Euclid Shore High School - Shore Log Yearbook (Euclid, OH)

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THE VERDICT RETURNED A FARCE Written by Betty Schubert IT was a sultry afternoon in Facultyville. All the villagers had retired for the afternoon, undoubtedly waiting until the thermometer would come down to 98 degrees in the shade. Facultyville was a hot place. The dust had had a chance to settle in the old courtroom. The only sign of life was a fly, buzzing industriously about the Judge, who was snatching a little much needed beauty sleep. The screen door banged! The silence was broken. Judge Metts awoke with a start. In came Sheriff Stray, modestly escorting Susie Rosenberger and Sallie Doutt. The fly came to attention. Ah, here, at last, was some excitement. He careL.Hy settled himself and thus became the secret witness of the following dialogue. Judge Metts (yawning terrificly) — Hello, there. Don't bother to knock. What's the trouble now? Sheriff Stray (proudly) — Your Honor, I found these two prominent citizens of Faculty- ville having a heated argument. Judge (mops his brow) — It must have been about the weather. Sallie Doutt — Your Honor, Susie Rosenberger had the nerve — Susie Rosenberger — Your Honor, she's got it all wrong — (Enter Millie Crampton, the Courthouse secretary, with a brief case.) Mill ie (gayly) — What's this about nerves all wrong? I just got a fine prescription from Doc Leonard for soothing nerves. It's six tablespoons of vinegar, one teaspoon — Judge — Excuse me, but will you please summon the jury? It looks like an interesting case. Ladies, be seated. (The jury scrambles in.) Mike Padgett — Get off my chair. Can't you see I've got my hand on it? Joey Harter — I tagged it first. Lucie Aingworth — Don't rush, boys. There's lots of room in the back row. Henry Spangler — Save me a seat, Joe. Willy Maddock — Ouch! That was my foot. Miss Emmie Crone — I want to sit on the end. Jennie Mitchell (to Willy) — Take your finger out of my eye, please. Mollie Darst — Oh, Henry, move your head to the left; I can't see. (Judge Metts taps desk with croquet mallet.) Judge — Silence in the courtroom. Now, let's get down to work. Attorney Swartz enters. Judge — Ah, we shall now proceed. Miss Swartz — The first question — what? Sheriff Stray — A heated argument. Judge — No interference, please; there's enough static as it is. Continue. Miss Swartz— Who? Sallie Doutt — Susie Rosenberger — Susie Rosenberger — Sallie Doutt — [28]