“You don’t seem enthusiastic,” remarked the editor as they were coming out. “Didn’t you like them?”
Remington, remembering what he had been told as a boy, counted ten before replying. Then:
“Like ’em? Say! I’ve got two maiden aunts in New Rochelle that can knit better pictures than those!”
The wife of General S. was doing some shopping one morning recently when, coming out of a store, she noticed a small country wagon draw up to the curb. In it sat a woman whom the lady recognized as a former servant in the family who had lost her husband some two or three years before. The woman was clad in deep mourning which had an air of newness about it. Mrs. S. hastened to greet the woman. “How is this, Bridget. I hope you haven’t met with any recent bereavement?”
“No, mem, not so racent—it’s for poor Mike. I allus said when I could I would—and so I am!”
Those who know a certain Southern Senator will picture his ample proportions when they read this story:
While journeying through the South, he was very much annoyed one day at the delay in getting food served in a certain café. He had given his order, and waited impatiently an unreasonable length of time, when the waiter appeared and was evidently looking for some one who must have gone out without waiting for his meal.
When asked by the Senator whom he was looking for he replied.