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mummy, he made the greatest argu ment of his life. The plea of insanity and the untiring and reckless devotion of his lawyer saved William Hundley. On the retrial of his case, he was ac quitted."
man's pocket. What can your counsel say in your defense?" "Exactly so, your Honor; that is what I am curious to know."
DISPERSING A MOB WHAT'S IN A NAME? WHAT'S in a name? Across the street from the Court House at Hopkinsville, Ky., is this sign :
I. M. BLACK A WHITE LAWYER
On the sprinkling wagon at Waukegan, Illinois, is this: "Will U. Drinkwine." While in Chicago the most corpulent judge is named Judge Petit, and the lawyer who never in his life has used a harsh word is named "C. I. Sass." Recently Ex-Mayor Busse's telephone rang. "One of your coal wagons have broken down and blocked the entire south-side traffic," said an excited voice. "You say it has my name on it? Well then, it will take care of itself." And he banged up the receiver.
THOMAS McKEAN, Chief Justice of Pennsylvania, was a man of gigantic stature and a fiery temper. A mob in Philadelphia defied the efforts of the sheriff to disperse it. He so reported to Justice McKean, then sitting in full court. "Have you read the Riot Act?" "Yes, your Honor. It had no effect." McKean's eye flashed dangerously. "Have you ordered out the military?" "Yes. Shall I fire on them?" "No. I'll disperse them." McKean rose and rushed out of the court in his wig and gown, his face flushed with passion, into the midst of the riotous mob. "I am Thomas McKean, Chief Jus tice, and I command you to disperse." So saying, he seized two of the ring leaders, literally tucked them under his arms, and returned to the court, while the crowd crept home, silent as fright ened sheep. WITHOUT ARGUMENT
CURIOUS TO LEARN IN Georgia they tell of a prisoner who had been convicted a dozen times of stealing, who, when placed at the bar for his latest offense, dis played a singular curiosity. "Your honor," said he, "I should like to have my case postponed for a week. My lawyer is sick." "But," said the magistrate, "you were caught with your hand in this gentle
A WELL-KNOWN lawyer practis ing before the Court of Claims tells of a youthful attorney in Indiana who talked for several hours, to the great weariness of the judge, the jury, and everyone in the court room who was obliged to listen. At last, however, he sat down, and the opposing counsel, a white-haired veteran, rose to reply. "Your honor," said he, "I will follow the example of my young friend who
