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 THE LIGHTER SIDE Religious Persecution. — A man addicte i to walking in his sleep went to bed all right one night, but when he awoke he found him self on the street in the grasp of a policeman. "Hold on " he cried, " you mustn't arrest me. I'm a somnambulist " To which the policeman replied, " I don't care what your religion is — yer can't walk the streets in yer nightshirt." — New England Craftsman. Address. — Joseph Chamberlain was the guest of honor at a dinner in an important city. The mayor presided, and, when coffee was being served, the mayor leaned over and touched Mr. Chamberlain, saying, " Shall we let the people enjoy themselves 'a little longer, or had we better have your speech now?" — Christian Register. Quite Feasible. — A farmer, though severely cross-examined on the matter, remained very positive as to the identity of some ducks which he alleged had been stolen from him.' "How can you be so certain?" asked the counsel for the prisoner. "I have some ducks of the same kind." "Very likely," was the cool answer of the farmer; " those are not the only ducks I've had stolen." A Pleading Song. The Legal Bird on musty leaves doth sit And sing his old refrain: " To wit, to wit." — November Lippincott's. Nothing More to Say. — They were crossexamining, jn a Chicago court recently, a bookmaker who had been caught in the toils for playing some other game than his own. The third sub-assistant district attorney was intent upon a conviction, however, and was doing his best, none too successfully, to shake the testimony of the defendant. "You're sure of that?" he yelled, as the bookmaker stuck to an assertion that did not suit the case of the state. "Sure, I am certain," came the answer. "You remember that you are under oath?" "I do that." "And you'd swear to this statement of yours?"

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"Swear to it? Why, Mr. Lawyer and judge, your honor, I'd bet a hundred on it any day." — Spare Moments. In a French Court. — Counsel (addressing, the fudge after he had got liis client, a thief, acquitted in the face of strong evidence): Your honor, I would be obliged if-you would order that this man be not released from custody until to-morrow. Judge: Certainly; but what is your reason? "Well, you see, the road near my home is rather lonely, and as my client knows quite well that I shall have money on me he might possibly lie in wait for me." — Bon Vivant. Negotiable. — Although " there is nothing new under the sun," a man who spends the greater part of his time in examining records occasion ally brings to light some rather unique instru ments. The following is taken from the records of the Register of Deeds, Raleigh, North Carolina: "$75. Raleigh, N. C. Nov. joth 1907. On the i day of Dec. 1908, for value received, with interest from date at six per cent per annum, we, or either of us, promise to pay C. E. Mangum or order seventy-five dollars for i sprrell mare 12 years old and one i horse wagon and harness, and if he gets drunk at any time I am to take mare, wagon and har ness in my possession and sell the same and credit this note for spree. J. E. MANGUM (seal)" Imaginative. — A contributor to the Lon don Law Journal indulges in a bit of unin tentional humor in his account of the numerous attorneys who have abandoned the law for the pleaures of a literary career. After reciting many instances of those who were unsuccessful at the Bar, he cites Barry Cornwall as one who had considerable vogue as a poet in the early part of the last century, was a solicitor and produced the greater part of his poetic work before he passed to the other branch of the profession. He then adds, " He is perhaps the only lawyer whose achievements as a poet have helped him to a legal appointment, for within a few • months of joining the Bar he was appointed a Commissioner in Lunacy, an office which he held for twenty years."