"
The jury filed into the jury-box, and after the twelve seats were
filled there still remained one juror standing outside.
"If the Court please," said the Clerk, "they have made a mistake and
sent us thirteen jurors instead of twelve. What do you want to do with
this extra one?"
"What is your name?" asked the judge of the extra man.
"Joseph A. Braines," he replied.
"Mr. Clerk," said the judge, "take this man back to the jury
commissioners and tell them we don't need him as we already have
twelve men without Braines."
A suit for damages was being tried not long ago in one of the
divisions of a Southern city court. A country lad, seventeen or
eighteen years of age, was put on the stand to testify. He gave his
testimony in so low a tone that the judge, pointing to the jury, said
to him:
"Speak so that these gentlemen can hear you."
"Why," said the witness, with a beaming smile, "are these men
interested in the case, too?"
"Judge, Your Honor," cried the prisoner at the bar, "have I got to be
tried by a lady jury?"
"Be still!" whispered his attorney.
"I won't be still! Judge, I can't even fool my own wife, let alone
twelve strange women. I'm guilty!"
In western Georgia a jury recently met to inquire into a case of
suicide.
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