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Defendant's attorney demands

and commit him to jail twelve hours

a jury, saying: “If this is a de facto court, we want a de facto jury." The Court remarks :

for contempt of court.” “I am not going, sir." The sheriff: “Give me a commitment

“Mr. Cary, we have had several trials, and if you demand a jury in this case

and I will carry him."

called.

"Yes, sir, and it will be the dearest

it cannot be tried until tomorrow." commitment ever you handled.” "Well, does your Honor presume At this point excitement was running to put your personal convenience above high and feelings tense. The Court, the demands of public justice?" agitated, requests the writer to prepare The Court: “Mr. Sheriff, prepare the the commitment. Having written : “State jury box." of South Carolina, County of Oconee, To obtain a jury in this court eighteen —To B. F. Douthis, Sheriff"—a tug is names written on separate slips of paper felt on the elbow, the force being ap are put in the box. Each party has plied by the defendant's attorney, who six peremptory challenges, and six says :— jurors constitute a jury. The drawing "Bob, come out here, and let me see of the jury begins, the Court inquiring you a moment." as each name is drawn whether there We retire from the presence of the is any objection to Mr. So and So as a juror. Two or three names have thus

been drawn when the defendant's attor ney, rising from his seat and walking up directly in front of the magistrate,

says : “No,

I

don't

challenge

the jury;

I challenge the judge, for he isn’t a citizen of the state of South Carolina, neither was he when he was appointed." The Court: "Mr. Sheriff take Mr. Cary,

Court, when counsel for the prisoner

says :— “Now, Bob, you know me.

Go back

there, and say to the Court, if it is a

court, I am sorry I have fallen into its contempt, if it be possible for me to fall into its contempt!” We return and due apology is made. The contempt is purged, and the only ﬁne imposed is one of ten dollars,

which is paid by the baboon.

The Wrangle By HARRY R. BLYTHE

A question rent the empire twain And sundered every legal school, The issue was, Do monarchs reign,

Or do they (curse them) merely rule? The white-haired judges were arrayed In two opposing angry ranks,

The hungry lawyers stood dismayed, The crafty cranks fought with the cranks.