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To: 2MAR$ who wrote (47107)	2/22/2014 8:20:56 AM
From: 2MAR$	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 69300

A few more lawyer jokes, (if we're going to demonize, lawyers are very fair game ) Q: What's the difference between a carp and a lawyer? A: One's a scum-sucking bottom dweller, and the other's a fish. Q: What do you call 20 lawyers buried up to their neck in the sand? A: Not enough sand! Q: What's the difference between a dead dog in the road and a dead lawyer in the road? A: There are skid marks in front of the dog. Q: Why does New Jersey have the highest amount of Toxic waste and California the highest amount of lawyers? A: New Jersey had First Choice! Q: Why won't sharks attack lawyers? A: Professional courtesy. Q: How do you get a lawyer out of a tree? A: Cut the rope.

To: 2MAR$ who wrote (47107)	2/22/2014 8:56:54 AM
From: Solon	Respond to of 69300

The Cherry Tree by M. L. Weems When George was about six years old, he was made the wealthy master of a hatchet of which, like most little boys, he was extremely fond. He went about chopping everything that came his way. One day, as he wandered about the garden amusing himself by hacking his mother's pea sticks, he found a beautiful, young English cherry tree, of which his father was most proud. He tried the edge of his hatchet on the trunk of the tree and barked it so that it died. Some time after this, his father discovered what had happened to his favorite tree. He came into the house in great anger, and demanded to know who the mischievous person was who had cut away the bark. Nobody could tell him anything about it. Just then George, with his little hatchet, came into the room. "George,' said his father, "do you know who has killed my beautiful little cherry tree yonder in the garden? I would not have taken five guineas for it!' This was a hard question to answer, and for a moment George was staggered by it, but quickly recovering himself he cried: "I cannot tell a lie, father, you know I cannot tell a lie! I did cut it with my little hatchet.' The anger died out of his father's face, and taking the boy tenderly in his arms, he said: "My son, that you should not be afraid to tell the truth is more to me than a thousand trees! Yes - though they were blossomed with silver and had leaves of the purest gold!'