“ALL CRIMINALS ARE FOOLS.”

Manawatu Herald, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 1639, 18 November 1916, Page 3

“ALL CRIMINALS ARE FOOLS.”

In sentencing Edward Alfred Foreman, guilty of several offences of housebreaking and theft at the Wellington (Supremo Court this week, His Honour the Chief Justice said: “You have pleaded guilty to burglaries, the total amount involved being £-U(i. Yon are a young and able man, and a man of good address, and you might have made your way in the world anywhere. You have committed a series of offences for which you are liable to be sentenced to a term of imprisonment far exceeding a life sentence.” His Honour added Unit lie was not going to deal hardly with the prisoner. As a mailer of fact, when a prisoner came before him for the first time ho was inclined to be lenient, in the hope that it might lead to a prisoner’s reform. It might bo foolish for him to do so and, indeed, his leniency had often been misplaced. “As I have often said, all* criminals are fools,” ho added. “If you had to go through the gaols as I have to several limes a year and could see the human wrecks there, it would horrify you. There are men weakened physically, mentally, and morally, going down to the grave. They have never had any enjoyment in life; just in and out of gaol all the time. The sentence which I am going to pass on you may he considerably reduced if you behave yourself well.” His Honour then passed .sentences for various counts in the indictment totalling in all six years’ imprisonment. i

1 have performed some miraculous cures at the front, writes “Ensign” in the Outlook, with the help of a little ehlofodyne or aspirin or thenuogeuo wool, plus the devil of a lot of belief in my powers, and you will get a lot more satisfaction fi’om carrying some simple medicines in your kit than in a box of cigars or silk pyjamas, 1 once had a patient with a very bad neuralgia. I cast my medical eye over him, and said, “I shall give you some whisky”; his face brightened in an instant, and then I added, “Externally.” I put the whisky on some thermogene wool and tied it on his face, assured him that he would be all right in an hour for certain, and he was. Mind you, he was no malingerer—he was a good soldier and had never asked for anything, but I noticed that he could hardly see out of one eye; but my thermogene wool and stupendous belief in my own skill as a doctor did the trick.