this day. It's amazing the quantity of booze thirty plunks will buy,
and it is equally amazing the quantity of booze outside of which
twenty stiffs will get. Beer and cheap wine made up the card, with
alcohol thrown in for the blowd-in-the-glass stiffs. It was
great--an orgy under the sky, a contest of beaker-men, a study in
primitive beastliness. To me there is something fascinating in a
drunken man, and were I a college president I should institute P.G.
psychology courses in practical drunkenness. It would beat the books
and compete with the laboratory.

"All of which is neither here nor there, for after sixteen hours of
it, early next morning, the whole push was copped by an overwhelming
array of constables and carted off to jail. After breakfast, about
ten o'clock, we were lined upstairs into court, limp and spiritless,
the twenty of us. And there, under his purple panoply, nose crooked
like a Napoleonic eagle and eyes glittering and beady, sat Sol
Glenhart.

"'John Ambrose!' the clerk called out, and Chi Slim, with the ease
of long practice, stood up.

"'Vagrant, your Honor,' the bailiff volunteered, and his Honor, not
deigning to look at the prisoner, snapped, 'Ten days,' and Chi Slim
sat down.

"And so it went, with the monotony of clockwork, fifteen seconds to
the man, four men to the minute, the mugs bobbing up and down in
turn like marionettes. The clerk called the name, the bailiff the
offence, the judge the sentence, and the man sat down. That was all.
Simple, eh? Superb!