A prisoner was brought before the bar in the criminal court, but was not
represented by a lawyer.
"Where is your lawyer?" asked the judge who presided.
"I have none, sir," replied the prisoner.
"Why not?" queried the judge.
"Because I have no money to pay one."
"Do you want a lawyer?" asked the judge.
"Yes, sir."
"Well, there are Mr. Thomas W. Wilson, Mr. Henry Eddy, and Mr. George
Rogers," said the judge, pointing to several young attorneys who were
sitting in the room, waiting for something to turn up, "and Mr. Allen is
out in the hall."
The prisoner looked at the attorneys, and, after a critical survey, he
turned to the judge and said:
"If I can take my choice, sir, I guess I'll take Mr. Allen."--_A.S.
Hitchcock_.
"What is that little boy crying about?" asked the benevolent old lady of
the ragged boy.
"Dat other kid swiped his candy," was the response.
"But how is it that you have the candy now?"
"Sure I got de candy now. I'm de little kid's lawyer."
A man walking along the street of a village stepped into a hole in the
sidewalk and broke his leg. He engaged a famous lawyer, brought suit
against the village for one thousand dollars and won the case. The city
appealed to the Supreme Court, but again the great lawyer won.
After the claim was settled the lawyer sent for his client and handed
him one dollar.
"What's this?" asked the man.
"That's your damages, after taking out my fee, the cost of appeal and
other expenses," replied the counsel.
The man looked at the dollar, turned it over and carefully scanned the
other side. Then looked up at the lawyer and said: "What's the matter
with this dollar? Is it counterfeit?"
Deceive not thy Physician, Confessor nor Lawyer.
A Sergeant of the Lawe, war and wys
Ther was also, ful riche of excellence.
Discreet he was, and of greet reverence:
He seemed swich, his wordes weren so wyse.
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No-wher so bisy a man as he ther nas,
And yet he seemed bisier than he was.
--_Chaucer_.