LOCAL MATTERS.
Police Court.--Before Recorder Baker — June 29th
The Dock yesterday bore no small resemblance to the gallery of a theater. The lights and shadows of life in San Francisco were distinctly to be seen, from the flaxen-headed youth to the Mexican of the swarthy brow.
Mons. Dromard and Ramond forgot their dignity and from words they got out into the back yard, and then to blows. Ramond, who is an artist, handled his subject with a master-hand — but Dromard thought, and Dromard is a connoisseur, that Ramond was putting it on a little too thick. Ramond was making his eyes darker than was natural, and his nose, (citizen Dromard had often prided himself on his nose) he had a fine nose and imagined it could not be beaten, but it was, and badly. The painter was making it too broad and flat to please the owner, but when did man ever see another perfectly satisfied with his portrait. His Honor, thinking they would be ornaments in the picture gallery below, gave orders to have them framed in iron for two days.
Wm. Bloomfield, a great big loafer, had went and kicked a small China boy because the boy had asked for his wages as a cook, or his bedding, if they would not pay him. Bloomfield said: "yes he might have struck him, and his foot might have touched him." His Honor told him to sit down, that he would sentence him to-morrow, and hinted gently to him that he was a brute.
J. Barry was arraigned for an assault and battery. Mr. Barry and one of the fair sex had a bit of a row about a bit of land upon which Barry was about to build a house. The lady was opposed to having Mr. Barry for a neighbor, and kicked up a breeze, but the undaunted Barry, knowing that "who would be free themselves must strike the blow," went to work. A house was to be built; he raised a "a bit of a stick," about 18 feet long; the lady happened to be at one end of it, and in consequence of its being rather unsteady in the hands of the excited Barry, she got a gentle hint from that end to tilt over, and over she tilted. His Honor, with "a plague on both your houses" tone of voice, told both parties to go home and behave themselves.
Raphael Rial, charged with stealing the ring from Mr. Randolph, was sentenced to six month's residence in the Broadway Tombs.
Mrs. Tye was charged with disorderly conduct. Mrs. Tye wished to recover several cups and saucers belonging to her, that were in possession of the bakers. She thought Mr. Baker was playing the tryant in keeping them from her. Mr. Baker said she was drunk, but Mrs. Tye loved her cups—that was nobody’s business—and drunk or sober, she was going to have them. Mr. Bakers said the lady was going to pull a revolver from her pocket to perform the untidy act of blowing his brains out, and not wishing to lose those valuable adjuncts to his personal property, he insisted upon tying her hands to her side by his own brawny ones; peace was proclaimed, and Mrs. Tye made the astute remark: "Thee God pays debts without money." The parties were fine $10 each.
George Chapin—This gentleman was, about 2 o�clock in the morning, found rummaging amongst the drawers of a person on Union Street, and was conveyed to the station house in the picturesque costume generally adopted by the "Digger Indians," to with: a coat and hat. His answers were very brief; was tight, was a farmer, didn't know how he came there. If Mr. Chapin can find any respectable persons today willing to clothe him with good characters, he may escape a "dressing" from His Honor.
Louis St. Clair was charged with assaulting Mr. Martin, a butcher at the Mission, with a knife. It seemed that a lady was purchasing a shin bone to make soup of. St. Clair insisted that Martin was charging too much. Martin thought that was none of his business, and went to put the Saint out of the shambles. The Saint got bull headed and resisted; "lambed" him in the head; but the red faced gent was ready for him; he got the Saint�s finger in his ponderous jaws, and was making hash of this delicious morsel; this caused St. Clair to squirm, no doubt like a string of new made sausages, when thoughtless people whistle in the August presence. He seized hold of a large knife and made a swoop at Martin's gaiters; his (Martin’s) right shin received the blow, and was pretty badly cut. Here the sport ended. It had commenced about a calf’s shin, and ended with the shin just below the calf. Louis was sent to Crosierville for five days.
The case of Devoe and Farrell was postponed until 12 o'clock today.
John Hanley, the lad that played off drunk in the hall on Mission street, goes to the tombs for three months.
June 30—After the "Major" had comfortably seated his class, the exercises commenced by calling to account:
Senor Sixto, for trying to open a room in a lodging house, by removing the screws from the lock. He and his companion had been forbid the premises; his plea that he wanted to see a friend, didn’t remember his name, wouldn’t go down; but he did, to be sentenced to-morrow, when he no doubt will have the screws put to him.
Mr. Gradan only gets rummy when he comes to town. He can’t stand much liquor; one glass quite overcomes him, but he can’t leave that glass alone, and then he generally takes more to keep it company; he really won’t do so again. He will not for two days, at least, for he will be kept out of harm’s way.
John Nickerson, with his good natured phiz peering out of a cloud of happy looking whiskers, begged in a most piteous to be let off this time. "I beg of you! I beg of you! this is the first time I was ever here; I was tight, to be sure, but I beg of you to let me go." His honor had to smile, and release John from the tight place he was in.
The next case was lady Assing. Assing is from the Celestial
Empire, and dwelling on Dupon street, where like too many of her fair
countrywomen she thinks if angry she can use all the vile epithets she
has learned of the English language in the open street; but she has
found herself mistaken; her royal highness was sent below to learn better
manners for ten days.
Alexander Furman, a negro, was charged with grand larceny
by a very intelligent colored woman; he was in her house on the day
of the robbery, and she left him there alone for some time. A small
black girl in her evidence stated that she saw the prisoner come out
of the house and take three slugs out of a purse and then throw the
purse under the corner of the house; she picked it up and next day showed
it to the woman that had been robbed, who upon looking for her cash
first discovered she had lost it. She suspected the prisoner, and found
in his house when she went there a dress pattern and a visette upon
the bed, that had been filched from her. When she accused him, he and
his Senorita gave her some rough treatment. Don Alexander was sent before
the Sessions and his Senorita was discharged.
Wm. Bloomfield, the big bully who so badly treated the
dwarf of a Chinaman, was sentenced for thirty days. He begged to be
sent to sea — he may be yet; it would do the State some service, and
he knows it.
John Shoemaker. Little Johnny was brought in delirious;
"the man with the poker" had been after him; he will have a guard
to try and keep him off for ten days.
Wm. Thompson, a fine clean looking gentleman, was charged
with the robbery of several persons at the Temperance House, Pacific
wharf; he acknowledged the act to them, and was sent up to the Court
of Sessions.
Wm. Jordan had slashed and cut away at his neighbors fence,
and threatened to demolish his house if it suited his purpose. He will
be sentenced to-morrow.