room of thelad
and his pal. Some Qf it has been
identified, much pf it has not. He
said he didn't take it all. and named
a mysterious third boy who had left
some of the loot in his room.
Bjit he wilL unquestionably have to
expiate the crime with which he is
charged, and by the time the price
exacted by the law is paid in full he
will not be, a little laddie any more.
The soil into which the father might
have implanted the principles of right
living will have become hardi and
barren and unyielding.
The dark, tragic story spun itself
itself out to the last thread and then
there was a wedding in the court
room. Such a funny wedding. No "Te-Te-Te-Tum"
of the wedding march;
no bridal finery; not even a plain gold
Just a slip of a girl with big brown
eyes, like the vcenters of brown-eyed
daisies; a slim little thing of 18 who
looked for all the world like a doll,
and a ruddy lad, high-minded, who
said he had been disinherited by
wealthy parents because of his in
fatuation for the girl.
That was three years ago, and
they lived together without the bonds
of matrimony in all that time. Two
weeks ago the. lad. brought the girl
to Chicago and took her to a room
ing house. '
But the man who owned the house
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