The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-10-25
STORIES ABOUT PEOPLE
MOTHER WHO CAUGHT HER LAW
 YER SON LYING.
Hoy Who Suggested to ssFxeep Lid Downr--secretary Morton Ulus- trates Delicate Compliments --StraiHhtencd Tower of
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Wayne MacVeagh, at a banquet Of | lawyers. said of forensic speaking: 'venal barristers to move the court and to attain their ends. will some- times depart little from the truth. To do this is often profitable, il, is nev- CT pardonable. and now and then 1t is disastrous.
 There was a Philadelphia lawyer who had charge of an important case. Postpon ement, in this case, was the tactics that the man had thought best to adopt, and three postponements in three months had already been ob- tained by him. Now the case was up again, and another postponement was most necessary. But how to get 1t was the question.
 For a long. long time the lawyer cast about for n good ground tor ! g postponement. All real grounds had long since been exhausted. and it was necessary for him now to employ a fictitious one. He found a fictitious one finally, and when his case was called he rose with a grave face to lay 1t before the court.
 Your honor, he said T have just heard sad news. A dispatch informs me of the dangerous illness of my ven- erable mother. I left her in vigorous health last week, The thought that SIC HUOulu nOW D0 lyiuB db bH0 H0lnN of death unmans me.
 Here the lawyer drew his handker- chief across his eyes.
 May 1t please the court he said, to grant me 8 postponement in this case? My feelings are so powerfully agitated by the thought of my revered parents danger that--that--'
 Grief overcame the man and he sat down.
 "The jurors, the opposing counsel and the spectators cast glances full of sympathy at the venaI lawyer. Their hearts were touched, and the judge voiced their thoughts when he said: E
 "'Your emotion. sir does credit to your filial feelings. In circumstances such as these the court is only too glad to grant you--
 But at this point an aged and stern woman with white hair arose in the back of the room. She was the law yer's mother, come up to town unex- pectedly in order to hear her ron plead. Now, pointing her finger at the wretched man. she said. in d loud, stern voice:
 ''.Albert, Albert. how often have I chastised you for lyingT August Hermann, the President of the National Baseball Association, is heartily opposed to child labor. Child Iabor,!' he said recently, Ifs an interesting subject to me. I like to talk about 1t to manufacturers and to factory inspectors. l get from these men a good deal of valuable and strik- Ing information.
 "A factory inspector in the South told me once a little episode about child labor that made me laugh. There was aI.1 ir, thfs aniande- haWeVpF foOd fnr sober thought.
 "1rhe man said that he went one day to examine a mill that was notorious for the employment of children under the legal age. Wind of his coming somehow reached the mill ahead of him, and the little fellows were slowed away in various hiding places. Thus, on his inspection, he found a number of idle machines, but no children under age.
 He went prowllng about suspicious ly, for he knew that he was being de- ceIyed. In the stockroom he noticed a big packing case. and going over to it he lifted up the lid. Inside sat little chap of or 9 years.
 The inspector looked down at the boy. The boy looked up at him, and frowned and shook his head.
 What are you doing in there?' said the man.
 Shut your mouth. you fool. and put the lid down, the boy whispered. Don't you know the inspectors abOut?'
 Sir Mortimer Durand, the British Ambassador. got up a cricket team at Lenox in August, and this team was terribly defeated.
 The diplomat, in discussing the de- feat, said:
 q think the fault lay with our bowl CTS. They resemb9ed. I fancy. the cruet that the traveller found in hotel.
 This traveller was a stutterer. He went to hotel, ordered dinner and be- gan to eat. His soup needed pepper, and he took up the cruet and shook is over his plate. The eruet was clog The traveller shook 1t again Still no pepper He called the waiter.
 w waiter he said, this c-eruet is something like me.
 How so, sir?" said the waiter. smil- ing. terer."
 At a dinner to the Archbishop of Can terbury in New York, Bishop chauneey Brewster of Connecticut, decried self praise.
 '.Is there anything tanner he said, than to hear a man praise himself than to hear judge praise a decision he has just made, or a surgeon praise al appendix operation he has perform ed. or clergyman praise sermon he' has preached?
 Let me tell you about a certain self praising clergyman.
 At a dinner similar to this one, he began to talk of his own eloquence. He talked of it a long tirhe- Finally he described q sermon wherewith he had raised enough money to build a mag niflcent new church,
 Tile said that this sermon had thrown