Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for August 07, 1973
August 06, 1973
August 08, 1973
Transcript:
Judge: Mosely! Get your tail over here! Mosely, did you plant this microphone in the defendant's hotel room? Because if you did, I'm going to have to throw this whole case out of court! Prosecutor: What?! A mike in the defendant's room?! Why I'm shocked to learn of this thing! Truly! Judge: Okay, kid, beat it. Zonker: Thanks, your Honor!
I can empathize, having narrowly escaped a frame by a small town government a few years before this strip ran (my own personal ’Alice’s Restaurant’; the full story takes about twenty minutes to tell properly). “They” found about a quarter ounce of Nebraska-No-High in the glovebox (possession of any quantity was a felony in that time and place); within a week they had, with no knowledge on my part and no further evidence, turned me into a heroin dealer, along with adding several other charges which were not mentioned at my arraignment. On a technicality, all charges other than simple possession were eventually dropped, and I got off with six months probation. I was supposed to report for induction the day I went to court; the judge’s last comment was “Let the Army have him”.