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THE United States bankruptcy law had just gone into effect, and they were waiting for the newly-appointed referee to open the hearing. "What shall we call him?" asked one at torney of his neighbor. "He isn't a judge, you know, and I don't exactly like to ad dress him as 'Your Honor.'" "Well, T don't know," was the reply. "How would 'Your Reference' do?" THE defendant's attorney came hurrying in a few minutes late, and found the court waiting for him. As soon as he got his breath, he said: "Your Honor, on the way from my office just now, a brother attorney asked me
where i was going in such a hurry, and upon my saying that I was going to finish an argument before the chief justice, he said: 'The chief justice is a very patient man.' I took it, then, as a compliment to your Honor, but I am now in doubt as to whether it was that or merely a reflection upon me." MULCAHY was standing on the courthouse steps, and a friend remarked that he looked tired. "That I am," he replied. "I was on a jury and we was eleven to one and was out from three o'clock yesterday afternoon till nine o'clock this morning." "And who," said his friend, "was the pig headed son-of-a-gun that kept eleven gen tlemen out all night that way?" "That was me." HE was fresh from the law school and had been told to have a certain criminal case continued. When the case was c.illed, he arose and said, rather timidly: "Your Honor, I move for a continuance in this case. "I can't hear you, sir, said the judge. "Your Honor, I move for a" he be gan in a much louder tone. "I can't hear you, sir," from the bench cut him short. "Your Honor, I move"—— he started once more, embarrassed, but determined, and in a voice that he felt must reach any judge, however deaf, and which could cer tainly be heard out on the street. At this point, however, he felt a pull at his coat-tail, and heard the voice of some good Samari tan behind him saying in a loud whisper: "Sit down, you darned fool. He means you should go to the district attorney for continuance. Why don't you read the rules?"
