Nothing' to Live For.
"Your honor," said a prosecuting attorney in a backwoods court, "the prisoner at the bar is charged with killing one of the most exemplary citizens of this county. Thomas Jones, your honor, was in every respect a model man. He was a member of the church; he was never known to bet on horsee, play poker, drink whisky, or use tobacco. He " "Hold ob a minute," said the judge. "You say he never bet on a horee?" "That's what I said, your honor." "Never was known to play a game." "Never, your honor." "And he never drank liquor?""Never drank a drop, your honor." "And he didn't chew tobacco?" "Never took a chew in his life." "Well, then," said the judge, "I don't see what he wanted to live for. There wasn't anything in life for him, and I don't see why he ain't about as well off dead as alive. Release the prisoner, and call the next case."
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Otago Witness, Issue 2809, 15 January 1908, Page 91
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162Nothing' to Live For. Otago Witness, Issue 2809, 15 January 1908, Page 91
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