Tudor Jenks

“ A roar of laughter burst from the crowd and and the owner of the umbrella administered the coup de grâce by the remark:
“Bluff didn't go, did it, old Skeezicks? Come—clear out, quick!”
There may be heroic souls who would have risen to the occasion. But the Judge did not. His temper was at boiling-point, and he saw he must punch the fellow's head or leave at once. He turned and fled, asking only to escape.
When the court was again in session, the Judge—who had been a little late—proceeded to deliver his charge to the jury. ”

“ While the counsel rehearsed the long array of judicial mistakes, the jurist on the bench was rehearsing mentally the points he meant to make in his charge to the Jury. As it took form, the Judge felt that it would be clear, logical and convincing, and would make the lawyer's plea seem foolishly emotional—unworthy of serious consideration by hard-headed men of the world. ”

“ Before the magistrate could give his name, the aggressive owner broke in, derisively:
“You may be respectable, as you call it, but you can't carry off my umbrella, all the same. I'm not giving silk umbrellas as premiums for respectability. And as for your friend the Judge, he's probably some peanut politician who'd pick up an umbrella himself if he got a fair chance. No doubt you are a 'professor' or 'doctor' or 'judge' yourself. All scamps are, nowadays. ”