HOW TO GET RID OF A JUGDF.

Thames Star, Volume XIV, Issue 4644, 22 November 1883, Page 2

HOW TO GET RID OF A JUGDF.

The Maryborough (Victoria) 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 annoy* ance of the commercials, whose joviality was seriously disturbed and damped by the presence of the stern and austere man. Delicate hints were given to his judgeship to " clear out," but his honor was quite impervious, and took.no"mow notice of the tender, suggestions that he should vacate the premises than he would of the asseveration of innocence made by the 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 evil means or other was argued and debated. " Oh, leave him to me," said^ one, " I'll settle him." And, accordingly,^ when his honor entered the dining-room, with a stage guffaw, the commercial went up to him behind, struck him an unmerciful slap on the back, and said, "Well, how goes business, old fellow ? Many lines today?" The judge : " You are mistaken, sir " (with great severity.) Xhe commercial: " Mistaken be blowed .'Don't I know you very well?" The judge (looking daggers and thunderbolts at commercial): "Sir,you do not know me.'Wlhe commercial:" That be hanged ! Didn't I see you selling Canter* bury cakes for Swallow and Ariell, of

Sandridge? Don't you remember the day when you upset the cart, and all the biscuits tumbled out on the road near Murgheboloc ? " The judge : "Perhaps when you know who you are addressing, you may feel sorry for your impertinence. I am judge S——.'' The commercial (eyeing his honor from head to foot): " Well, I like your cheek! You judge S ! Come, old Canterbury cakes; no more nonsense, sit down to dinner." Exit Judge S—,in extreme indignation, muttering, •' Canterbury cakes ! Swallow and Ariell! Good heavens !"