Federal Judge William Hawley Atwell of Dallas, a big blonde blue-eyed Texan, is a stern and conscientious jurist. For two months he has served on the bench of the Federal Court, Brooklyn, N. Y., during the absence of a resident judge. He took with him a righteous whip which he had learned to crack below the Mason-Dixon line. He flayed what he conceived to be the lax, despicable mores of New York law courts.
Last week he went home, carrying two mementos. One was a set of complimentary resolutions tendered him by admiring jurors; the other was notice of a...
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