Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 100, April 18, 1891 by Various
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SCENE--_The Central Criminal Court. The usual Company
assembled, and the place wearing its customary aspect. "Standing room only" everywhere, except in the Jury Box, which is empty. Prisoner at the Bar_. [Illustration] _Judge_. This is most annoying! Owing to the refusal of the Jury to serve, the time of the Bar, the Bench, and, I may even add, the prisoner, is wasted! I really don't know what to do! Mr. TWENTYBOB, I think you appear for the accused? _Counsel for the Defence_. Yes, my Lord. _Judge_ (_with some hesitation_). Well, I do not for a moment presume to dictate to you, but it certainly would get us out of a serious difficulty if your client pleaded guilty. I suppose you have carefully considered his case, and think it advisable that he should not withdraw his plea? _Counsel for the Defence_. No, my Lord, I certainly cannot advise him to throw up his defence. It is a serious--a deeply serious--matter for him. I do not anticipate any difficulty in establishing his innocence before an intelligent jury. _Judge_. But we can't get a jury--intelligent or otherwise. _Counsel for the Defence_. If no evidence is offered, my client should be discharged. |
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