By: Ardis E. Parshall - June 13, 2015 Prisoner at the bar, to magistrate: “Your worship, would you mind hurrying up my case a little? It’s almost twelve o’clock, and if I’ve got to go to jail, I’d like to get there in time for dinner.” —oooOooo— It was that most cruel and distressing occasion – an examination. The examiner was the principal, a rather severe looking gentleman, who concealed his heart most successfully. ...
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