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Press, Volume LXI, Issue 18310, 18 February 1925, Page 11

"I'm superstitious, like your Worship," said an aged woman in an Irish brogue in the Magistrate's Court yesterday, when endeavouring to explain away a charge of drunkenness, "and I pick up bits.of wood and coal and.pins and horseshoes. Yesterday I was stooping over my bike to pick up a bit of coal when up came a policeman and attacked me like a tiger. My bike fell on top of me and he said I was drunk, but I wasn't—he was. He started to fight me, but I gave him soma back—my word, Pdid.\ -..".- And -so her lamentation continued for about five minutes, when Mr.Wyvern Wilson, S.M., checked her eloquence by saying that he believed she was drunk. "She hasn't been before the .Court, since 1920, your Worship," said Sub-Inspector A. Cameron, "and I hope she has another lapse; I hope it lasts for ten years—she nearly talked us blind at the poliee station last night." "You are convicted and fined'ss,'in default 24 hours' im;prisemment," said the Magistrate". "Oh. thank yon* but."