"My! My!"

"My! My!" In the U. S. District Court in Trenton, N. J., last week presided Judge George M. Bourquin, 68, who had just come from the arid State of Montana. He was trying a Bloomfield bootlegger.

"How large is Bloomfield?" Judge Bourquin asked a Federal Prohibition agent.

"It's a medium-sized town, Your Honor."

"I really don't know."

"Well, how many saloons would you figure there were in the State? Would there be more than 400 or 500?"

"Well," put in the District Attorney, "in a place like Trenton it has been estimated by the public press that there are 3,000 places."

"What! In Trenton alone? Then-there would be at least 10,000 such places in the State, wouldn't there? And if each saloon sold 20 drinks a day--they couldn't get along on less--that would mean 200,000 violations a day, and in a year that would be 75,000.000 violations."

The District Attorney nodded.

"My, my!" said the court. "It only goes to show the hopelessness of the effort to cope with this business!''

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