“Oh, you can’t believe everything the newspapers say.”
“The editor of the local paper called at his hotel.”
After the speech-making ended, the editor and Mr. Depew met again, in the centre of a crowd of listeners.
“Well, my friend,” the genial Chauncey asked, “what did you think of my speech?”
The editor hesitated a moment before he inquired solemnly: “Are you the genuine Chauncey M. Depew?”
“Certainly! Do you doubt it?”
Again the editor hesitated. He regarded the speaker as if he was sizing him up, and asked: “Are you the man all the newspapers have been saying is the finest speaker, the greatest talker, the sharpest stumper and the brightest wit before the public?”
Depew modestly blushed at this array of compliments; but replied: “I guess I am he. But why do you ask?”
“Oh, because one can’t believe everything the newspapers say.”