"Chauncey Depew," intoned a clerk in a Brooklyn police court last week. The furtive-eyed perspiring group of profaners of public morals, committers of malicious mischiefs, waiting there for their cases to be called, gaped, nudged one another, bent forward excitedly to hear charges read. Chauncey Depew, it was alleged, had made indecent advances to one Mrs. Louise Kracher, had addressed her in profane language. The malodorous crowd leered knowingly at the culprita bald, skinny little man with glasses.
"Are you any relation to the financier?" asked the magistrate.
"No, your honor, but my...