“‘Cave-Man’ Permitted To Return To Burrow,” Toronto Star. June 26, 1930. Page 43.
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Strange Footwear of Back-to-Nature Enthusiast Brightens Courtroom
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‘Jimmy the Ground-Hog,’ the North York cave-man, appeared before Magistrate Wm. Keith in county police court to-day, charged with vagrancy. Considering that he has lived as close to nature as his cognomen implies, his appearance was by no means primitive, apart from a two days’ growth of beard and no collar and tie.
He sat in the dock, showing a keen interest in the numerous speeding charges that came up before the bench. He showed an idiosincracy, however, when he stepped out of the dock, to hear the glad tidings from the crown that he was at free will to go back and enjoy his primitive living, he wore a dilapidated boot and a more presentable shoe.
He gave his name as Ryland W. Carrier, when apprehended last night by Constables W. Brimacombe and Barraclough, but was at first adverse to going to the police station, stating that he liked to go about in his primitive way, and ‘if this is a free country what I do is nobody’s business.’
Native of United States
He stated that he was an American, and came from Vermont two years ago. He bought ten acres of land between the sixth and seventh concession of Whitchurch, about two miles north of Aurora, where he dug himself a veritable underground cave and lived there through two long winters.
‘You are allowed to go back to your ‘home’, the crown told Carrier when he appeared on the vagrancy charge, ‘and unless you hear from us you may continue to live there provided you keep within the law.’
‘Have you any money to go ‘home?’ he was asked.
‘I have a dollar, sir,’ he replied.
Carrier stated to the magistrate that he owned 13 rabbits, a number of chickens, and a few pigs, his sole companions in his subterranean retreat.
Henry Berry was the complainant in a reckless driving charge against Mrs. Pearl Richardson, and claiming that the defendant had failed to stop when coming down French St., a through street, on to St. Clair Ave. Mrs. Richardson’s auto was struck by Berry’s car.
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I have a very soft spot in my heart for Tim being just the loudest little shit on the planet. He was so used to being by himself in the house as a kid, what with how often his parents were out of town. After realizing how cranky he'd get if it was quiet for too long, he started filling the space with noise on his own purely to save his own sanity.
Cue Tim at Wayne Manor being so fucking noisy and Bruce is so tempted to tell him to quiet down but feels kind of bad if he does. And truthfully, it's nice in its own way to have this little weirdo bouncing off the fucking walls and chattering and clicking his pen 80 times a minute and just being his vibrant, noisy self.
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