Roy ButlerIf the learned Supreme Court of IllinoisGot at the secret of every caseAs well as it does a case of rapeIt would be the greatest court in the world.A jury, of neighbors mostly, with “Butch” WeldyAs foreman, found me guilty in ten minutesAnd two ballots on a case like this:Richard Bandle and I had trouble over a fenceAnd my wife and Mrs. Bandle quarreledAs to whether Ipava was a finer town than Table Grove.I awoke one morning with the love of GodBrimming over my heart, so I went to see RichardTo settle the fence in the spirit of Jesus Christ.I knocked on the door, and his wife opened;She smiled and asked me in.I entered— She slammed the door and began to scream,“Take your hands off, you low down varlet!”Just then her husband entered.I waved my hands, choked up with words.He went for his gun, and I ran out.But neither the Supreme Court nor my wifeBelieved a word she said.
If the learned Supreme Court of IllinoisGot at the secret of every caseAs well as it does a case of rapeIt would be the greatest court in the world.A jury, of neighbors mostly, with “Butch” WeldyAs foreman, found me guilty in ten minutesAnd two ballots on a case like this:Richard Bandle and I had trouble over a fenceAnd my wife and Mrs. Bandle quarreledAs to whether Ipava was a finer town than Table Grove.I awoke one morning with the love of GodBrimming over my heart, so I went to see RichardTo settle the fence in the spirit of Jesus Christ.I knocked on the door, and his wife opened;She smiled and asked me in.I entered— She slammed the door and began to scream,“Take your hands off, you low down varlet!”Just then her husband entered.I waved my hands, choked up with words.He went for his gun, and I ran out.But neither the Supreme Court nor my wifeBelieved a word she said.