I knew he always carried a stiff neck, and it would give us time to duck if he tried to wheel around to see who was following him. After walking a couple of blocks, the judge turned sharply into a narrow, small building that had four stools and a bar, where huge milkshakes were sold for 10 cents.
He must have liked his dessert first, because when he got through sucking his shake through a straw, he immediately walked out of the place and turned into a coney island joint a couple of doors down the street. His two coneys came to 15 cents, plus one token, making him able to dine on the town for 25 cents and two-thirds cents.
After patting his face with a couple of napkins, the judge rose from his rather high perch, walked out and turned himself back to the business district of Spokane, with his moral character still as clean as a hound's tooth.
"Judge Nevins" Kik-Backs, p.29