Officer (calls). Herman Kahlesole and William Paul. (he brings them in and places in pen.)
Judge. What is this grave charge all about?
Lawyer. Nothing grave, your Honor. It appears that this butcher, on leaving his store, stepped on a piece of fat, and fell with a quarter of beef. Paul, the baker, laughed at him. The butcher got angry, and so they set to punching one another’s heads.
Judge. What! Punch one another’s heads after the spill of a quartet of beef?
Lawyer. Just the history, Judge. I am instructed to recommend them to the merciful consideration of the Court.
Judge. Kahlesole, you have heard the charge against you, and the recommendation of your counsel. Are you ready to bury the hatchet?
Butcher. Vat! Mine ax? Nein, nein.
Judge. I mean to make peace and shake hands.
Butcher. Vell, vell, I will; but dot goesh against mine constitution. (they shake hands and depart.)