Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-11-18
RECALL THEIR IMPRISONMENT
MEMBERS OF THE BRADLEY
JURY HOLD A REUNION.
Indulge in "reminiscences of Their
Experience, Which Was Charac-
terized by Good Fellowship.

Prisoners by night and prisoners by day;
We do what we can to pass time away.
The jury. the jury,
Wen never get caught any more
Sung to the air. The Bowery.
For the first time since they were dis
charged after rendering their verdict.
J which made Mrs. Annie E. Bradley free
woman, at the close of her famous trial
for the killing of former Senator Brown
of Utah. which was in full swing just a
year ago, the members of the jury held
their first annual reunion last night in the
form of a banquet at the Queen cafe. 1t
was strictly party of the jurymen, and
no one else interested in the case was
present except Jesse F. Roberts and j. f.
Hawkins. the deputy marshals, who had
charge Of the jury during the progress
of the trial.
It was originally intended to have the
banquet December 3, a year to the day
from the time when the twelve men were
discharged from their particular duty.
but owing to the fact that one of their
number, Daniel A. Newman, leaves today
for the Isle of Pines, which he intends
to make his future home. it was decided
to have the reunion last night.
Impromptu Remarks.
ISO set pTO8IdAn "dS AOAAOWOo LII AhC
evening. James L. Feeney, the foreman.
called upon each one present for i'm
promptu remarks. There was a great
amount Of good natured chatting and
"guying' among the different jury
men and their two guests. especially
when incidents in the balloting on the
verdict were brought to mind. Two of
those present were especially knocked.
and "again censured" because of their re-
A>e- yl,o Z
was termed the proper time. which pre-
vented the rest of the company from gain
ing their freedom twelve hours before
they were freed.
Jury duty may be all right according
to some people, said one juryman. 1T
up for three weeks with the same old
faces. the same old grub. the same old
! room and the same old everything you
can think of, forget it.
'In spite of the dreariness and mo-
notony of those three weeks said Mr..
Feeney. the foreman. there Is one thing
to be remembered. and that is there never
was a more amiable crowd Of men gath
cred together in a juryroom Not once
in all that time was there a testy. ugly
stead, the enforced association made US
considerate Of each other. and the result
has been that number of very close
friendships have been formed. and friend
ships which will be lasting
Only ten of the twelve members OF the
Bradley jury were present last night.
Alexander Nj. Cole and Smith Adams
being absent ones. Their failure
to be present was due to illness in
the Cole family and an unexpected bust
/ The complete list of the Bradley jury
men. follows: ]. L. Feeney. Alexander M.
Cole, Julius A. Briggs. Daniel A. New
man. J. G. +. Hartley, Julius Viedt.
Whiteside, John j. Sweeney. William H.
Rupertus and William e. Reiss.
Dropped Into Verse.
After the impromptu speechmaking
those present proceeded to sing a song
entitled 1.-The Jury" written by one of the
members during the course Of the trial.
It was explained that this song was the
piece de resistance in the many dreary
hours when the jury was not In the
courtroom. The verses and chorus follow:
Just listen and hear what story we'll tell
a1e fr %en and the It home
And not allowed from the courthouse to roam.
Chorus
The jury the jury
Prisoners by night and prisoners BY day
We do what We can to pass time away.
The jury, the jury,
Wen never get caught any more.
Nov, there's Rupertus. who looks like Tom Reed,
He's jolly good fellow, that we've agreed;
And there's Capt Reiss and his rotten old pipe,
That smells night and day like an egg that Is ripe
Hartley and Sweeney drive dull care away,
They play solitaire all night and all day:
And poor IDr. Newman, worried he seems,
Especially when OF his good wife he dreams.
The Builder from Brookland, Whiteside is his
name,
We can't sleep when he snores. Now. amt that
a shame!
And there is a grocer, by name julius viedt,.
Who can tell when 1t rains by the cOrns on his
feet.
Undertaken Smith Adams could sleep night and
day,
And Sunday School Carver gets no chance to pray
Alexander NJ Cole, he sings soft and sweet,
And poor Julius Priggs don't know what to eat.
Now. there is another who spends all bis time
In writing and kicking and making up rhyme;
His name tx Jim Fceney, we ell know him well,
And he IL not stuck On the big jury cell.
The two clever bailiiffs always about,
Jesse Roberts and Hawkins won't let US out.
We march to the hashhOuse and march back
again -.,
Tn the big jury room, where We always remain.
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