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The Editor's Bag to take in the surroundings. A few moments later the bearer of my card returned and said that the Chief Justice would see me "behind the curtain." I had not expected this. I had only sent up my card to notify the presiding justice that I had called. I aslned the man who brought back the invitation if it would be a contempt of court if I failed to obey. He put on a grin as he said, “Chief Justice is the speaker of the highest tribunal, and you had better mind." I was shown behind the curtain that is suspended back of the bench. There I saw the Chief justice in his robe. I assured him of my appreciation of the honor, and apolo gized for what I had done. Of course the audience was brief, and as I was leaving he said, "Do you remember the day you were in my ofiice in Chicago when I received the message about my nomination?" Trivial incident? Maybe. But do not these trivial incidents in the working of a great mentality reveal those characteristics which draw ordinary mortals closer to the seat of Genius? I am constrained to tell how, one winter's night, I stood in the library of the great hearted man in Washington, the bearer of the news of an unpleasant episode that had shadowed his home. I only recall the incident, because it revealed a resignation that was sublime. His face as I saw it that night— the last time I ever saw it——is the one I shall always remember. FRANK H. BROOKS.
he told me to examine. Toward the close of the afternoon I took the papers to Swett and laid them on his desk. "‘I never did such work,‘ I said, ‘and never again shall I try it. With me, abstracts of title are simply impossible. However, I can get ready to try a lawsuit between here and the courthouse.’ "‘If you can try lawsuits,‘ Swett replied, ‘go to court at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. Here are the documents.‘ "The trial lasted for ten days, and I won it. I was immediately admitted to the partner ship, and so my troubles in Chicago. some what drearily begun. were soon ended."
Hon. James T. Mitchell, Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of Pennsylvania, has com piled a collection of newspaper caricatures of Presidents of the United States. In it every newspaper and magazine in America that prints pictures, and every political party, are represented. It is thought to be unique in the world. Judge Mitchell has arranged the collection with his own hands, for mental
relaxation, notwithstanding the fact that it contains 70,000 pictures.
HOW JUDGE GROSSCUP GOT HIS START HE manner in which Judge Peter S. Grosscup, as a young man, got a foot hold in the practice of law in Chicago is thus recounted by James B. Morrow in a news paper interview :— "After running again for Congress," said Judge Grosscup, referring to an Ohio experi ence in which he was unsuccessful, "I moved
to Chicago. I had practised six years in a rural community and was a pretty good rough-and-tumble lawyer. John Sherman gave me a letter to Leonard Swett, once the partner and friend of Abraham Lincoln. He had cleared nineteen men charged with mur der, and had a large business of a civil char acter. I was put on trial in his office, being given a cumbersome abstract of title, which
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