"Sure, I told you the silks were worth four hundred dollars."
"Well, I know those kind of people; they are small people and they
never did that amount of business in all their lives, let alone one
month." Or,
"Don't you know that neighborhood; all the cars speed up whenever they
get there."
"Why, yesterday I was getting off a car and the conductor pulls the
bell, etc., etc."
"No, I ain't prejudiced against the railroad; I ain't got nothing
against the railroad."
"Of course, we ain't going to decide this case on sympathy or
prejudice. But that boy's Irish and he looks like he come of good
honest people."
"Vy, I don't see no difference whether he is Irish--or Yiddish; vot ve
vant is justice."
"Now see here, my friend, if you think you're going to make this a
racial matter you're mistaken. Just because that boy's Irish you
needn't think he ought not to get nothing. You're prejudiced, that's
what you are."
"Oh, let's get down to the evidence anyway; what we want is to
decide."
"Vel, the motorman vas Irish, vot you talking about?"
"Sure, but he had to say what he did. Didn't he have to hold down his
job with the company?"
The rest of the jury sink back resigned and despondent.
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