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JUDGE (after heated discussion).—"What do you suppose I'm on the bench for?" Counsel—>"Ah, your Honor, you have the advantage of me there." A CASE was being tried in which Skipper Florence of Marblehead was a witness. He listened carefully to the evidence, and when he was wanted on the witness stand and his name was called, the skipper sat immovable. Again and yet again was "Mr. Florence" called, and yet no response. Judge Story, who was from Marblehead, arose and addressed the court: "Your Honor, Mr. Florence is present, and with your permission I think I can make him understand." The permission was accorded and Judge Story called out: "Skipper Flurry." In a moment Florence was on his feet, with his ''Aye, aye, sir." Actually it was so long since he had heard his own name that he did not recognize it. JUSTICE F. E. DUNCAN of Des Moines, Iowa, gained some experience and incident ally lost one dollar to a prominent crimi nal lawyer recently. The lawyer dropped into the justice court one day. "Are you ready to take up the Ada Hazlewood case?" asked the Court. "Didn't know it was set for today," re

plied the attorney. "Thought it was down for tomorrow." ''No, it was set for today, and the witnesses are here." "Well, let's put it off until tomorrow; we are not ready/' pleaded the lawyer. "Can't do' that," ruled the Court. "We'll take the State's testimony today, and you can put your witnesses on tomorrow." "But I don't want to do that." "Well, you'll have to do it." "Bet you a dollar you don't take the State's testimony," said the lawyer. "Guess we will if I say so." "Is the bet still good?" "Yes; I'll take it." And the money was put up. "The witnesses for the State in the case against Ada Hazlewood will rise and be sworn," ordered the Court. "No, you don't," retorted the lawyer. "We waive examination and will go to the grand jury. Give me the two dollars." And the Court turned over the monev. IN reconstruction days, just after the close of the Civil War, what is now the Fourteenth Judicial Circuit in Tennessee was preside3 over by a judge—honest and conscientious, but of small mental calibre,—before whom a nurse girl was on trial, charged with the wil ful and malicious murder of the baby whom she was expected to care for and protect. The evidence seemed conclusive. The nurse was ably represented, as was the State, whose attorney made a ringing, logical speech, ask ing of the jury a verdict of murder in the first degree, which in the old Volunteer State means the beginning of eternity from the end of a rope. After the arguments of the attorneys, the learned (?) judge arose and de