#profane language

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“Rival Hebrews Air Grievances,” Cobalt Daily Nugget. June 6, 1911. Page 03. ----- A case came up before Magistrate Atkinson yesterday at the town court, having for its principals two rival Jewish store keepers who had both made complaints that vulgar and profane language had been used by the other.

Mr. Obrownswich had first made the complaint against Erren Manhuk, and all she said was that Erran had repeatedly used ‘bad’ language every time she made an appearance. This was corroborated by her husband who had heard the language. The husband took the stand and was cross-examined by Mayor White.

‘Did you hear him use profane language?’

‘All the time he used bad words.’

‘We are not taking about all the time, but did you hear Mias. last Tuesday?’

‘Sure.’

‘What, time, Mr. Mias, did this take place?’

‘All the time he say bad things. He never quit saying.’

It was next to impossible to get a correct and straight answer from Mr. Obrownswich.

‘What bad words did he use?’

‘Very bad words, I am ashamed to say.’

‘We want to know just what the words were.’

‘Well, just bad once.’

Much time was lost in getting the exact ones, and witness was dismissed from the stand and replaced by the accused.

‘Mir. Mias, you heard what Mr. Obrownswich said. Is it true?’

‘No, I never say such tings. My wife says so the truth, the man is jealous of my business. I get the trade.’

The Judge cut this short.

‘Then this man has just been telling a string of lies?’

“In the Police Court,” Sudbury Star. May 17, 1919. Page 09. --- Thursday was field day in police court, with Garson Mine, Coniston, Naughton and Wahnapitae all represented, while Sudbury held up its end with the usual quote of O.T.A. offenders. The unusual sight of ten full-blooded Indians from the Naughton reserve was witnessed. All were witnesses for the Crown in a theft charge against the Racicot brothers, of Wahnapitae, well known trappers. An afternoon session of the court was necessary.

Garson Mine’s Troubles Village Constable of Stiles, of Garson Mine, didn’t have much chance in his case against Armand Fournier, charged with using profane language on a public street, in the presence of ladies, while a dance was in progress at the pool room the other night. Notwithstanding that seven or eight witnesses testified and were said to have been present when the offence occurred, none could say they heard Fournier’s blasphemy. ‘It looks like a case where the local public has banded together against the local authorities,’ said Crown Attorney McKessock as the magistrate dismissed the case. Two of Fournier’s witnesses were ladies, said to have been present when the curse words were spoken. Neither heard any cursing.

Crown Attorney McKessock sought to show that Fournier had a reputation as a blasphemer. ‘You are known in Garson Mine as having a bad tongue?’ Fournier was asked. He replied that he would probably be the last to hear a report of that nature about himself. He said he never cursed at parties or dances and denied using any profane language on the night in question. Asked if he could remember a single hour in which he had not uttered a curse word, Fournier said he could. ‘It must have been while you were asleep,’ retorted the Crown Attorney. In answer to further questions Fournier said he was a military policeman in Quebec City for eleven months and had joined the army after conscription had come into force.

Tom Jones, the fiddler for the square dances, spent his intermissions outside the dance hall, but heard no foul language. Neither did Hector Hascon.

Evidence in the case pointed to bad feeling between the policeman and the defendant and the Garson Mine contingent present evinced considerable interest and amusement.

Go Easy, Says Chief Constable. When Officer Boucher, of Coniston, was asked whe he had not searched Albert Gentili’s place for liquor long since, in view of the many complaints received, he replied that he was under orders from former Chief Constable Donovan to ‘go easy’ on the place. It is just six weeks ago that Gentili paid a fine for selling liquor and the other night when the Chief of Police Marshall searched his place he found three bottles of liquor.

Paul Frescetta, a boarder, in whose room the liquor was found, claimed it belonged to him, so Paul was given the privilege of paying the fine and a jail term thus spared Gentili.

Mrs. Egan Acquited. A charge of selling liquor against Mrs. Egan failed in Thursday afternoon’s police court when Crown witnesses testified that they were unable to state positively whether or not the refreshment with which they were served was intoxicating. The charge arose out of the death of the late Hugh McDonald, shortly after leaving the Egan home, and whose death was attributed by physicians to alcoholic poisoning. A week ago Mrs. Egan’s daughter, Ethel, was fine $2000 and each on two charges of selling liquor, one of which offence was committed on the day of McDonald’s death.

The streets were not very crowded, so Arboc used this opportunity to train the team mates. He lead a race, and literally hoofed it with the crowd of superhumans sprinting behind him. The first to pass him was Black Widow, and the second... was Rose. Arboc’s eyes bugged out of his skull... Of all superhumans to pass him... ROSE was the SECOND!

The scientist sprinted past the team, but has yet to catch up with Black Widow... and she doesn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. Rose’s eyes and veins glowed green as she smiled a wide, toothy grin. she hulked out, her speed increased dramatically, as she zipped past Black Widow. Rose stopped and reverted back to her usual form, and continued the run.

At the end of the race, Arboc approached Rose in a surprised manner. “What was that!? I think you literally went “Beast Mode” in that race...” he remarked, Rose staring at him, rather nervous.

“I-I-I-I wasn’t... uh... thi-THINKING...” Rose stuttered, backing away slowly.

“That was rather impressive... that’s what the race was for.” Arboc smirked. “Listen, it was intended for the team mates to use their powers to get ahead, and you of all people graced it! How fast was that, 28 miles per hour before you hulked?” he asked, Rose’s eyes rolled up in thought.

“Ma-Maybe...” Rose shrugged, to reiterate, she really wasn’t thinking... everything was disociative, she was just doing it. Arboc continued to “pester” her about the race, praising her and all of that boring stuff.

“If I had a theory... it was your accident in the past...” Arboc mentioned, Rose almost broke into tears and shook her head.

“Just... no...” she whined.

“No, no, no... hear me out...” Arboc pleaded, “I’m just saying, that experiment was to find a way to create superhumans by enhancing their capabilities... you found the formula... it was unknowing that you added something extra to...” He stopped, Rose was bawling her eyes out.

“I’ll crush you for this!” Her voice deepened as her eyes turned green. She yelled other nasty things at him in between sobs. “You made us cry, you ass hat!” ‘SHE’ snapped at Arboc, becoming aggressive to him.

“Shit... forgot about the D.I.D. situation!” He gulped. ‘SHE’ turned back around and fled into her and Rose’s usual cafe`.

The CSC glared angrily at him in unison... all of them. Invincigirl went after her in the cafe`, the stare-down continued in her absense.

Invincigirl spotted the scientist with her head down and a large coffee by her side... she didn’t look too good.

“Hey, are you okay?” Invincigirl asked, ‘SHE’ glanced up with a tear-filled glare. Noticing her eyes green, Invincigirl was quick to recognize ‘HER’. “I understand that Arboc upset you. The team is disgusted with him right now...” When Invincigirl spoke of Arboc, ‘SHE’ immediately put her head back down.

“Don’t speak of him.” ‘SHE’ barked, Invincigirl nodded with an understanding.

“Okay, I won’t mention him, but I will mention what he did, and I think what he did was absolutely disgusting. He should’ve remembered that “it” triggers you, and should have avoided the topic. I will have a punishment set for him, and I will not care if he is my husband... a due must be paid, and must be paid in full.”

Invincigirl’s meaningful words touched ‘HER’, and ‘SHE’ raised her head. “Out of all the people here I can tolerate, I have the highest respects for you right now.” ‘SHE’ admitted, before she sipped the coffee by her side. She closed her eyes and sighed, and spoke no more.

“I’ll take “him” back to base... I, and Teardrop, have a sentence to make. Would you like to request some personal time, until you are ready?” Invincigirl asked, she made the effort not to touch ‘HER’ at the moment.

“Honestly, I would prefer some company... I’m sure Rose would appreciate some friends around her.” ‘SHE’ requested, again falling to silence. Invincigirl nodded. She stood up.

“Before I leave, I would like to treat you and Rose, what is your favorite donut?” Invincigirl asked before ordering a Honey Cruller for Rose.

“I already had one, and it’s a Vanilla Dip.” replied the scientist.

“One more thing, does it matter who you summon?” Invincigirl asked, at the same time she acknowledged her filled appetite.

“Anyone. They’re Rose’s friends, I just deal with them until I can’t take it.” ‘SHE’ replied. She fell quiet this last time, and opened her eyes. The scientists eyes, now brown, glanced to where Invincigirl was.

“O-Oh... I-I didn’t... hear you come in.” Rose remarked. Invincigirl smiled, the order came and Invincigirl went back to the table. The Melkshekian gave the Cruller to Rose, and focused on her with sympathetic eyes.

“I was talking to ‘HER’, and we discussed what will happen. I’ll repeat what I told ‘HER’, so you know. I understand what...” she hesitated on saying Arboc, in fear of summoning “The Other Girl” again... but she risked it... “I understand what Arboc did, and it was very unjust of him to say such things. I am angry at him, too... his carelessness of what he made a topic... he should’ve known that what he spoke about would trigger ‘HER’ and you. It was very insensitive of him and I, with Teardrop, will give him a sentence, if you could join us in the court.” Invincigirl offered. Rose sighed, but nodded.

“Also, ‘SHE’ requested that some of your friends come visit you, is that alright?” she asked. Rose fell silent, almost choked on her words. Suppressing the lump in her throat, she nodded. Invincigirl got up and wrapped her in a gentle hug before leaving.

Hours later, everyone was gathered around a set-up of three podiums, but the shorter one was missing a member. Oh wait... they were taking Arboc to trial.

“Arboc, I am disgusted that you would disregard a trigger. Triggers must always be acknowledged, even if they don’t seem a big deal to you... because it would mean bigger to them.” Invincigirl started the session with a stern finger at Arboc. All Teardrop did was sigh and shake her head. Now Teardrop wants in on the roast...

“Arboc, I don’t care if your life sucked... we get it, your dad was killed when you were ten years old, your girlfriend died from cancer three years ago, you were injured during basic trainng in the military, you witnessed the deaths of other superheroes. WE GET IT! Hey, I’m talking about your past... does it hurt? Does it offend you, to speak of your history publicly like a casual chat at a barber shop?” Teardrop glared, Arboc’s face red with anger. “Oh, I hit a little close to home. But it’s no big deal, everyone watches people die without batting an eye... it’s no big deal!” She continued, invincigirl patting Teardrop’s shoulder to calm her down. The touch worked, and the Gigaterranian took a hefty sigh. “The point is, you obviously didn’t like it when I spoke plainly about your history, and it obviously ticked a nerve. Rose...” Teardrop thought, “.. and ‘HER’ have their own story... and you had no right to talk of it.” Teardrop summed.

“Like Teardrop and I both were talking about, You recalled something in Rose’s past, and it obviously ticked both ‘HER’ and her nerves. Arboc, since you don’t get what triggers are: A trigger is an event that causes a person to recall traumatic, horrifying flashbacks. Like a person whom endured abuse would be triggered by boxing shows, it makes sense... A hunting show to trigger someone who had a hunting accident is an even clearer thing to grasp. Hell, if all you had to eat, and drink, was gummy worms and apple juice... FOR FIVE MONTHS, you wouldn’t want to eat them, let alone LOOK at them without vomiting!” When Invincigirl mentioned that nasty “V word”, Arboc cringed. “Oh, yeah, see? I triggered you by saying “Vomit”. I acknowledge you are Etemophobic, but I will not regard that as a trigger anymore.”

“Audience, by unfairly mentioning a trigger, and without consent, What shall the verdict be?” Teardrop asked. The CSC stood up, with the same reply on their mind.

“GUILTY!!”

The unified chants of the team mates didn’t surprise the judges. Invincigirl setps away from her podium and looks down on Arboc. “Since you had no shame in the matter, I will make things worse. With discussion with Teardrop, Rose, and ‘HER’, your punishment shall be this: You are officially suspended from the CSC, any and all of your commands are moot, and you will not partake in any activities. instead, you will slave off on Janitorial work for the next two weeks, plus the last three you will have to stay at home. I’ll even mention this to Aunt Cindra and the rest. At home you will do ALL of the chores, lawn mowing, dishes, laundry, feeding the pets and kids, changing the kids, sweeping the floors, taking out the trash, ALL of the 100 miles! Effective tomorrow. Court adjourned.” invincigirl walked back to her podium. Teardrop tapped her gavel, Invincigirl reiterated the action. The CSC, actually, took the “commands are moot” punishment seriously and immediately, ignoring Arboc completely for the rest of the time.