The young lawyer

The young lawyer had opened his office that very day and sat expectant of clients. A step was heard outside, and the next moment a man’s figure was silhouetted against the ground-glass of the door. Hastily the legal fledgling stepped to his brand-new telephone, and taking down the receiver, gave every appearance of being deep in a business conversation.

“Yes, Mr. S.,” he was saying, as the man entered, “I’ll attend to that corporation matter for you. Mr. J. had me on the `phone this morning and wanted me to settle a damage suit, but I had to put him off, as I’m so busy with cases just now. But I’ll try to sandwich your matter in between my other cases somehow. Yes, yes. All right. Good-bye.”

Hanging up the receiver, he turned to his visitor, having, as he thought, duly impressed him.

“Excuse me, sir,” the man said, “but I’m from the telephone company. I’ve come to connect up your instrument.”