Hard Working Barristers
 

I would like to submit these two photos as proof, that lawyers can, and often do manual labor. I helped George Purtill break down faulty bales of straw and feed them into his new (re)baler.
For those interested in owning signed copies of these photos, I can get George to autograph them, and for appropriate bids in the silent auction, they can be yours to frame and proudly display.

Baling square bales is real work

Ah... scuse me, but all I can see George working at is the ‘heavy lookin’ on’.





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I think Dean nailed it; from an A.H. Fox Collectors Association point of view, Edgar appears to be in the 'Mist' Nash' position while George is loping into the "Buckingham Strut". There is a definite need for parity here! If you offer these in the Silent Auction, I would suggest/ insist that both Edgar and George sign them "in character"! I do agree with Edgar that they would provide irrefutable proof of the latent physicality of the office of juris doctor(s). I think an "artists proof" version of the original photograph, appropriately framed and signed by both parties, would be a hot Silent Auction item, worthy of at least a hefty minimum bid!

I can say, without duress, that George was humpin’ that straw. When he began slacking, I’d just throw another bale at him. Since, I’m only hourly, and wasn’t getting time and a half, I left at noon. The baler trailer was half full at that point.
When we were young, we didn’t have such luxuries. We had to pick them up in the field and toss them 6 and 8 high on the back of a ‘48 Reo flatbed.

I get a kick out of that American Flag attire that worker is wearing...:)





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Edgar, the make you the quintessential, and ever ubiquitos “Straw Boss” my Dad and Grandad claimed to be as they spurred and quirted my brother and me along on the worst of the chores we were required to fulfill!!!!

Wow... quirted?





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Dean, all figurative!!! But that was always my Dad’s description of a task that he has assigned to us that required “positive supervision”.....all that being said, my Dad carried a King Ranch cowboy made quirt for pesky strays when he walked my Mom’s dog. Oh yeah, he also had no problem using that sucker on my brother or my bum for the more severe infractions!!

Ha! That reminds me of my Dad and his “old-fashioned” methods of supervision.

For the more severe punishments he would take me out to the “back, back room” of our old farmhouse and take off his belt. I was instructed to drop trou and bend over. When the session was done my butt and legs would have a bunch of raised welts but I never gave him the satisfaction of a yelp or even a wince. I would just put my mind in another place.
One time Dad wend back into the kitchen where my mother was waiting with teary eyes and told her “Someday that kid’s gonna knife me, I just know it.”





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