A "HUNG" JURY.

BY JOE MILLER, JR.
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BY JOE MILLER, JR.


"Come, gentlemen, let's toss up, it's
one o'clock; dinners ready, deuce
take the nIggers, what did they bring
their quarrels into court to bother US
ior!-lets toss up, that's the shortest
way to settle it. Head guilty, stair
not guilty; come, I'm getting hungry
what dye say"


''lt's against my conscience
"Come, now, Broadbrim, don't stand
out; here's eleven Of US opposed to
you-irs reasonable that the majority
should carry-ttat's democfacy.-come
give in, let's 60 to dinner"


dts against my conscience; that
defendant could not have scratched
the prosecutors face in the way he
says; it's impossible-she amt got
the nails to do it,


''For Gods sake, Broadbrim, don't
keep us. here; | must go out; I've got
note to pay"


"Give it up, Broadbfim, it WON'T
do; the nigge''s guilty; it won't hang
him; it's only assault and battery;
send him to prison for few days
that can't hurt your conscience"


''Friends, the blackey isn't guilty
can't you see it?-it's as plain as day
to me; let's give it in SO; don't the
whole eleven of you stand out in that
obstinate way"


"Obstinate! fire and fury! is one
man to tell the other eleven that they
are obstinate? No, I'll never consent
to such a verdict, i'll have to stay here
till doomsday."


"Heavens! what's to become of my
credit?-my note will be protested"


"Broadbrim, I'm as hungry as a
hound"


otis against my conscience"


81 promised to take my wife out of
town this afternoon"


"My uncle's dying, and l want to
put hiu, in mind to make his will"


"Our company parades for the first
time in their new uniform"


81 invited my cousin TO the opera
she's just from the country"


"Broadbrim, Broadbrim, do let us
off, you're in the wrong, depend upon
it,"


"Come, Broadbrim, | have not said
anything before, cause | didn't like
to. must get off-6 night Pm to
be married."


''lt's against my conscience, why
don't tye give in?"


"Here Tipstave, take us into court !;
we can't agree. May be the Judge
will discharge u.s."


Foren,am.-'Can't agree, your Ho-
nor-never can--it's impossi5le--ne-
yer, never will be able to do it--w want
to be discharged--all got business to
attend to-


Judge.--"Very sorry, gentlemen
can't discharge you--can't take up
the public time in trying this petty
case again. Officer, take them back"


"Well, here we are again; what
shall we do? Broadbrim will you toss
up?


sIt's against my conscience. Here
officer, go to my house and tell my
wife to send me my razor and soap,
half dozen shirts, and a couple pair
of pantaloons. guess we'll have to
stay here some time"


Sand officer stop at the book store,
and bring me "Shirley's Meditations
on the Patience Of Job" "And bring
US pack Of cards." "And me my
fiddle and note hook" Sand me all
! the newspapers"