“But I want to hear Mr. Wilder,” he said, “and this is my only chance within sight. Is there no way of my getting in?”
“None: unless you join the Association.”
Incredible though it may seem, Bingham did join the Y. M. C. A. for the sole purpose of listening to me. He never asked me to refund his initiation fee on the ground that he didn’t get the worth of it, either, though I’ve scrupulously avoided recalling the incident to his memory.
“There’s James J. Corbett!” “Which One?”
Nothing is more unexpected by any one than to be mistaken for some one else. One day while I was walking with James J. Corbett, the handsome actor-pugilist, who is about twice as tall as I, two young ladies passed us and one exclaimed:
“Why, there’s James J. Corbett.”
“Which one?” the other asked.