Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1903-02-14

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Shortly after the adoption of the
code in South Dakota and before local
counsel understood its working, reports
the New York Times, a young lawyer
of New York city went there and be-
gan to practice.
Sharp as a brier and being well
versed in the nicely of code pleading,
he made both bench and bar look like
the proverbial 80 cents. Opposing
counsel didn't mind being beaten so
much as they did having to take his
impudence. They finally pinned their
faith to the we'll known ability of JUS
tice Brewer of the United States SUI
preme court to repress the ardor OF
fresh counsel.
Wait" said they; he'll trim that
monkey"
The justice came on circuit. The
youngster appeared before him and
was even more offensive than he had
been to the local judges. But the
smiles which his brethren in the law
ihad stored up for the occasion were
useless. He escaped unrebuked.
The evening before Justice Brewers
departure an old and influential law
yer invited a few members of the bar
to meet him at dinner. During the
%.course of the repast the host ventured
Ito ask the justice why he had allowed
1.-The young attorney such wide latitude.
Let me tell you n story said his
Honor. "One beautiful, cloudless night
the moon rose in all her effulgent beau
ty and attracted the attention of a cur
dog. The dog barked and barked at
her"
Then came q pause and the justice
continued to eat his dinner.
Finally the host said: We'll, JUS
tice Brewer, what them"
"Oh," said the justice, "the moon
went right on"
The late Thomas B. Reed enjoyed a
joke on no one more han on himself,
yet for the simple reason that it has
not attained publicity in print, it is
doubtful whether he ever told one
which is related by a brilliant Wash
ington society woman who enjoyed his
personal friendship when he was
speaker of the house.
After all, the joke was chiefly on the
lady, which may be the reason why she
and not Mr.. Reed was the narrator.
She is a cat enthusiast. Many and
beautiful are the cats she owns; grave
and revered are their names, chiefly
borrowed from eminent public person
ages, but none was more handsome OF
dignif1ed than the n she had named
Mr.. Reed.
w y IA NdS NlS WV NIL INeGuS dC-
cidentally met in her reception room,
and the more illustrious of them, at
tracted by the beauty of his furry
namesake, stopped to stroke him and
ask: What do you call him?" the
hostess had a bad quarter of a minute
She did not know just how the car
of the house Of representatives would
like the idea that a cat had been named
for him.. SO h stumbled out of q
hastily invented fictitious name, and
the conversation passed to other topics
when suddenly a peremptory voice
sounded on the stairway:
Mr.. Reed!"
Mr.. Reed!" 1t continued. "are YOU
in the parlor? What are you doine
In that parlor2"
Before any explanations could b,
made a uninterrupted head was thrus'
in the doorway and an angry lookine
maid servant cried:
Com out of that parlor, 1 tell you
Mr.. Reed"
1t is not on record that the ca
seemed embarrassed.
She Got a Job.
Ex-Congressman John Alien tells thi!
one about a widow in his district WhC
desired a position in the agricultural de,
partment:
There was no vacancy at that time
selu ne, ana L was consequently com
PEELED to advise my constituent that
could do nothing for her until later
But she persisted in her efforts to oh.
tain a position, n for two week!
thereafter met me at every turn. On
morning I had just finished breakfas'
when / was told by the servant that
che was awaiting me in the reception
hall. So / assumed as pleasant a de,
meanor as possible, and, entering the
room, said in a sympathetic voice:
We'll, my good woman, what news?
Good news she said; good news
Mr.. Allen
well I said, I'm glad to hear that
And what is the good news?
oh h said. Good news, Mr.. AL
len, good news; a woman in the agri
cultural denartment died N~esterdnNt,