Judge Ben. B. Lindsey, the noted reformer of Denver, was lunching one day—it was very warm—when a politician paused beside his table.
Judge, said the politician, I see you’re drinkin’ hot cawfee. That’s a heatin’ drink.
Yes? said Judge Lindsey.
Oh, yes. In this weather you want iced drinks, judge—sharp, iced drinks. Did you ever try gin and ginger ale?
No, said the judge, smiling, but I’ve tried several fellows who have.
Harry Bulger has recently added to his repertoire of stories a new character vignette which has been received with laughter in the South. As Mr. Bulger will be the guest of the Forty Club in Chicago during the “Woodland” engagement in that city, he is reserving this story for the post-prandial gossip.
It relates largely to a lawyer and a Jewish client during a civil action. The attorney, watching the evidence and the countenance of the Judge, whose reputation for severity was well known in the district, whispered to his Hebrew client.
It looks very bad. We are going to lose the case. Whereupon the client responded.
Vell, I will send the Judge a box of cigars.