When "Johnny Dough," the Policy King's favorite, was arraigned at the bar and, in answer to the clerk's interrogation, stated that he withdrew his plea of "not guilty" and now stood ready to plead "guilty," the judge, to the surprise and consternation of the lawyer, the defendant, and the latter's assembled friends, turned upon him and exclaimed: "Ha! So you plead guilty, do you?
Well, I sentence you to the penitentiary for one year, you miserable scoundrel!" Utterly overwhelmed, "Johnny Dough!" was led away, while his lawyer and relatives retired to the corridor to express their opinion of the court.
About three months later the lawyer, who had heard nothing further concerning the case, happened to be in the office of the district attorney, when the latter looked up with a smile and inquired: "Well, how's your client-Mr.Dough ?" "Safe on the Island, I suppose," replied the lawyer, "Not a bit of it," returned the district attorney.

"He never went there." "What do you mean ?" inquired the lawyer.

"I heard him sentenced to a year myself!" "I can't help that," said the district attorney.

"The other day a workingman went down to the Island to see his old friend 'Johnny Dough.' There was only one 'Johnny Dough' on the lists, but when he was produced the visitor exclaimed: 'That Johnny Dough! That ain't him at all, at all!' The visitor departed in disgust.

We instituted an investigation and found that the man at the Island was a 'ringer.'" "You don't say!" cried the lawyer.
"Yes," continued the district attorney.