In the leisurely days when the U. S. Supreme Court was housed in the Capitol basement and fashionable ladies flocked to it every afternoon to listen and admire, legalites like Henry Clay and Daniel Webster got off some of their finest flights of eloquence at its bar. Nowadays, the nine hard-pressed old men who sit on the Supreme bench have no time to listen to oratory, demand facts. Last week Forney Johnston, 56. a New Deal-hating Birmingham attorney, known for his acid courtroom flings, got a lesson which was enough to send every prospective Supreme Court pleader in the...
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