When he put in an appearance he looked at me in astonishment and then asked me what I had been doing.
I told him that I hadn't been doing anything, but that I had tried to do the whole police force, and with very poor success.

I was released on honor that night and the next morning appeared before Alderman Buck, who listened to both sides of the story, and then let me go, thinking by my appearance, doubtless, that I had already been punished enough.

After court had adjourned we all adjourned on my motion to the nearest saloon, where we had several rounds of drink and then--well, then I started in to celebrate a victory that was, after all, a good deal more like a defeat.
While thus engaged I was unfortunate enough to run up against the young lady that I had already determined to make Mrs.Anson, and not being in the best of condition, she naturally enough did not like it, but as Rudyard Kipling says--that is another story.
That experience ended the wild-oats business for me, however, and although the crop that I had sown was, comparatively speaking, a small one, yet it was more than sufficient for all my needs, and I now regret at times that I was foolish enough to sow any at all.
The only other row that I ever had of any consequence took place on a street car one day when I was going out to the ball grounds, a game between the Athletics and Chicagos being scheduled for decision.

The most intense rivalry existed at that time between these two organizations and the feeling among their partisans ran high.

A gentleman on the car--at least he was dressed like a gentleman--asked me what I thought in regard to the relative strength of the two organizations.