THE JUDGE AND THE BAGMAN.

Globe, Volume II, Issue 124, 23 October 1874, Page 3

THE JUDGE AND THE BAGMAN.

The Maryborough Advertiser relates the following : —“ There is a room in the .Shamrock Hotel, Sandhurst—a very comfortable room—set apart for the use of commercial travellers, and in which they dine very pleasantly together. A certain County Court judge found out this room, and found it so agreeable that on a recent visit to Sandhurst he took up his quarters there, greatly to the annoyance of the commercials, whose joviality was seriously disturbed and damped by the presence of the severe and austere man. Delicate hints were given to his judgeship to ‘ clear out:’ but his honour was qrrite impervious, and took no more notice of the tender suggestions that he should evacuate the premises than he would of the assrevations of innocence made by a guilty prisoner. The commercials were nonplussed for a time, but a few days since, just before dinner, and just before the judge was expected on the scene, the question of his exclusion by some civil means or other was argued and debated. ‘Oh, leave him to me,’ said one, ‘l’ll settle him.’ And accordingly, when soon afterwards his honor entered the diningroom, with a sage guffaw the commercial went up to him behind, struck him an unmerciful clap on the back, and said, ‘ Well, how goes business, old fellow? Many lines today?’ The Judge —‘You are mistaken, sir’ (with great severity). The Commercial. —Mistaken, be d . Don’t I know you very well?’ The Judge (looking daggers and thunderbolts at Commercial). —‘.Sir, you do not know me.’ The Commercial. —‘That be hanged. Didn’t I often meet you selling Canterbury cakes for Swallow and Ariell, of Sandridge? Don’t you remember the day when you upset the cart, and all the biscuits tumbled out ii#the road near Murgheboluc ?’ The Judge, -w Perhaps when you know whom you are addressing you may feel sorry for your impertinence. I’m Judge S .’ The Commercial (eyeing his Honor from head to foot) —‘ Well, I like your adjective cheek ! You Judge S ! Come, old Canterbury cakes ; no more nonsense; sit down to dinner.’ Exit Judge ,S ,in extreme indignation, muttering, ‘ Canterbury cakes I Swallow and Ariell; Good heavens !’”