BLACK AND WHITE.

NZ Truth, Issue 145, 28 March 1908, Page 5

BLACK AND WHITE.

DAWSON DONE IN FOR HIS

DIBS.

A Trio that Met m Gaol.

Up-eided m a Urinal.

"Extremes meet," remarked a spectator when James Diggs and Fred^ crick Jansen smilingly mooched into the 'dock at Wellington S.M. Court on Wednesday afternoon. "A study m black and white," was another's remark. And a study in 1 black and white they certainly were. Diggs is New Zealand Irish nigger. His old man, Harry Diggs, was a negro well-, known, to the police m Dunedin, In fact, so well did they know him that the nigger used to say, "Policeman no like Harry, Lord lub Harry." But the devil also loved Harry, and led him into many scrapes. Handsome Othello managed to make a big, bouncing Irish woman partial to Mm, and the offspring of their marriage was the coffee-colored,, hyto rid James Diggs. The darky's partner, Jansen, is a bluereyed, LOW-BROWED SCANDINAVIAN. . Dawson, who is a. fireman and laborer, "v^hen not living on his means, met Diggs m Mt. Ederi gaol some Mmc ago, what time Dawson was m for a month. On Wednesday, the 18th inst., doleful Dawson came ' into town by the Manawatu express with four -quid burning m his pocket. Now, Dawson was a stranger to Welling- | ton, but he straight away * started out to sample the pubs., anil after be had got a few different sorts of wadpiro into 'his .little Mary he MET. 1 MUD AND MILK. ■ Avid. acquaintance 1 so appealed to simple Georgie that be re- [ mewed it m a pot of beer with Diggs and Jansen, and also invited two other firemen to join him. "With pleasure, sic." Then the two firemen poured forth a harrowing tale into the stranger's ready ear, and Georgie ' flashed half-a-crown for a blue bandanna belonging to one of them. After selling him the nose-rag they cajoled a tanner apiece out of him for drinks. They they found fault with his company and loft. By this time Dawsan was so hazy 'that he did not know what hotel he was m. He thinks it was the Masonic, but yellow and white asseverate it was the Terminus. It was certainly destined to be the /terminus of George's oof, so far as he was concerned. Towards half past' nine the new arrival discovered it was raining, and wanted 1 to find A BED FOR THE NIGHT. The Soandy offered to find him one, and set out with another of Georgie's half-crowns to engage a bed at the honored hash-house where the variety pair put up. A quarter of an hour later white-top returned, and, the trio pranced along to, the Foresters' Arms, . m Ghuznee-street. A call of nature appealed to Dawson before he got into the pub., and /when- he mentioned it, the other two were feeling that way themselves. So they danced into the urinal together, Jansen m front, guileless George, m.. the middle, and the colored coon behind. And then, says George, his money made tracks. Mud grabbed his arm. while the white-headed boy grabbed Georgie's purse from- his pants' pocket. Ami the pair cleared out, with doleful Dawson. a bad third, and a youth who saw the chase m the rear. In Taranaki-street the variety troupe LEFT GEORGE LAMENTING-, so the dismal one then trotted down . to the Manners-street slop station. Davy Stewart promptly hied himself to the Foresters' Arms, outside of wihich he found the Darkie. James consented ■to be searched m a quiet spot, but no money could be found on him. But 'Tec. CaSsells knew the pair well, and arrested them together a couple of days afterwards. The variety pair pleaded not guilty,* and were^sent to the Supreme Court for trial. ■ „