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About Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922 | View Entire Issue (July 20, 1902)
Laying Keel of Battleship Nebraska Photos Taken for The Bee at Moran's Shipyard, Seattle.'Wash., July 4, 1902 . "- . i i ! i i i ' lit r i .iL;r-3i. rL 'i, r" i rh " "i,-v-rv''"L - v-i-rli . ..." ... s 1 -j Wr v-.... , b I 1 ' " .11 III ! 111 ' V 1 1 o J 1 4-CX.f.'Ui 4" l " :; j GOVERNORS SAVAGE AND M'BRIDE DRIVING THE FIRST RIVET. PLACING THE KEEL PLATES IN POSITION .- j 1 " .11 l! .! v f --" - i i i Sir 1 t? 3V i 11 -: : GOVERNOR M'BRIDE ADDRESSING THE ASSEMBLAGE. GOVERNOR SAVAGE READING HIS ADDRESS. Gleanings from the Story Tellers' Pack Niu ecuuo, peroupi, it noua over I another (or tbo wit of Iti women. uuv wiviiiui iub ituio oi oumor eciiiS to be err acutely devel oped In iom poit'oaa of the outh. A itory it told of a Virginia helle of a generation ago a member of the Clark county Taylon, fatuoua In the aoclal his tory of thut state. Her betrothal to a worthy ftnt'emtin by lh name of Maiuu had been announced at a formal function and one young gentleman whose bops with regard to her had been ciushed by the an nouncement greeted htr thus: "May I beg to assure you that I am al ways yours. In spite of the fact Miss Tay lor, that I hear you are to change your vocatlcn for that of Mason?" She regarded him contemplatively for a moment and then replied: "I am not quite certain of that, fur, hav ing found a gooBa, I may decide to remain Taylor." Senator Blackburn vt Kentucky poured out a glass of Ice water and drank It with evident satisfaction, relates the Washing ton Poat. "There Isn't anything quite as good as water, after all," quoth Blackburn, "which, by the way." he added, "reminds me of a atory." "Down In Kentucky," began Mr. Black burn, "there was a farmer, who, Strang to say, did not know the taste of whisky. One day, at Christmas time, he waa at a neighbor's house and was Invited to samp a mixture of cream, lemon, sugar and other Ingredients, commonly known as egg nog. He sipped, then drank, then drained several mugs. When he started to go home he ft It curious. It'a an Insidious drink, you know, and when he reached home he went to bed. The nest morning be awoke, broke thj covering of Ice on the water bucket out on the pirch and took one long drink. " 'Mandy, Mandy, come here aud briug the children,' " he shouted. " 'I neve tasted such water In my life.' " Now that the New York democrats are hopefully considering the possibility of electing a governor in November, saya the Brooklyn Eagle, the following stories con cerning the lt democratic governor of the state will be of Interest: In the summer of 1S91, when tickets were being liberally manufactured In ad vance of conventions, Roswell P. Flower was met In Washington by a prominent Brooklynlte, wbo aald to him: "Mr. Flower, a good many people ll our city think the nomination for governor Is yours for the asking. Now, while the Brooklyn democracy la solidly for Chapln, It does- not believe that he can be nomi nated; therefore, we'd like to know Just how you regard the talk of a nomination for yourself. Are you encouraging It?" Flower's eyea twinkled a moment, and then he replied In this direct fashion: "Up Watertown way there waa a man who got himself arrested for dog stealing. The judge eyed him severely and said: " 'How did you come by that dog?' " 'Why, your honor, he Jest follered me home.' " 'Did you try to stop him?' "'I did.' " 'How did you do It?' " 'Well, I yelled and threw things at him.' " 'What did you throw?' " 'Crackers and sugar.' "So," laughed the Brooklyn interviewer, "you are the dog stealer and" "And the nomination Is the well, good day," and the next governor of New York disappeared from the acene. When Flower waa a amall boy he fell Into an air hole while akatlng. A com pan'on fished him out with much difficulty. Quite a crowd witnessed the life saving ex ploit and applauded IL In due time Flower p'ere waa Informed of the Incident and atarted to thank the rescuer. "My boy." be began, "it waa a very gal lant act, and one for which my son and I will always thank you aa long as we live. I am a poor man, and can't reward you as I should like, but remember that I have a high appreciation of your pluck. It was a very brave act, and I do not aee how one so small as you dared to risk your life In doing It." "Well," muttered the youthful hero, "he had my skates and I dassen't lose 'em. or dad would have licked me." George Broadhurst, a playwright and stage director who threatened to do some thing original some seasons ago, when he brought out "Why Smith Left Home" and "What Happened to Jonea," is a bright young man, who may be heard from yet An example of his alert wit, recently dis closed, Is told In the Chicago Inter-Ocean at follows: On the eve of the first production ot "The Wrong Mr. Wright." by Roland Reed, a dinner waa given In the playwright's honor, at which eat Mr. Reed and his daughter and hie leading woman, Isadora Rush, and her daughter. William Seymour proposed tn toast, "Here's to Broadhurst, the Moees whom we hope may lead ua Into the promised land of success. " B.oadhurst arose and blurted out: "I appose the reason Mr. Seymour rerers to me as the Moaes la because he finds me among the Reeds and the Ruahea." Then he sat down. They tried to encore him, but h3 knew when his curtain was down. Lady Russell of Klllowen has Just wit nessed the completion of the memorial placed upon her husband's grave in the Epsom cemetery. The cross now set in 1U place la reproduced from drawings Lady Russell had made after an ancient pattern still to be seen In the cemetery of the ruined Abbey of Clonmacnolse, on the banka of the Shannon. The slab of marble which covers the Epsom grave la also cop led from an antique Irish gravestone, aud the little wall of inclosure around the tomb la made of granite brought Into Surrey from the late lord chief Justice's own Newry mountains. "Private" John Allen, the Mississippi con gressman, aeems to have an inexhaustible fuud of odd and humorous personal reminis cences. One oThls latest is of one day when he and another confederate, aomewhat cut off from their regiment, were lying behind a rail fence. The other man was about to bolt for a safer place when a shell from a federal cannon burst a few yards away. "John," aald he, "what chance have we agin them Yankeea? They was enough stuff In that shell to kill forty men and still they can afford to fire it at Juat me and you."
