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A quartette of F.B's - John Kennedy, William White, Squire Brooks and Charles Hare, were called out of the box, emptying it of all save one, and stood arraigned upon the charge of gambling in Rocketts, on Tuesday afternoon.

"Two were black, and one was blacker,
and one the hue was chawed tobacco."

There was some delay in getting at the case, because of J.C. Allen, the policeman, who made the arrest.

Mayor - J.C. Allen is no name; what does it stand for?

A policeman said it was James.
Mayor - Well, James C. Allen is a name. Whenever a name is put on the watch house docket, put down the whole, not the half of it, so I can issue an attachment upon it.

Then James C. Allen came in with a hurried step, and the case proceeded. 

The negroes said they were playing for nothing, and hadn't a cent between them.

Mayor - That's no matter; you were playing an unlawful game, and whether your stakes were a million pounds sterling or one mill, the penalty is all the same in the eye of the law. Do all of you understand that? The F.B.'s bowed.

A fine of twenty dollars was imposed. Each nigger raked the depths of his every pocket, looked back into the lobby, then at the Mayor, and indicated by a simultaneous shake of the head "dat da couldn't pay dat much."

The F.B. quartette was set back, and went reluctantly.
Thereupon the G.A. made a note on it.

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