"It vos bretty big vactory?"
"Your honor," said the lawyer, turning to the judge, "if this goes on we'll need an interpreter." Then he turned to the witness again.
"Now, Britzmann, what do you make in the factory?" he asked.
"You vant to know vot I make in der vactory?"
"Exactly! Tell us what you make."
"Eight dollars a veek."
Then the interpreter got a chance to earn his daily bread.
"Uncle Joe Cannon was asked today what he thought of the outlook for the Republican party in 1916, and he answered with a story.
"A black man was arrested for horse-stealing while I was prosecuting-attorney in Vermilion county," he said, "and was placed on trial after being duly indicted. When his day in court came he was taken before the judge and I solemnly read the charge in the indictment to him.