﻿BONEYARD
By T-BONE SLIM.

Good morning . . . . . . . judge. Eight Anti-Trust-Law Violators Win Their Freedom—dodge their “time.”
(After all, they didn’t hare to veil “take in” the New Jersey “stop”—as famous as New Jersey “justice.”)
These manufacturers were convicted and sentenced in 192 —(this is 1927) —recently the U, S. Supreme Court upheld their conviction—(same as saying lock ‘em up)—so, Judge Hand, in federal court, suspended their sentences. (Handy to have a sensible Judge like that on hand, let me assure you!)
Charles Evans Hughes (hot Heavens Hughes) and George Wharton Pepper fixed it with the judge, in the way of a stirring plea—betters from leading church and professional men were read to the court.
U. S. Attorney Charles H. Tuttle “washt his hands” as not being present in the deal.
Charles Evans Hughes used to sit on the Supreme bench but that should not be held against him—really does know not a little about law.
MORAL: A sentence of the court, upheld by the Supreme Court means nothing in the lives of manufacturers—can’t expect them to lock themselves up. That ain’t wot, jails are for!
In Massachusetts they lock up four kinds of men: linesmen, railroadmen, barge captains and innocent men—the thieves, robbers, bandits and business men prance around doing the black bottom, both legs froe.
Not that we give a damn.
P. S.: Cautious Daily News refers to Hughes and Pepper as “high priced” lawyers.—That can mean but one thing—they come high.
Anyhow, the eight men are free through the kindness of Judge Hand and, I’m sure, if Hughes of Pepper were judge they would do’ as much for Hand—under similar “trying” conditions—excuse my emotion.

True, editor—a black satchel containing $50,000 changed hands as a part of patriotic duty, in the- oil scandal, when Doheny was saving the country from assault and battery. Now visualize—imagine—the long, long line of suitcases that passed into Mexico. If you can do that you will understand why Gonzales laid down his guitar, and you will also interpret correctly the mighty cry: “Kellogg, Kellogg, save our p’p’property.”
Property? Which? The suitcase or oil field? Personally, I think U. S. should mobilize and get that suitcase and get its original owner, throw him in the can for disturbing the world’s peace—appoint me Bribes Custodian—and apologize for the low down rats that contaminate our virtuous population.
And rediscover that: Uncle Sam and Mexico are neighbors!