A POSER
When James B. Reynolds was Assistant Secretary of the Treasury, Senator Root sent for Mr. Reynolds one day to discuss with him some matters concerning a trade conference in Paris which Mr. Reynolds had been selected to attend.
"I suppose," said Mr. Root, "you speak French?"
"Well, yes," responded Mr. Reynolds. "I know a little French. I have no trouble to make the waiters and the cab drivers understand me."
"I see," said Mr. Root. "But, Mr. Reynolds, suppose there should be no waiters and cab drivers at the conference?"
NO DANGER
Much sobered by the importance of the news he had to communicate, youthful Thomas strode into the house and said breathlessly:
"Mother, they have a new baby next door, and the lady over there is awful sick. Mother, you ought to go right in and see her."
"Yes, dear," said his mother. "I will go over in a day or two just as soon as she gets better."
"But, mother," persisted Thomas. "I think you ought to go in right away; she is real sick, and maybe you can do something to help."