The Editor's Bag uI said it about twenty-five times, I think." "You were not posing for a moving picture show?" "They were to be hung in the Hall of Fame," sarcastically. "Done in oil P" Here the Court took a hand to relieve the witness of further torture. "It is admitted," be dictated to the oflicial stenographer, “that in all the photographs introduced by the defendant the man shown therein is Mr. Barney Malone, who is claim attorney for the Cataract Oil and Gas Com pany. Is that suficient Mr. Barker?" "If your Honor will be good enough to add that in each picture Mr. Barney Malone has his hands on his hips, and is grin—I mean smiling, it will be entirely satisfactory to us," replied Mr. Barker, good-naturedly. While the jury was out a message was sent to the court, asking if it would be legal to
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award damages in double the amount of the claim. ASTUTE BUT TRUTHFUL NE of our friends kindly sends us this anecdote from Kansas City, Kas:— A lawyer down in Cherokee county, Kansas, of Irish extraction, got off a pretty good thing unwittingly before a jury. A man who had lost one arm in a thrashing machine was being tried on a little mis demeanor. l-lis attorney, in order to manu facture sentiment, thought he would play him for an old soldier. When he got before the jury, he said among other things, "And would ye convict, on such a charge, this old soldier who carries his right arm in an empty sleeve?" This immediately amused everybody, and the more they thought of it the funnier it sounded.
USELESS BUT ENTERTAINING The case concerned a will, and an Irishman was a witness. "Was the deceased," asked
the lawyer, the habit of talking to himself when alone?" "I don't know," was the reply. "Come, come, you don't know, and yet you pretend that you were intimately ac quainted with him?" "The fact is," said Pat dryly, "I never happened to be with him when he was alone." -—-Pittsburg Observer. An East Side resident was taken before the magistrate in one of the police courts charged with a trivial offence. “Tell him he must not do it again. He is discharged," the magistrate said to the policeman on the bridge. “The judge says you dassent do it. Un derstand?" almost shouted the policeman to the prisoner. "Hold on, officer. I didn't dare him to break the law again. I said ‘must not.’" "That's all right, your honor. He under stands what I said better'n he would what you said," explained the policeman. —New York Sun.
Mark Twain was waiting for a street car in Boston when a young girl approached him, smiling. She was a lovely girl, fresh, bloom ing, ingenuous, bubbling with enthusiasm, and evidently on her way home from school. "Pardon me," she said. "I know it's very unconventional, but I may never have another
chance. Would you mind giving me your autograph?" "Glad to do it, my dear child," said Mr. Clemens, drawing out his fountain pen. "Oh, it's so good of you," gurgled the girl. “You know, I've never seen you but once,
Chief Justice Fuller, and that was at a dis tance; but I've seen your portrait so often that I recognized you the moment I saw you here." "Um-m-rnm!" said Mr. Clemens, non committally. Then he took from her eager hands her nice little autograph album and wrote in bold script these words: It is delicious to be full,
But it is heavenly to be Fuller. I am cordially yours,
MELVILLE W. FULLER. — Harper's Weekly.
Tlu Editor will be glad to receive/or flu‘: department anything like!) to entertain the rradn‘: of tin Gran Bag in tin way of legal antiquitin, fautilz, and anerdoiu.
