The Coconino sun., 1921-04-29
THE COCONINO SUN

mt much of anything else to do ex cept tell stories; so once you strike
 pay dirt you usually get a lot of mug gets.
 Henderson Stockton has one about an incident that happened before thu prohibitionists put out the fire. It i. about lawyer who is noted for his long-windedness. On one occasion he had been spouting forth his conclud ing argument for six hours, and tho end was nowhere in sight, when the judge beckoned to his brother and whispered: Cant you stop him Jack?" "I'll stop him in two min. utes,' replied the brother. confidently Then he wrote and passed to the law yer the following note:
 "My dear Colonel, as soon as you finish your magnificent argument would like you to join me out in front and we'll go to my room and open a bottle of some good old stuff l have there"
 The lawyer, halted in the midst of an impassioned period, put on his glasses and read the note; then re- moved his glasses again and took up his hat and bag and said:
 "And now, may t>please the court and gentlemen of the jury, leave the case with you" A half-minute later he and the judges brother were walk ing together down the street.
 In a justices court in Georgia, As sistant County Attorney Geo. W. Har- ben says, the following dialogue oc- cured:
 What are you doing?" asked the justice, as the lawyer for the defense began his concluding plea.
 Going to present our side of the case" answered the lawyer
 q don't want to hear both sides argued" replied the justice. "It has a tendency to confuse the court"
 Frank Harrison spins one about a case in which the attorneys for the prosecution and defense had been all lowed fifteen minutes each to argue the case. The attorney for the de- fense began his argument with an al- fusion to the old swimming hole of his boyhood days. He told in fiowery ora tory of the balmy air. the singing birds, the joy of youth, the delights of the cool water
 And in the midst of it he was inter- rupted by the drawling voice of the judge.
 Come out, Chauncey," he said, land put on your clothes. Your fifteen min utes is up."
 County Attorney Frank M. Gold tells the following story of happen ing in the court in Council Grove, Kans.:
 The attorney for the defense was up against it, and turned on the tears and let them flow unrestrained while depicting the woes of his client.
 It was great and fearful speech. In the middle of it the prosecuting at- tolney began taking off his shoes. He did take one of them off, depositing it carefully on the table beside the lawyer making the argument, and had started unfastening the other shoe, when the lawyer for the defense stop ped, glared at him, and demanded:
 What are you doing that for?"
 By gum!" replied the other "I'm getting ready to wade out. It's al- ready right sloppy around here and I'm afraid you're not half through"
 Judge Jones asked reporter at the court house last week if he had taken down all the testimony in the Babbitt- Amundson case for his newspaper. The reporter said he had been in the courtroom only a minute and had made note of seventeen objections.
 "Only seventeen in a minute?" ask ed the judge. That particular min ute must have set the lowest record for the week."
 Judge Jones says that though a knowledge of Latin is essential to cultured lawyer, it is not necessary that he should make a parade of his classical knowledge, for he may be taken down peg, as was the young lawyer who displayed his learning be- fore an Arkansas jury. His opponent replied:
 Gentlemen of the jury, the young lawyer who just addressed you has roamed with Romulus, canted with Cantharides, ripped with Euripides, socked with Socrates, but what does he know about the laws of Arkan- sas?"
 C. B. Wilson recalls one about 1ardened-looking ruffian who was be- ng tried for stealing, whose lawyer was making the most of a poor case and with voice husky with real or emotion, said to the jury:
 Gentleman, my client is very poor man. He was driven by hunger and want to take that small sum of money. All that he wanted was suf- icient money to buy food for his little ,nes. Evidence of this lies in the fact hat he did not take pocketbook con- aiming $250 in money that was lying ,n the bureau in the same room."
 The counsel paused for moment to ct this sink in and make his appeal nore dramatic, but the silence that 'nsued was broken by the sobs of the prisoner.
 "Why do you weep?" asked the