Word: counseled
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Three days later, just after the bricklayer, clerks, telephone instructress, Juror Kidwell, et al. had taken their jury-box seats for the day, Lawyer Atlee Pomerene of the U. S. prosecution counsel announced to the court that he had grave charges to make, that some one had been tampering with the jury...
Statements. Albert Bacon Fall, ill with lung congestion, again called attention to "my integrity and the complete rectitude of my every action in connection with the Teapot Dome lease." He disavowed any connection with any "jury-hanging" plot. Nevertheless, it was discovered that one of his counsel, Lawyer Mark Thompson, had telephoned a friend of Mr. Fall's at the U. S. Department of Justice to "look up the record" of a colleague who was being sleuthed by the Burns...
...said: "It is ridiculous to exclude from a jury persons who read the newspapers. A citizen who doesn't read the newspapers is not an intelligent citizen and he probably is not fit to be on a jury." Mr. Baumes urged that judges be empowered to select juries, leaving counsel the chance to show cause why any selection is unsuitable...
From the office of Frederick S. Duncan, for more than 20 years counsel for the Weed Chain Tire Grip Co. and its successor, the American Chain Co., came loud and speedy protest. He stated facts: The "Weed" tire chain was named after its inventor, Harry D. Weed, of Canastota (near Syracuse) N. Y. Under license agreement from him, the company produced Weed chains and paid all royalties therefrom for many years, later buying the patent rights. Colonel Weed is vigorously alive in Bridgeport and retains a close consulting connection with the American Chain Co., successors to the Weed Chain Tire...
Lawyers. Henri Torres, chief counsel for the defense, florid, bloated, dynamic, put his histrionic abilities to the test when, leaping past his colleagues into the middle of the courtroom, he brandished a revolver, produced from under his voluminous black gown. Shrieks of terror mingled with gasps met this display. Flappers sat with blanched faces; bewhiskered Hebrews rocked back and forth with supressed excitement; Ukrainians, more pallid than ever, glanced nervously through their narrow eyes. Maitre Torres, aiming at a chair, pulled the trigger?there was a dull click, followed by sighs of relief. He was attempting to prove that...