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The reference hi the first line is to two "Swear to it? Why, Mr. Lawyer and overgrown hearts, printed in brilliant red judge, your honor, I'd give a hundred to one and pierced by an arrow so large that Cupid on- it any day." — Spare Moments. must have had the assistance of Hymen in More Choatiana. — Mr. Choate was a pas discharging it. The poetry, in blue, ' is printed boldly across the bipod-red hearts senger on one of the sound steamers, going and is followed by Justice Werremeyer's to Newport, perhaps. In appearance he has announcement of his business interest in that clean-cut, closely-shaven, man-of-theworld appearance, which appertains to pros courtship. Justice Werremeyer has married more perous lawyers and men successful, perhaps, than 300 couples in the past six months>. in other and not so honorable walks of life. Mr. Choate, as is his custom, was carefully and nearly 1000 couples have obtained though not ostentatiously attired, wearing licenses in Clayton since the Justice com as usual a carefully brushed high hat about posed his famous couplet. two seasons behind the current block. Over The Age of Brass. — The National Corpo his arm he carried a light overcoat, and in' ration Reporter in commenting on the two his hand a small mahogany dressing case. As series of antiquarian studies of legal history, he stood on the deck he was approached by a published by Professor Zane in the Illinois person somewhat prognathous as to jaw and Law Review, entitled respectively, " The certainly vociferous as to the raiment that he Golden Age of the Bench and Bar " and wore. "The Bench and Barin the Silver Age of "Where are you going to open, colonel?" the Common Law," suggests that he should inquired the stranger, addressing Mr. Choate. "What do you mean? " returned the great complete a trilogy with a series on the Brazen Age of the profession, " The reader lawyer. "I mean what I say," replied the other, a of that article " it says, " will need no sub head to inform him to what precise period of little disposed to take offense. " Where are human history it refers. Never, we believe, you going to set up the layout, at the port or has the profession been so generally degraded at the pier?" "Whom do you take me to be? " pursued to the lead of a trade, and a far from clean trade, as at the present time." Mr. Choate, himself becoming interested. "I don't know who you be, but I can make A PLEADING SONG a good stiff guess at your game. I'd ca.ll it The Legal Bird on musty leaves doth sit faro for favorite; or maybe it's a sweat cloth And sing his old refrain: " To wit, to wit." for second choice." —Lifpincott's. Mr. Choate'- put his mahogany case on a convenient deck chair and opened it. He Nothing More to Say. — They were cross- displayed a toilet outfit, mug, brush, razors, examining, in a Chicago court recently, a combs, and other necessities of life. The bookmaker who had been caught in the toils man with the checked suit looked at it.w'tn for playing somi' other game than his own. disregard. The third sub-assistant district attorney lofty "I mistook you for a sport," he said, as he was intent upon a conviction, however, and turned away. " If I had known you was was doing his best, none too sucessfully, to a barber, I never would have spoken to youshake the testimony of the defendant. "You're sure of that?" he yelled, as the It's one on me." Legal Fictions. — A Missouri judge, traveling bookmaker stuck to an assertion that did on circuit, once had before him, in a srna" not suit the case of the state. country town, a case in which a tavern-keeper "Sure, I am certain," came the answer. "You remember that you are under oath?" was held for the payment on a land tran530' tion of a large amount of money which n< "I do that." "And you'd swear to this statement of had not agreed definitely to pay. The Court declared that, although his agreement was "0 yours? "
