The Editor's Bag PUNCH Justiciars. Out varlet, or Sheriff—What Ho there I Clear the way for the King's Justicia I'll give thee a punch in thy paunch thou wil't il't long remember. —Beaufort's Beaufort's "A St Suit for a Dukedom." Punch au Kirsch GAME The Judge he was the jelly, And much he looked the same, The Jury was the roasting spit, The client was the game. —Baldwin's "Old Ballads." Breast of Mallard Duck SALAD Chief Justice—'Tis clear thou did'st enfeoff him of the land But not the emblements. Recount me then What pregnant grains the fecund soil did hold. Yeoman— No grains, my lord, but chives and garden greens And one fair cider orchard, ten roods long. Chief Justice—A salad, by my troth, dressing and all! —Sterling's "A Yeoman's Strategy." Salad in Season Cheese ICE King—What, shall the mercy of our State be sealed! The ocean of our Justice froze to ice! Fool— I would it were, then would lawyer's fees be icicles, and bailiffs die of chills. King—Congeal thy prattle, fool. Should'st know, the frost Of precedent, like snow on winter corn, Doth keep the law alive. —Crashaw's "A Royal Pardon." Neapolitan Ice-cream Cakes Cigars COFFEE Cigarettes Lord Jeffrys—Look you, culprit, make an end of the matter that we may proceed to judgment. Prisoner—As speedily as may be, my lord. I have little more to say. Attorney- General—More! We have had a surfeit already. Stuff us no more with your sweets and oily reasons, but reach an end. Lord Jeffrys—That's right, Mr. Attorney-General, smoke him out—pipes do always follow the nuts and raisins. —Brackelweight's Trial.
The Editor will be glad to receive for this department anything likely to entertain the readers of the Green Bag in the way of legal antiquities, facetia, and anecdotes.
