POOR DUNDONALD.

Putaruru Press, Volume VI, Issue 223, 9 February 1928, Page 1

POOR DUNDONALD.

“NO VISIBLE MEANS.” “ Nothing Whatsoever ” to Say. Promptly at 9 o’clock on Saturday morning a character named Donald McLeod appeared before Messrs. W. A. Turkington and J. Price, J.’s P., at Matamata, his offence being that he was without “ lawful, visible,” etc. The charge seemeci to be fully justified. Constable Mathieson said the man had been down to the Okauia Springs and had secured some methylated spirits from a local resident on some pretext or other, but had used the fiery liquid as an “ internal application.” Next he went into the Hinuera district, whereupon, owing to information received, the charge was laid. “ Have you anything to say ? ” asked the bench. “ Nothing whatsoever,” was the somewhat Biblical - sounding reply. Donald evidently considered discretion the better part of discursiveness. “ We will give you a month if you come before us again upon a similar charge,” admonished the bench, with its most severe, austere and frigid frown, ‘ ‘and we will give you twelve hours to get out of the town.” A tap on the arm from AssistantConstable Wade, and Donald, an old soldier who still carried himself well despite obvious declension in his mode of living, made the right-about-face smartly enough and left the Court, convicted and discharged.