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Show Song of the Barristers(continued from page 130)V.X."Infamy! he slandereth me," Says Huff'ker, "I'll deny;" "Hold on Foraker," says the judge, "A demurrer does not lie."VI.Burgess and Cummings cometh here, To see which one should pay;For that black horse that Burgess stole, And Cummings rode away.VII.The lenning case zvas called for next;Was called, but all in vain; He sent the zvord, we oft have heard,"I'm married; good-bye fame."VIJI."Your plea is bad," remarked the judge, Then Sevy straight and tall,"I'm like your Honor, sir," he said, "I do not knozi' it all."IX.Stepped Pomeroy up to the bar, "Your Honor please," said he,"My plea you cannot find it bad, " Tzvas not prepared by me."111 fear thee, Nettleton, my boy, I fear thy case is weak. I'll grant thee still a little time, Authorities to seek."XLOnce more the bailiff's voice rang out. "Hear ye, Hear ye, Hear ye, This honored court is now adjournedUntil the next Wednesday."XII."My, information points to Pratt,"Said Hutton, full of fear, Says judge, "Mere pointing is no groundThat I your case should hear."XIII.Says C. G. Y., the married man,"There is no equity, Will take away the old homestead,From children, wife and me."XIX."Your note I hold, 'tis long past due,My cash I'll have Watty." "But Jensen, he, bad fruits to me,Did have sell," pleads Watnabe.(132 ) |