It is true that the State in its irony allows them the option of a fine; but the law might as well ask the youths of the underworld to pay ten pounds as ask them to pay ten shillings; nor can they procure all at once the smaller sum, so to prison hundreds of lads are sent.
Does it ever occur to our esteemed authorities that this is a most dangerous procedure! What good can possibly come either to the State or to the youthful offender?
What are the offences of these boys?
Disorder in the streets, loitering at railway stations, playing a game of chance called "pitch and toss," of which I have something to say in another chapter, gambling with a penny pack of cards, playing tip-cat, kicking a football, made of old newspapers maybe, playing cricket, throwing stones, using a catapult, bathing in a canal, and a hundred similar things are all deemed worthy of imprisonment, if committed by the youngsters of the world below the line.
Thousands of lads have had their first experience of prison for trumpery offences that are natural to the boys of the poor.

But a first experience of prison is to them a pleasant surprise.

They are astonished to find that prison is not "half a bad place." They do not object to going there again, not they! Why?
Because the conditions of prison life are better, as they need to be, than the conditions of their own homes.
The food is better, the lodging is better, the bed is decidedly better, and as to the work, why, they have none worthy of the name to do.

They lose nothing but their liberty, and they can stand that for a week or two, what matters! Well, something does matter, for they lose three other things of great moment to them if they only knew; but they don't know, and our authorities evidently consider these three things of no moment.

What do they lose?
First, their fear of prison; secondly, their little bit of character; thirdly, their work, if they have any.