University of Nebraska College of Law - Yearbook (Lincoln, NE)

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Act III QScene, Deanfs sanctum sanctorumj Dean is seen at desk, center of stage. Enter characters with bowed heads: they line up against the walls. Dean Cpronouncing judgmentj 1 Wfell, you have lost 309, that 's all. The Chancellor just told me you would have to go. ,HAS others enter with bated breath they cling to walls around the stageg each backs away from the volcanic wrath of the principal characteizj Dean: And I had simply nothing to say .... The only alternative now is room 305, where half of you will be compelled to stand, or afternoon classes. I tell you frankly, gentlemen, we are put back to just where we were two years ago. Gibson Qincredulouslyb : VVhat 's the matter? i Dean: Wfell, how can you ask what 's the matter. There is matter enough .... And I intend to deal summarily with the man who threw the crayon, if I can find him Out ,... Exeunt the class, dejected and mute. Sans honor, sans room, and sans good repute. End of Play. like Xs Sunny ' ffglg I I 'X 108

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it ls alright. It 's that way on the Harvard list, so there can be no mistake. QBeads of sweat seen on foreheads of characters as they ponder over questionsj Prof: You 'll lind ink and a tiller on the table here. QSilence, forty secondsj Prof: I-Ias every one had their breakfast this morning? Is there any one here who has n't had his breakfast? Because if there is, I'll see what I can do. Have nit you had your breakfast,.Mr. Gibbs? VVell, I 'm sorry. I have n't had mine, either: that 's the reason I asked. Ballard: Crisesj Prof: Can't I get it for you, Mr. Ballard? Ballard: No Cexit from the roomj. Prof: Are you accustomed to go without your breakfast, Mr. Gibbs? Gibbs: Yes, sir. Mattley Craises a point and discusses it with his tutorj. Prof: Cexplains the point, that it is not necessarily involvedj. Eager: I-Iow do you expect us to answer these questions with some one talking all the time? Q Prof: Your point is well taken, Mr. Eager. CThe professor exit for more exampaper. Poithwith a tumult ensues. Loud Whispering. Continual conversation about the crayon thrown in the Special Act, supra.j Dean Qwithin. He looks through a crack and notes several for slaughterj. The professor re-enters and examination continues. Dean Qenters in proper personj : I wish the members of the third year class to come into my office immediately after this exam- ination. I Want to see you Qturns on heel and exitj. QStrict behavior throughout remainder of act.j End of Act II. lO7

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I-IIS FIRST CASE '17 RE you a lawyer I was tilted back in my chair before the window, my feet propped against the sill, and a law book in hand which I was pretending to read, while in reality I was gazing dismally across the street at the little unpainted wood buildings on the opposite side. The above question fell like an exploded bomb on my ears. I dropped my feet from the window-sill and turned hastily around. She was standing in the doorway, the prettiest. -ll, sweetest. saddest, and most entrancing sight that cubbyhole of mine, which I designated by the name of office, had ever had the honor of welcoming inside its doors: or its owner. either, for that matter. I say welcoming and should write it in capitals, for to a graduate of a law school, who had established himself in a one-thousand-inhabitant western town, with plenty of prospects but no clients, such a visitor was truly a God-send and worth a royal reception. At first, I blinked. I forgot to get up, but just sat there and blinked. Then, I believe I did rise, after I had fully convinced my- self that it was no dream, and that she really was there, and that at last I had a client. A lawyer? Yes, madam, I-I am a lawyer. Come in. IVhat can I do for you ?', I believe my strange actions must have frightened her at first, for she looked ready to run, but at my words, she slowly entered the room and took the other chair I drew up for her. I mentally made a calculation as to how much a thorough cleaning and a new rug might improve my dingy cubbyhole and decided that no ex- pense should be spared to put it into decent shape. I-I was looking for a lawyer because-because I am in great trouble. I saw your sign and thought I would come to you. I bowed. That she seemed to be in trouble, I could see by the sad eyes, the trembling of the delicate chin, and the little air of weariness, as though she had suffered and the suffering had taken her strength with it. I again sympathetically asked what I could do for her. 109