Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, August 17, 1902, Image 28

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OMAHA ORPHEUS SINCINO SOCIETY.
SCENE IN PAVILION ON SATURDAY AFTERNOON.
Gleanings From the Story Tellers' Pack
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I line Corbln of Chicago became an
m a school friend of Ml ffusln
B. Anthony. In later yeara the two
women met In Washington.
"What bay you been doing all this
while?" aaked Mlsa Anthony.
"Bringing up four boys," wo the answer.
"Hoys!" exclaimed the outspoken Suian.
"What under the sun Is a woman like you
doing with four boys?"
"I don't know. Would you expect me to
stranglo them?"
"Bosh!" was the reply. "You shoull
never have had them. They will be nothing
but men."
The members of the Amlsh. a peculiar
religious sect, mostly agriculturists, notes
the New York Tribune, are very numerous
In Lancaster county, Pennsylvania. An
orator sought to Impress a gathering newr
Paradise, In that county, with Ms logl.-.
bringing himself down to the level of his
listeners by a claim of rural birth. "Why
I was raised between two bills of corn," hs
declared, "and God's sunshine has ever
shone upon me." For a moment there vu
a pause, and the politician, fancying he baj
made an Impression, was about to continue
his harangue, when a big AmUhman In the
rear of the hall Interrupted: "A pumpkin
I know what he mean."
As an Incident of Preslde-nt Hartley's
aptness In meeting every situation or re
plying to every pertinent or Impertinent
Question, the following story Is told by the
New York Times:
At a reception given for htm by an. old
friend some 600 miles from New Haven,
one Individual with a better memory than
1 tact asked him what be thought of the
recent base ball game. As Yale had met
with a disastrous defeat, the subject might
be called unpleasant. Without hesitation
President Hadley aald:
"There was a boy living In a village
whose uncle died. The next day a man
driving along the road was surprised to
And the boy working In a Held. Thinking
this Sid tiot show proper respect to the
dead uncle, he called the lad to him and
said: 'Johnny, didn't you know your uncle
was dead?'
"Johnny slowly approached and drawled
out:
" 'Yes, I know It I have cried.' "
Some army officers who were In Cuba
with General Shafter's army of Invasion
told the other day an anecdote at the ex
pense of the commander of that expe
dition. The troops with all their para
phernalia of war, had landed and were
awaiting the order to advance on Santiago.
Staff officers were busy carrying out the
details tr the advance and everywhere
there was hurry and bustle. Shatter was
lying In a hammock In front of his head
quarters at Slboney, while 100 yards down
the road the men of the signal corps were
Inflating the war balloon preparatory to
making the first ascension. Without warn
ing, the ropes which held It captive parted,
and the balloon, half Inflated and looking
for all the world like the body and legs
of a gtgantlo fat man, stalled down the road
toward Santiago. There was Just enough
gas In It to keep It upright without entirely
clearing the ground, and It went bobbing
along, up and down, as though It were
walking. A negro soldier passing along
at that moment saw the balloon and shouted
at the top of his voice: "Hi, dar! Guess
dat mus' be de ole man goln' fur de front!"
Percy Marshall, an actor of considerable
renown In England, was recently In this
country on a professional tour and chanced
to be thrown into a Pennsylvania town
where the prohibition Idea was predomi
nant. Disliking the idea of drinking in his
bedroom, as if he were a half-reformed
drunkard stealing an unguarded oppor
tunity, and finding that the proprietor o'
the hotel in which he was staying would
on no account allow him to take refresh
ment In the ordinary civilized way, Mr.
Marshall walked out Into the street to see
If It really could be true that there was
no place where the absurd restriction did
not operate.
In his walk he met a member of the
company who had "been there before."
"I know what you are looking for," said
the "old hand" slyly, "a whisky and soda!"
Mr. Marshall nodded. "Well," said the
other, "If you go to that drug store at
the corner of the street and execute a very
emphatic wink while you ask for a cocoa
wine you will get a whiBky and soda of
most excellent quality and dimensions."
Mr. Marshall thought at first that a juke
was being played upon him, but It was a
hot day, and the thing was worth risking,
and Into the drug store ha went, where
he followed his friend's Instructions to the
letter. Almost folding up oue side cf his
face in the performance of a wink, he
asked for the cocoa wine and was Imme
diately rewarded for his feat of contortion
with one of the largest whisky and sodas
he had ever tackled. Which just shows
that there must te a good deal of winking
done by the authorities as well.
Dr. Newell Dwlght Hill is. cantor of
Plymouth church, Brooklyn, relates in the
New York Tribune an experience that
shows what strange freaks of chance some
times happen. Dr. HUlls, together with
a number of other American preachers snd
many professors, was attending an educa
tional conference In Edinburgh, Scotland.
There were visitors from all over the world.
At a banquet given by the Scotchmen to
their guests Dr. HUlls found himself seated
next a heavy browed professor of meta
physics of one of the Scotch universities.
Finding that his neighbor was from
New York, the professor began to ask
questions.
' know America la quite a large coun
try," he remarked, "and I know Chicago
Is a long distance from your home, but
I have had some correspondence with Prof.
B. of that city, and thought you may have
chanced to know him. Did you ever meet
him?"
"I know him very well," replied the
Brooklyn preacher. "There he sits at the
next table, the third man from the end
of the other side."
"Well, well! How remarkable!" ex
claimed the Scotchman, with a rather In
credulous glance at his companion.
"I have also had some correspondence
with Prof. C. of a university In Michigan."
continued the metaphysician. "I guess
ycu know nothing of him."
"On the contrary, I know him quite well.
There he Is over near the corner of the
room, the man with whiskers and gold
spectacles."
This was too much of a coincidence for
the Scotchman's credulity. He was-plalnly
suspicious, and inclined to be nettled.
"I suppose," said he rather stiffly, "that
this Is American humor, and you are mak
ing game of me?"
"Not at all," said Dr. Hillls; "I am giving
you only facts."
"Very remarkable! very remarkable!" ex
claimed the professor. "Well. sir. I have
had relations with one other American, I
presume you know him also?" There was
a note of sarcasm In the query.
"Who Is he?"
"He was a minister somewhere near
New York, a certain Dr. Hillis."
"Yes," sa'd the other, tapping hlniBelf
on the breaBt. "I am Dr. Hillls."
With a snort of Indignation the Scotch
man pushed back his chair and fled the
room. 'American humor had been carried
too far.
At a suburban auction of household Root's
sn active and successful bidder was a Mont
gomery county farmer, says the Philadel
phia Times. His purchases were piled high
In one corner of the room, and he was still
eager when a thermometer was offered.
There was no bidding from any quarter, and
the auctioneer, reaching it out to the far
mer, said:
"Here, give me a quarter for it and tafet.
It along!"
"No! Not for me!" said the farmer,
breaking away.
"Why, that's dirt cheap!" exclaimed the
auctioneer. "Don't you want a thermome
ter?" "Nup!" was the decided reply. "I had
one a year or two ago and fooled around It
an' lest time without belug able to regulate
It at all. "Why. I couldn't even open the
darned thing!"
The editor of a rural newspaper was in
Philadelphia during the week following th
shooting of President McKlnley and noted
wltfi surprise the promptness of the news
papers there to bulletlnboard the hourly
reports of the president's condition. H '
determined to adopt the Idea on all im
portant events when he should return
home. Soon afterward he was told one
morning by the local physician that Dea
con Jones was seriously 111. The dea on
was a man of some distinction in the com
munity, so the editor posted a series of
bulletins as follows:
10 a. m. Deacon Jones no better.
11 a. m Deacon Jones has relapse.
12:30 p. m. Deacon Jones weaker. Pulse
falling.
1 p. m. Deacon Jones has slight rally.
2:15 p. m. Deacon Jones' family has been
summoned.
J:10 p. m. Deacon Jones has died and
gone to heaven.
Later In the afternoon a traveling sales
man happened by, stopped to read the bul
letins and, going to the bulletin board, made
another report concerning the deceased. It
was:
i:10 p. m. Great excitement In heaven.
Deacon Jones has not yet arrived.