District Attorneys are a curious lot. Every four years they offer themselves up on a silver platter for dissection by the voters, and once the ordeal is over, they are supposed to charge off with a crusading fervor to slay the dragons who threaten those very people who held them up to intense scrutiny.
In the process, these presumed protectors of the public welfare have to supervise a staff, satisfy their constituency, and perform the duties of the office for which they ran — most of the time on a slim budget. Maybe this is why they are called public servants.
Take the present district attorney for instance; if Michael Keitz ever gets to feeling as if he is being drawn and quartered by public opinion, all he has to do is to turn back the pages of history to consider the plight of one of his predecessors.
Things were a little slow when Frances Fee was elected to the office of Madera County District Attorney in 1893. The new county was just getting organized, and it took a little while to get the engines warmed up. By the time that his successors, Miles Wallace, Robert Fowler, and George Goucher arrived on the scene, considerable activity had attached itself to the position, and when W. H. Larew took over, the workload was increasing geometrically...