SOME GOOD LAW STORIES.

Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 4, 9 April 1920, Page 13

SOME GOOD LAW STORIES.

Judge Parry has many amusing stoiiess to teil of the various people wTho have been brought before him. Some time ago he was hearing a case in which a poor woman was coneerned, and he anI nounced that the trial would have to be adjourned. 1 "What does that mcan?" asked the woman. "Put off," replied the judge. "Oh, when till?" "Till next Monday." "Oh, I can't come on Monday," exclaimed the woman indignantly. "Monday' s my washing day. But I tell yots wbat : you'd better come and see me, your Honour. That' II be much better than troubling me to come to this ere court."

Lord Morris was conducting a trial in which a gentleman sought damages from a veterinary surgeon for having poisoned a valuable horse. The issue depended upon the question of liow many grains m a certain drug could be safely administeied. The dispensary doctor proved that be had given eight grains to a man, from which it was to be inferred that twelve lor a horse was not excessive. "Docthor, dear," said the Judge, "niver moind yer eight grains in this matter of twelve, be CMise we ali know that some poisons are accumulative in effect, an' ye may go ihe edge of ruin, with impunity. But tell me this : the twelve grains — the twelve, moind ye — wouldn't they kill the divb himself if he swallowed them?" "I don't know, my Lord," said the doctor, pompously drawing himself up ; " I never prescribed for that patient." "Ah, 110, docthor dear, ye niver did, more's the pity. The ould bhoy's alive still !

One of Mr Pett Ridge's stories concerns a London police court. One rnorning the magistrate recognised one of the visitors to the court as an old cluhman,. and invited him to talce a soat on the bench. The newcomer accepted, and whisporcd to the magistrate that this was his fmst visit to a police court, adding, as he look> i ed round the apartment, "Bnt I notice yo 1 have a remarkably tough lot of eustomers to deal with this rnorning.' "Hush!" replied the magistrate in an agonised vvhisper, "those are the ors !"