A short time since two young women entered a tramcar in Manchester, England, and found only standing room. One of them whispered to her companion, I am going to get a seat from one of these men. You just take notice.
She selected a sedate-looking man, sailed up to him, and boldly opened fire.
My dear Mr. Green, how delighted I am to meet you! You are almost a stranger! Will I accept your seat? Well I do feel tired, I heartily admit! Thank you, so much!
The sedate man, a perfect stranger, of course, quietly gave her his seat, saying:
Sit down, Jane, my girl; don’t often see you out on washing day. How’s your mistress?
The young lady got her seat, but lost her vivacity.
A number of years ago, when the present second Assistant Secretary of State, Alvey A. Adee, was third assistant, an employe of the State department was called to the phone.
Will you kindly give me the name of the Third Assistant Secretary of State? asked the voice at the other end of the wire.