the burglars have their own counsel...

Woodward ---------[All The President's Men excerpt] ------------learned from Lewis that the suspects were going to appear in court that afternoon for a preliminary hearing.  He decided to go.

Woodward had been to the courthouse before.  The hearing procedure was an institutionalized fixture of the local court's turnstile system of justice:  A quick appearance before a judge who set bond for accused pimps, prostitutes, muggers -- and, on this day, the five men who had been arrested at the Watergate.

A group of attorneys -- known as the "Fifth Street Lawyers" because of the location of the courthouse and their storefront offices -- were hanging around the corridors as usual, waiting for appointments as government-paid counsel to indigent defendants.  Two of the regulars -- a tall, thin attorney in a frayed sharkskin suit and an obese, middle-aged lawyer who had once been disciplined for soliciting cases in the basement cellblock -- were muttering their distress.  They had been tentatively appointed to represent the five accused Watergate burglars and had then been informed that the men had retained their own counsel, which is unusual.

Woodward went inside the courtroom.  One person stood out.  In a middle row sat a young man with fashionably long hair and an expensive suit with slightly flared lapels, his chin high, his eyes searching the room as if he were in unfamiliar surroundings.

Woodward sat down next to him and asked if he was in court because of the Watergate arrests.

"Perhaps," the man said.  "I'm not the attorney of record.  I'm acting as an individual."

He said his name was Douglas Caddy and he introduced a small, anemic-looking man next to him as the attorney of record, Joseph Rafferty, Jr. 

Rafferty appeared to have been routed out of bed; he was unshaven and squinted as if the light hurt his eyes. 

The two lawyers wandered in and out of the courtroom.  Woodward finally cornered Rafferty in a hallway and got the names and addresses of the five suspects.  Four of them were from Miami, three of them Cuban-Americans.

Caddy didn't want to talk.  "Please don't take it personally," he told Woodward.  "It would be a mistake to do that.  I just don't have anything to say."

... How did you get into the case?
Caddy pivoted and walked back in.  After half an hour, he went out again.

Woodward asked how he got into the case.

This time Caddy said he'd gotten a call shortly after 3:00 A.M. from Barker's wife.  "She said her husband had told her to call me if he hadn't called her by three, that it might mean he was in trouble."

...At 3:30 P.M., the five suspects, still dressed in dark business suits but stripped of their belts and ties, were led into the courtroom by a marshal.  They seated themselves silently in a row and stared blankly toward the bench, kneading their hands.  They looked nervous, respectful and tough.

Earl Silbert, the government prosecutor, rose as their case was called by the clerk.  Slight, intent and owlish with his horn-rimmed glasses, he was known as "Earl the Pearl" to Fifth Streeters familiar with his fondness for dramatic courtroom gestures and flowery speech.  He argued that the five men should not be released on bond. 

They had given false names, had not cooperated with the police, possessed "$2300 in cold cash, and had a tendency to travel abroad." 

They had been arrested in a "professional burglary" with a "clandestine" purpose.  Silbert drew out the word "clandestine."  ---------------------[end excerpt]

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("Drew out.  Dr-r-r-re-e-e-w-w-w-w out.  The word "clandestine."

As well he might. ...)

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Photographs and memories
Christmas cards you sent to me
all that I have are these

To remember you

Memories that come at night
Take me to another time
Back to a happier day
When I called you mine --

But we sure had a good time
When we started way back when
Morning walks and bedroom talks
Oh how I loved you then.

Summer skies and lullabies
Nights we couldn't say good-bye
And of all of the things that we knew
Not a dream survived....

Photographs and memories
All the love you gave to me
Somehow it just can't be true
That's all I've left of you --

But we sure had a good time
When we started way back when
Morning walks and bedroom talks
Oh how I loved you then

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{book excerpt:  All The President's Men, written by Carl Bernstein and Bob Woodward.  Copyright, 1974.  Simon & Schuster.  New York, New York}
{song:  "Photographs and Memories" - Jim Croce.  You Don't Mess Around with Jim album.  recorded 1971 - 1972, The Hit Factory, New York City.  Released April 1972.  Label:  ABC.  The song "Photographs and Memories, included on 1974 compilation album, Photographs & Memories - His Greatest Hits, ABC Records.}

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