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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 2, 1902)
Features of the Elks Fair Photographs Taken for The Illustrated Bee by a Staff Artist 9 ra tffe md "RUIIES" WATCH TUB RACKS. k kQ w. .H GYPSY MAIDKNS WHO HAVE A IIOOTH OF THEIR OWN. SIX OK THE JAPANESE MAIDENS. SIS HOPKINS AND HE II MA READY TO MEET THEIR FRIENDS. 3hH em GUM GIRLS IN A LINE. TWO OF THE GEISHA GIRLS FROM THE BOOTH. JAPANESE COMMITTEE OF ARRANGEMENTS. "RURES" FROM THE COUNTRY STORE POSE FOR THE ARTIST. Gleanings from the Story Tellers' Pack H lERE Is ono tbo Portland Oregonlun heard ono railroad man tell an other In a depot up the lino tho other day: "Wo picked up a now Irishman somewhere up-country and set him to work rakln' on a construction train nt 3 cents a nuio tor wages, uno uay wuen mm an mo was on tho train she got away on ono o' them mountain grades, and tho first thing wo knowed sho was flyln' down tho track at about ninety miles an hour, with nothln' In sight but tho ditch and tho happy huntln' grounds when wo come to tbo end. I twisted 'em down as hard as I could all aiong tho tops, and then of a sudden I seo Mlko crawlln' along toward- tho end of ono of tho cars on all fours, with his face tbo color of milk. I thought ho was gottln' ready to jump, an I seo his finish It bo did. " 'Mike,' I says, 'for Ood's sake don't jump.' "He clamps his fingers on the runnln' board to give him a chanco to turn round, and, lookin' at mo contemptuous, answers: " 'Jump, Is It? Do yoz think I'd bo ofther Jumpln' an' mo makln' money as fast as 1 am?' " A mlddlo-aged woman called at a chem ist's In Camden one evening, says the Phil adelphia Bulletin, and asked for morphine, and tbo shopman replied to her request with: "Is It for your husband?" "Oh, no, sir; I have not got any." "You don't think of suicide?" "Far from it." "What do you take It for?" "Must I toll you, sir?" "You must, or otherwise I can't supply you." "Well, then, don't you think that a woman 40 years old, who has had her first offer of marriage less than an hour ago, naturally wants something to quiet hor nerves and glvo her a good night's sleep?" Tho druggist thought so, and she went away contented with tho nerve-soother. They aro tolling n story of William II. Crane to tho effect that when bo was lost In London ho was Invited to dine at tho House of Commoni restaurant, and his host ordered a kottlo of Irish whisky, from which ho poured frequently and copiously. "Say," said Mr. Crane, "do all you En glish statesmen partako as liberally and ns frequently of that liquid as this?" "Wo do," said tho host. "Well, all I'vo got to remark Is, that I'm not surprised that tho Doer war continues," said Mr. Crane. Ono day recently, folates tho Chicago Chronicle, an old gentleman entered a downtown olllco and went up to the tablo whore James, tho office boy, was reading tho next to tho last chapter In ono of tho Dcadwood Dick novels. James did not know for several minutes that anyone had called, so eager was ho to find out If Dick was really going to kill tho villain at last and savo tho blue-eyed Catherine. Looking up just a moment before getting ready to plungo Into tho crisis, James caught sight of the gentleman standing before him. In somo way tho offlco boy folt that the visitor had been there a long time and ho hastened to make up for tbo neglect. "Anything I can do for you?" James askod In tbo tone his employer uses when ho wants to make the best Impression. Tho old gentleman said nothing, but ho looked at James In n strango way that made that young man feel a little ashamed of hlmsolf, "I am very sorry, sir, I kept you waiting. Do you want to seo someone, sir?" Still tho visitor was silent. Then tho boy raised his volco and a glimmer of light camo Into tho old gontloman's oyo. Ho took out of his pocket a long tubo, put one end to bis ear and banded the other to Jnmes. "I should llko to speak to your em ployer." "Certainly, sir," said tho obliging oftlco boy, "hold tho lino." Thoro Is something fascinating about tho Swede, says tho New York Evening Post. Ills honor and candor cannot fall to appeal to thoso who study him, and seo in him a lineal descendant of Hcnglst and Horsa. Tho breezy breath of tho brine clings to him. Ills generic namo Is OIo. One of these typical sons of tbo north camo Into New York harbor a fow days ago on board a bark. As ho passed Bedlow's Island he looked up at tho Statue of Liberty. A heavy fog hung over tho harbor and Olo looked around at tho pall which hung over everything. "Und dot Is Llpcrty undllghtcnlng de world!" Ho looked around dolefully. Tho fog was growing thicker and his mind scorned to rovort to "Tho Land of tho Midnight Sun." Tho ba'swaln'B whlstlo sounded, and Ole took his placo on tho bow, but thoso who wero near enough to hear and comprehend his patois caught a stago whisper to this effect: "Und dis Is New York! Tako mo pack to tho Midnight Sun." A big, good-natured farmer was awaiting the suburban train, accompanied by a hand some Gordon setter, relates tho Daltlmoro Sun. Two sons of Britain stood near him. Tho dog strayed away from his owner, who was reading a newspaper. "Hey!" called tho farmer. "Como hero, Locksmith," and tbo dog Immediately ran to his feet. Ono of tho Englishmen npproached the farmer. "May I ask," he said, "what you called that dog?" "Locksmith," said tho farmer. "And why, pray?" "Becauso every time I kick him ho makes a bolt for tho door." Thoro was a general laugh, In which tho Englishman joined. When ho returned to his companion he re marked: "Most extraordinary namo that man over there calls his dog." "What?" asked hts friend. "Locksmith," replied tho first Briton. "And why such a namo?" "Becauso, ho says, every time ho kicks 'lm ho bolts for tho door." Nat Goodwin, tho actor, has a remark able memory for faces and has frequently boasted among his friends that onco ho has seen a man and talked with him, oven for a fow minutes, hp never forgots that man's face. This highly dovolopod faculty, re ports tho Now York Times, was put to a triumphant test the other ovonlng soon after tho return of tho actor from his European trip. Ho was Beatcd with a party of friends In n Broadway cafo when his attention becamo il voted upon a well dressed man sitting nt a tablo a short distanco nway. "There's a man whoso faco Is ns familiar to mo ns though I bad seen til in blit yester day," remarked tho comedian to his friends, "but for tho life of mo I cannot placo him In my memory." None of tho party remombercd over hav ing seen tho stranger beforo, and Mr. Good win, after worrying over tho thing and cudgeling his brain for a time, could stand the suspenso no longer and wont over to tbo stranger. "Pardon mo, sir," said the actof In bis most pollto tones, "but I feel as It I know you well. So stupid of mo In forgetting your camo. I am Mr. Goodwin 'Nat' Good winand I trust your memory Is better than tnlno and that you can recall where wo havo met." "Certainly, Mr. Goodwin," replied tho stranger with a profound bow. "I havo tho first chair at 'a shop up hero on Broad way. I shaved you yestorday." "Ah, so you did; so you did," replied tho comedian In far-away tones. "I am glad to meot you again." Thon Mr. Goodwin west back to bis party and callod for something all around. Representative Llttlefleld of Malno Is tho fastest talker In the house. He Is a terror to tho official stenographers. Henry U. Johnson of Indiana, who servod several torms In congress, was probably the fastest epcakor over In tho house. Ho talked more than 300 words a mlnuto. Mr. Lit tlofleld sometimes gots very close to the 300 mark. Tho lawyors wero discussing tho merits and domcrlts of a well known member of tho Now Orleans bar who had boen gath ered to his fathers, relates tho Times Domorrat. One of tho party recalled tho tlmo when ho studied in tho old man's office Wo had a copying clerk, whoso Inofll elency continually worked the judgo up to a point of explosion. Ono day a wire basket fell off the top of bis desk and scratched his cheek. Not having any courtplnstcr, ho slapped on threo postage stamps nml went an with his work. A llttlo later ho bad somu papers to take to tho United States court, and, forgetting nil about tho stamps, ho put on his hat and went nut. As ho entered tho olllco tho judge raise! his head and fixed him with nil astonished stare. Tho clerk stopped and looked fright oncd, and finally asked: "Anything or wrong, sir?" "Yes, sir!" thundered tbo old gentleman. "You aro carrying too much p6slago for second class matter!" Some Sort of a Show The rat catcher's wagon had stopped at tho curbing, roports tho Brooklyn Eagle. Tho shoppers gathered In considerable numbers to look through the wlro screens and tho glass sides, for tho rat In captivity has a weird fascination for women. Under safo conditions sho likes to Inspect tho enemy. Two Jaunty mascullno strollers also wero of tho crowd. "By Goorgo!" exclaimed ono, as ho mado a prctonso of looking under tho wagon, "thoy'ro gottlng out." Thoro wore screams In various keys, a quick grabbing of sklrta nnd a feminine Btampedo. Tho women rotlred Into door ways and backed up against tho walls, at the samo tlmo taking tho customary pro cautions to provent nny stray rodent from thinking bo could find seclusion In their raiment. "Thoro!" cried tho youth who had first spoken, pointing In tbo direction of the largest bovy of protty girls. "Don't you seo them?" Tho other young man looked and nodded, while the girls took still further precau tions aa they danced about nnd looked vainly for somo sign of a stray rnt. Whllo tho excitement was subsiding the two young men lcisuroly sauntered away. "Surely you will now admit my conten tion," romarked tho first, apparently re suming an Interrupted conversation, "that all tho essential features of a good burles que can bo bad for less than tho box office srlces?"