Posts Tagged ‘Justice’

Desperado and Cigar Smoking Girl Slain

May 23, 2012

Clyde Barrow and his gunwoman companion, Bonnie Parker, were shot and killed today by Texas and Louisiana officers who beat them to the trigger pull.

Their crime career ended in a blaze of riot gun fire when, disregarding a command to halt and unable to get their weapons into play, the desperado and his cigar smoking girl were riddled with bullets as they drove their car past ambushed officers at 85 miles an hour.

The car careened into an embankment and was wrecked.

In the wreckage the officers found both bodies riddled with bullets. Bonnie was almost doubled over the machine gun she held in her lap. Barrow’s broken body was twisted behind the steering wheel, a revolver gripped in one hand.

The Lincoln Star (Lincoln, Nebraska) May 23, 1934

Wrong Rules the Land, and Waiting Justice Sleeps

May 21, 2012

Image from Millard Fillmore’s Bathtub


God give us men! A time like this demands
Strong minds, great hearts, true faith, and ready hands;
Men whom the lust of office does not kill;
Men whom the spoils of office can not buy;
Men who possess opinion and a will;
Men who can stand before a demagogue,
And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking;
Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog
In public duty and in private thinking —
For while the rabble, with their thumb-worn creeds,
Their large professions and their little deeds,
Mingle in selfish strife, Lo! FREEDOM weeps,
Wrong rules the land, and waiting JUSTICE sleeps.

Richland County Observer (Richland Center, Wisconsin) Apr 1, 1856

Out West: Justice – Old and New

March 3, 2010

Image from Wiki

Out West.

Firm in our belief in justice in the wild and woolly west,
Though opinions sometimes differ as to what plan serves it best,
Bill Green stole a horse in times past; then some fellows took a rope
And rode off in Bill’s direction at a rather rapid lope.
Later, the recording angel took a pen and, writing, read:
“Bill Green stole a horse this morning.”
Ten p.m. “Bill Green is dead.”

Times have changed. Out here last summer a chap known as “Half-breed Dan”
Was seen leading a black broncho from the barn of William Van.
He was tried by judge and jury — there were lawyers, half a score —
From sixteen to eighteen people took the stand and thusly swore:
“That beyond all doubting, truly, their friend Daniel was insane;
“That his father had an uncle who was ‘Dippy,’ back in Maine.”

Then to make the case more solid, someone took another tack;
Swore his mother’s second cousin was a kleptomaniac.
Then they proved by half a dozen that friend Dan was nowhere nigh,
They’d established in ten minutes a strong, first-class alibi.
Then, that of Dan’s perfect virture no one could have any doubt,
Proved the horse was never stolen; that the beast somehow “got out.”
While the tired recording angel — writing swiftly, with a frown
Tried to give the proper credit for the lies he jotted down,
Sneered some at our so-called justice, “All this trouble and expense
To adjust what once was settled with a rope that cost then cents.”
For the most distressing feature is that this new-fangled plan
Settles absolutely nothing — we still have the same old Dan.

— Minnie C.D. Smith, in the National Magazine.

The Carroll Herald – Sep 10, 1913