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William Gluckin & Co. v. Int’l. Playtex Corp., 407 F.2d 177 (2d Cir. 1969), is an opinion upholding the issuance of a preliminary injunction against Playtex, manufacturer of, ahem, ladies’ support garments, prohibiting Playtex from prosecuting a lawsuit it had filed against Woolworth & Co. for selling brassieres manufactured by Gluckin at Woolworth’s stores in Georgia. See, what happened was this: Playtex had a patent, and Gluckin (allegedly) infringed the patent and sold the infringing unmentionables to Woolworths, who sold lots of them in Georgia. Woolworth’s, Playtex, and Gluckin were all New York corporations amenable to suit in New York, but Gluckin was not amenable to suit in Georgia. Playtex sued Woolworth’s for infringing its patent in Federal court in Georgia. Gluckin found out and filed their own suit (for a declaratory judgment) in Federal court in New York.

See, if the Georgia suit went ahead, the Georgia District Court would have had to determine whether the bust supporters sold by Woolworth’s indeed infringed Playtex’ patent. This would be the same issue as what would have to be decided in the declaratory judgment action in New York. So if the Georgia court made a decision on the subject, that decision would have had a binding effect on the New York court under the doctrine of res judicata. (Woolworth’s probably could have had the Georgia case dismissed for failure to join a necessary party who could not subsequently be joined because of a lack of personal jurisdiction, see Fed. R. Civ. P. 19, but that’s not what happened.)

Gluckin, therefore, really wanted to make sure it had the opportunity to litigate the patent infringement issue itself in the New York suit, and not by proxy through Woolworth’s in the Georgia suit. But ordinarily, the suit that gets filed first gets priority, and later suits get enjoined until earlier ones get finished.

Fortunately for Gluckin, there is an exception to this first-filed-goes-first rule, arising out of patent law. An infringement suit against a customer of a manufacturer always has the manufacturer as the real party in interest, and the policy of the Second Circuit is to place preference on the real party in interest litigating his own claim, so long as it is more convenient than the customer suit. Which is why Gluckin got the injunction against the Georgia suit.

Anyway, I’m sure all you peoples out there who don’t care about civil procedure were bored to tears reading about all that.

On a more entertaining note, reading this case reminded me of this fun yet highly inaccurate account of the invention and patenting of the brassiere from the ultra-tear-jerker film Beaches, starring Bette Midler and some other people whose names I cannot remember.

Finals are one down, three to go. As the kids say, “woot!”

I am happy to announce that the unplanned, unannounced hiatus on which I have been for the past week or so is finally over! Excitement!

Unfortunately, the planned, announced hiatus on which I am now going has only just begun. Unfortunate!

The last few weeks of the semester are at hand, and will be followed inevitably and diabolically by the extremely unpleasant exam week. I’m sure there are fives, maybe even tens of you out there who have missed me this past week, and, alas, you shall all just have to go on missing me for a while longer. Woe!

I shall see you again on the other side!

Update: The timing of these hiatuses with respect to the WGA strike is purely coincidental. Don’t confuse my motives for hiatusing with this nonesense.

Update 2: Okay, well, by “hiatus,” I mean “sort of hiatus; don’t expect anything, but that doesn’t mean I might not post something occasionally.”

This week, I’ve been filling out my “Application to Register as a Candidate for Admission to the Practice of Law” in the State of Key Midwestern Swing State. That is, an application that I have to fill out before I can be permitted to fill out an application to be allowed to take an examination to see if I’m allowed to be a lawyer. Yes, it is an application to be allowed to file another application at some time in the future. Isn’t bureaucracy a glorious beast?

Part of this application is a “character questionnaire.” See, you cannot be a lawyer in Key Midwestern Swing State unless you have the requisite moral fiber. So one of the things they make you do is fill out a huge (over 30 pages) questionnaire divulging all your deepest, naughtiest secrets. Things you normally wouldn’t be required to divulge by anyone under any other circumstances. The questionnaire is then checked against the most invasive background check you can imagine. The check is run by the National College of Bar Examiners (a technically private body), which assembles background data from numerous public and private sources, assisted by mandatory waivers executed by the applicant. That’s right. On the demand of the State Supreme Court, I must give this private examining body permission to access all sorts of records: juvenile court records (including expunged or sealed matters, which are never truly expunged or sealed), medical records (including psychiatric records), drug and alcohol treatment records, educational records, everything. And access it they do. It takes so long that the deadline is next month if I want to sit for the bar examination 21 months from now.

Apparently, it’s not so important what I disclose, but that I disclose. Convicted murderers are allowed to be admitted to the bar, but if you neglect to tell the NCBEx about a $5,000.00 unpaid debt, you can be barred for life from sitting the bar exam. I think the key is to elicit honesty. But in reality, I think it’s just a dominance exercise. The Supreme Court of the State of Key Midwestern Swing State wants to know that when they say “jump,” we lawyer-wannabes will not even ask “how high?” They expect us to jump as high as we’re able, so they can tell us it wasn’t high enough.

There isn’t a place on the form asking whether the applicant runs an anonymous blog on the Internets.

So I’ve spent the past few days tracking down every traffic ticket I’ve ever had (all three of them), every job I’ve ever had, every address I’ve ever had, my old psychologist’s records (which may have been destroyed in a flood), old debts (even the paid ones), and so on. I feel violated.

Update: For those who are unaware, The Probulator.

Last week was awful. If one were disposed to such abuses of language, one might assert that it sucked. One would be right. Slightly more than half of my deadlines are now in the past (and met!). I think I only have six or seven huge projects or assignments on my plate now. It’s like a vacation. I have, literally, whole minutes of free time now. So luxurious.

Anywho.

I missed a lot this week.

Happy Birthday, Atlas Shrugged among them.

And Academy Award Winner Al Gore is now Academy Award Winning Nobel Laureate Al Gore. He should go for knighthood, next. Except his magnum propagandum got totally bitch-slapped by the Hon. Mr. Justice Burton of Her Majesty’s High Court of Justice, Queen’s Bench Division. [HT: Galileo Blogs] So he oughtn’t be expecting boons from QE2 any time in the foreseeable future.

I have a bunch of half-digested posts sitting in the queue which I should be able to squeeze out later this week.

[I just read that last line, and I apologize for it. It was entirely tasteless.]