WITNESSES


"The trouble is," said Wilkins as he talked the matter over with his

counsel, "that in the excitement of the moment I admitted that I had

been going too fast, and wasn't paying any attention to the road just

before the collision. I'm afraid that admission is going to prove

costly."



"Don't wory about that," said his lawyer. "I'll bring seven witnesses

to testify that they wouldn't believe you under oath."<
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On his eighty-fourth birthday, Paul Smith, the veteran Adirondock

hotel-keeper, who started life as a guide and died owning a million

dollars' worth of forest land, was talking about boundary disputes

with an old friend.



"Didn't you hear of the lawsuit over a title that I had with Jones

down in Malone last summer?" asked Paul. The friend had not heard.



"Well," said Paul, "it was this way. I sat in the court room before

the case opened with my witnesses around me. Jones busted in, stopped,

looked my witnesses over carefully, and said: 'Paul, are those your

witnesses?' 'They are,' said I. 'Then you win,' said he. 'I've had

them witnesses twice myself.'"



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