what to make of me, without exception everyone was extraordinarily open, friendly, and hospitable. I was introduced to the bench and the bar as a foreign visitor from a distant time. Just as someone visiting our time from 1913 or 2112 would be an object of curiosity and study about whom everyone might curiously approve, so was I treated. This meant that although I was physically present, no one truly felt that I was even there. Everyone expected that at any moment I would disappear just as casually as I had appeared. The surprising result of this ambiguous existence was that everyonejudges and lawyers, litigants, politicians, even people I would meet on the streetfelt totally free to share their true feelings and beliefs and honestly discuss any topic of conversation without the usual
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diplomacy and obfuscations that usually passes for polite
conversation. Equally remarkable were the dramatic differences in the manner in which each court dealt with its cases and the varied reactions of the bar. Somehow being neither fish nor fowl, everyone assumed I was part of their own club and confided in me freely. The way this played out can be explained by describing the varied perspectives revealed by the case management procedure of Common Pleas Court Number 9 colloquially referred by everyone as the Cattle Call. As Judge Brown described it, he had learned through difficult experiences the trick that 10 percent of all cases resolved simply by exposing them to a courtroom. Accordingly he would regularly bring throngs of lawyers into his courtroom for no reason other than to have them report on what had or had not occurred since the last time they had been summoned en masse. Lawyers whose cases had resolved would either send a messenger with a letter and not personally appear or would be present and proudly make a show of walking up to the bar of the court to personally announce the grand result. These lawyers would receive accolades from the judge before their assembled brethren. Judge Brown and his court staff were very proud of their ability to resolve cases, although in the months that I observed it did seem that the number of attorneys present for the cattle call never decreased and the actual numbers of cases pending in Common Pleas Court Number 9 was actually higher than in some of the other
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courts. Nothing actually occurred in court and as I
learned in conversation with Judge Brown, he never intended anything specific to occur. Of course, the attorneys always smiled for Judge Brown and laughed at his jokes. Nonetheless, they confidentially expressed to me abhorrence at having to bill their clients for time wasted in court and their disdain for Judge Brown and his tricks. Several lawyers expressed the opinion that the biggest joke was the cattle call itself. This perspective was really not surprising because attorneys would sometimes sit in his courtroom for hours as he went through hundreds of cases pro forma. Neither was it surprising that in the courtroom the attorneys massed in the cattle call behaved like cattle. Sometimes even after the judge took the bench, the mob was irreverently joking, talking, and yelling across the courtroom. On one occasion I observed a spit ball thrown, followed by a courtroom spitball melee which ceased only when the judge unexpectedly arrived and took the bench. Even once he was securely on the bench an occasional spitball was thrown whenever the judge was clearly looking elsewhere. One must picture Courtroom 443 City Hall in all its glory to envision the scene. Today some courtrooms have deteriorated and suffer from a lack of maintenance, but in 1913 the courtrooms were new and spectacular, beautiful rugs were matched by shining marble columns, and the ceilings were graced with fabulously painted gold leaf. These courtrooms presented the aura of the rise of American industrial
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power and a flourishing society. Anyone charged with a
crime immediately came in awe of the power of the state, often a greater deterrent to recidivism than any sentence eventually imposed. Judge Brown would often intentionally arrive 20, 30, or 40 minutes late. He told me that since the cattle call was often the only time the attorneys ever talked to each other about their cases he gave them time to confer. Of course, knowing that Court would not open until 20, 30, or 40 minutes after the announced time the courtroom would frequently be empty at the scheduled start and would slowly fill. Indeed, its a lucky thing the judge did not take the bench at 9:30 a.m. when all 200 status conference for the day were scheduled because most of the attorneys, expecting him not to arrive until at least 10 or 10:30 a.m., were absent. They would gradually filter into the courtroom, where they milled about joking, smoking, pushing each other, and generally having the grand time which is common when old friends who havent seen each other for a time have occasion to gather. Although I never did see actual drinking while awaiting court to open, on occasion I thought that out of the corner of my eye I saw an attorney slipping what appeared to be a flask into his rear pocket to the amusement of those nearby. Generally, by the time the Judge arrived most attorneys were present, with the notable exception of those attorneys who would make a dashing entrance throughout the course of the day. The proceedings started with attorneys whom the judge knew being called up first and asked a rather mundane routine of
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questions: Is this case settled? No. Does it look like
it will settle? Were working on it Judge! Do you have any discovery? Were trying to work them out, Judge, but the pleadings have not yet closed. When do you think it will be ready for trial? Its hard to say, were working very diligently. Thank you. After the judge received these answers the attorneys would be sent on their way with the admonition to keep working, at which point the Court Crier would call the next case where the same questions and answers were repeated. But woe be to the attorney who was not physically present in the courtroom when his case was called. Judge Brown would throw himself into a rage about the disgraceful conduct of counsel and the disrespect shown to the bench. He would send minions to fetch the ingrate, threaten arrests, set the matter down for a rule to show cause why the reprobate should not be held in contempt that very afternoon, insist that the sheriff appear in his courtroom with the miscreant, tell everyone in the room that if they saw the offender to remind him to come to the courtroom represented by counsel and to bring his toothbrush, and otherwise make it clear to the assembled bar that dread consequences awaited he who dishonors Judge Browns Court. On rare occasions I came to learn that when the missing attorney was of a different political persuasion from Judge Brown he would work himself into such a lather the Court Officers would suggest a brief recess at which time he would leave the bench to afford himself a calming smoke. Usually these outbursts would be calmed by the Court Officers or a friend of the Court
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attorney friend of the miscreant explaining the absolute
necessity for the attorneys absenceand the cattle call would resume. On one occasion I did observe an actual contempt hearing late one afternoon. The miscreant attorney arrived promptly for the hearing at 3:30 as had been ordered earlier in the day, apologized to the Court, promised it would never happened again, and was dismissed with a stern warning to see to it that it doesnt. On another occasion, the description of which within minutes flew on wings of rumor across the entire legal community of Philadelphia and its environs, an attorney brought his datebook, secretary, and witnesses to the contempt hearing. Judge Brown asked if he was represented by counsel at this contempt hearing. The attorney responded he was represented by the best attorney in town, me. When asked why he did not appear in court, he described a day in which he was required to be in four courtrooms at precisely the same time, had picked a jury in one case, assisted a different defendant to plead guilty in a different courtroom, and settled a civil matter in a third. Unrepentant for missing the meaningless cattle call and suggesting that some coordination between the nine courts might be productive he offered to call witnesses to attest to the truth of his actions that day. Judge Brown said that would not be necessary, offered a stern warning to see to it that it doesnt happen again, and left the bench. As the Judge left the courtroom, counsel
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said in a stage whisper: and I seem to have forgotten
my toothbrush. Since everyone knew nothing actually happened at the cattle call, attorneys often sent their least senior associates, who knew nothing about the actual case. But a senior partner would always appear when a case had been settled. Those attorneys who had settled their cases would tell a Court Officer and were immediately invited to dance up to the bar of the court to receive the congratulations and praise of the judge. Judge Brown would exclaim to all of the assembled crowd what good lawyers these were for blessed are those who resolve. But those few who would approach a Court Officer and seek permission to leave without telling the judge their case has settled were routinely advised that it was not a good idea to leave for any reason. When Judge Brown would occasionally get irritated, the Court Officers thinking to themselves that the fact of a settlement could return the judge to his usual pleasant equilibriumwould try to get a settled case in front of him as a service to the rest of the bar. This they could easily do since the judge himself neither had any record nor any concern as to the order in which cases appeared. No concern, that is, unless he saw a lawyer he knew in the crowd, and then he would immediately call up that case. Ordinarily, he would leave the order of the cases entirely to the Court Officers who ran the courtroom. Since only one Court Officer ran the room the others generally hovered around the courtroom chatting with friendly attorneys, occasionally selling Republican Party
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annual dinner tickets or tickets to a benefit dinner for
the judge. Thus, Court Officers were empowered to leave attorneys who were temporarily or permanently out of their favor sitting in the courtroom for an entirely wasted morning. God help those who had afforded some slight or even perceived slight to any Court Officer in the room or their relatives who populated other offices of the courts. They would find themselves on a widespread shit list. Those attorneys might arrive smiling, eager, and ready to go only to sit for hours without accomplishing anything even though according to the list they were supposedly the second case to be called. A Court Officer explained to me that he had one lawyer sit hours because of having passed an unfavorable remark to a clerk in another courtroom some weeks before. It has always been remarkable to me how then, and even now, attorneys will say things to Court Officers or reporters or treat them badly without any understanding that this behavior will be elaborately described to the judge and may even circulate widely around the courthouse. Once, in my courtroom back in the 21st century (or should that be forward in the 21st century?), an attorney for whom English was a second language appeared before me. He spoke with an accent but generally did very well. Occasionally however, he would get confused and misunderstand my directions or question in oral argument. I understood and made allowances. After a few days of trial my Court Officer approached me in chambers and said: You know,
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Judge, he speaks perfect English when you are not in
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