Washington Law Review


This flamboyant bit of hokum is aimed to gratify those who, with Carl Sandburg, can hear "the hearse-horse snicker hauling a lawyer away." The author, billed as "America's best-known professional estate planner," presents himself as the friend in need and indeed of all who would insure to their posterity the goods of the earth. With righteous wrath, and in accents reminiscent of Billy Sunday (perhaps with a trace of P. T. Barnum), Dacey promises the means of delivery from the curse of "probate"—which he depicts as a sort of war of all against all, in which testator and beneficiary alike are pursued by a scabrous horde composed mainly of grasping lawyers and corrupt judges, but to which he admits many professional fiduciaries at least in the status of camp followers.

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