glory from the encounter, and after the nonplussed countryman had
taken his seat, he stalked solemnly over to the desk of the elated
Judge, looked at him majestically for a moment, and said, "You'll
excuse my mentioning, sorr, that the gintleman who has just sat
down knows more law in a wake than you do in a month; and more
than that, Mike Shaunnessy, phwat do you mane by quotin' Latin on
the flure of this House, WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW THE ALPHA AND OMAYGA
OF THE LANGUAGE!" and back he walked, leaving the Judge in
humiliated submission behind him. [Footnote: "American Ideals," p.
93.]

Another story also relates to the "Colonel." He was presiding at a
committee meeting, in an extremely dignified and severe state of
mind. He usually came to the meetings in this mood, as a result of
having visited the bar, and taken a number of rye whiskies. The
meeting was addressed by "a great, burly man ... who bellowed as
if he had been a bull of Bashan."

The Colonel, by this time pretty far gone, eyed him malevolently,
swaying to and fro in his chair. However, the first effect of the
fellow's oratory was soothing rather than otherwise, and produced
the unexpected result of sending the chairman fast asleep bolt
upright. But in a minute or two, as the man warmed up to his work,
he gave a peculiar resonant howl which waked the Colonel up. The
latter came to himself with a jerk, looked fixedly at the
audience, caught sight of the speaker, remembered having seen him
before, forgot that he had been asleep, and concluded that it must
have been on some previous day. Hammer, hammer, hammer, went the
gavel, and--