"Do you want a lawyer?" asked the judge.
"Yes, sir."
"Well, there are Mr. Thomas W. Wilson, Mr. Henry Eddy, and Mr. George Rogers," said the judge, pointing to several young attorneys who were sitting in the room, waiting for something to turn up, "and Mr. Allen is out in the hall."
The prisoner looked at the attorneys, and, after a critical survey, he turned to the judge and said:
"If I can take my choice, sir, I guess I'll take Mr. Allen."—A.S. Hitchcock.
"What is that little boy crying about?" asked the benevolent old lady of the ragged boy.
"Dat other kid swiped his candy," was the response.
"But how is it that you have the candy now?"
"Sure I got de candy now. I'm de little kid's lawyer."